#its moving at 100mph

[lamaenthel]

when tornado season starts and you actually get tornados

[leonsmain]

the adhd is so wild rn

[lovphobic]

no one can pull like me. being asked to tell them ab the show im obsessed w in the middle of a fast paced team based game completely fumbling over my words (because im trying to get it RIGHT while also focusing on doing well in the game. while also trying not to just Ramble and potentially spoil something that now is minor to me) and being terrible at describing (thats all the time though) just for them to come out the other end liking the show. im the failwife you want. ME.

[heavndoll]

saw this tiktok where a girl jumped out of her bf’s moving car because she was losing an argument, and i’m thinking of that with rafe and fem!reader but with a twist to it <3

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rafe had hauled you into his truck, slamming the passenger door shut. anger was pumping through him, and he hastily got into the driver’s side, pressing on the gas to drive away from the party.

he was mad at you for not only wearing a short dress, but was mad at the fact men were giving you attention because of it. you knew very well that even if other males were to give you attention or flash you a charming smile, they knew better than to ever approach rafe cameron’s girl.

but for some reason, that knowledge didn’t stick to rafe’s own brain.

“my girl is out here, dressing like a fucking slut!” rafe yelled, and you rolled your eyes, ignoring the complete fact he was going 100MPH over the speed limit.

you would be okay with getting in a car accident at this very moment. maybe he would kick in some conscious or decent common sense into his head.

“want me to dress like i’m fuckin’ amish or something, rafe?” you asked, scoffing. “i get you want control or whatever, but my style is up for me to decide. not my fault you’re insecure.”

rafe’s head immediately snapped in your direction, eyes bulking with rage and madness, like a bomb about to go off. “the fuck did you just tell me?” he asked, mindlessly not paying attention the road in front of him.

“said its a not my fault you’re insecure,” you repeated, grinning happily. “a man who knows what he’s secures with doesn’t fucking trip every minute — all you do is worry, and get mad at the attention people give me.”

“i’ll throw you out this fuckin’ car right now,” he threatened, and you shrugged, picking at your acrylic nails. “leave you on the side of the road for someone else to get you.”

“yeah, hopefully it’s topper or cameron,” you said, bored of rafe’s threats. when you date a guy like him for over a year, doesn’t take much to start yawning and getting tired of his bullshit.

“you’re a whore,” he went on, and you hummed, glad to see he at least had his eyes back on the road. “parading yourself around like some tramp. looks like i’m with a fuckin’ pogue or something.”

“said you’ll throw me out of this car, right?” you wondered, taking off your seatbelt, and rafe eyed you for a hast moment. “i’ll just do the job for you,” you unlocked the passenger door, throwing your stilettos and purse out before you could proceed with them.

rafe reflexively pulled you backwards by the back hemming of your strapless dress, his other hand stern on the wheel. “what the fuck is wrong with you!” he shouted, slamming on his brakes in the middle of the road, and put the car in park. he tugged you back into your seat, and grabbed your jaw roughly, forcing eye contact. “some sorta attention seeker, huh baby? just trying to piss me off more.”

“thought i’d stick to your word for you,” you told him, and he panted heavily, his boiled anger coming visible to you. you only smiled, flashing doe eyes at him while batting your lashes. “can you grab my purse and shoes, then? least you can do, rafe.”

he let go of your jaw, staring at you for a moment with thoughts toppling all in his mind on what to do with you. he got out of the truck, went to grab your stuff, and tossed it down on your lap when he returned.

“you’re some fuckin’ surprise, baby,” rafe said, continuing the drive back to tannyhill. “you’re in for it when we get back home.”

[sturn-saturn]

pairing- chris x fem!reader

previous

texts with chris

the date

you finish putting on your outfit, an LBD, every girl should have an LBD, a Little Black Dress. a black spaghetti strap dress that stops at your thighs with a slick back bun and small gold hoop earrings with your black purse.

*ding!* you hear your phone.

you grab your phone to see chris letting you know he was outside waiting for you.

you hop in front of the mirror for one last look to make sure you look okay.

"perfect" you said rubbing your lip combo together.

you make your way out to door to see chris waiting in the car. suddenly nerves start rushing in making your heart beat 100mph.

from a young age your parents always told you to stay away from boys because they might take advantage of you and your parents were just strict over all when it came to the topic. with the restrictions, you felt afraid to talk to boys, get to know them, be friends with them. it caused you to have no idea how to even communicate with them which is why you've rejected every boy that's ever liked you, if you got to the point of a talking stage you would self sabotage and push them away because of your parents words repeating in your head from when you were growing up, "dont talk to boys."

you make your way to chris's car and hop into the passenger seat.

"hey, it's so nice to finally meet you!" chris said reaching for a hug. "i can't believe nick's been friends with you for months and we're just now meeting."

"he smells so good." you thought to myself as you hug him back.

"it's nice to meet you too and i know! but there's a first for everything." you smiled looking over at him.

"you ready?"

"yup!" you say.

he starts the car and you make your way to the restaurant.

you can't help but look at the way his hands grip the steering wheel. his big hands, veiny, soft.

"no. no, no, no, no, no, we are not crushing, this is just a casual date, nothing more, nothing less" you keep repeating to yourself mentally.

you both finally make it to the restaurant after 20 minutes of small talk, keeping the good stuff for the dinner table.

chris runs to your side as you gather your things and opens the door for you.

"well, nick never mentioned you were such a gentleman." you giggled.

"don't worry sweetheart you'll be learning a lot about me tonight." he winked.

your heart dropped at the sudden pet name, but in a good way, you liked it, but still you were nervous for what this might or might not turn into.

"welcome, do you have a reservation?" the host says near the front door.

"yes, sturniolo for two." chris smiles at you.

the waitress then leads you both to your table and hands up menus and thank her.

"where'd you find this place?" you ask curiously.

"when my brothers and i were like 10, our parents took us here for a family dinner and i haven't stopped thinking about their food since. when me matt and nick finally moved here we made it to goal to have a dinner together once a month for the memories."

"wait chris that's actually so sweet. also its beautiful in here."

"not as beautiful as you look." he says confidently.

"oh stop it." you looked away to hide the blush on your face.

"no seriously. you're very pretty."

"awhh thanks chris, you look great by the way."

"thank you, thank you." he smiles. "also don't hesitate to get anything, i'll pay."

"what, no i was gonna pay."

"no you're not." he argues looking up from the menu.

"we can split then."

"still no. i'm more than happy to pay for dinner, don't worry about it. matter of fact, nick is the one that set us up he should be paying."

you both laughed at the last sentence. you feel very comfortable right now which is rare. due to the fact that you've never been on a date and don't really know how to talk to boys, you feel very comfortable.

about 25 minutes go by and your food arrives.

"oh this looks amazing." you whisper.

"wait until you take a bite of the chicken parm, it's really good."

"wait but i didn't order any." you say confused.

"you can have some of mine."

as you both enjoyed your meal, some of the serious questions started to be asked.

"so where did you grow up, what brought you to LA?" he asks.

"i grew up in near eastern jersey near the beach actually. and i came here cause my mom is a sports marketing manager for the LA sparks so we moved here since it would be easier obvi."

"no way that's actually so fucking sick!" he exclaimed due to the fact that your mom helps promote the women's basketball team. "so an east coaster huh. do you miss jersey at all?"

"oh yeah 100%. i could live anywhere in the world but my heart will always be on the east coast."

"yeah i totally feel that. boston will always have my heart. i'm grateful my brothers and i get to go back and forth from here to boston to see our parents."

"i love that."

"alright, let's get down to the good stuff. when was the last time you went on a date?"

do i tell him i'm a loser and a prude now? or later?

"i...-u-uh... so this is actually my first date...ever." you say slightly embarrassed.

"oh no way me too. truthfully, i've been through talking staged and i have some commitment issues but i'm absolutely working on that so it's stopped me from just getting close to girls on a romantic level you know?"

"yeah i completely get that. honestly growing up my parents never let me talk to boys cause they're a bit strict so i've always been scared to hang out with them and like actually get to know them." you ramble on.

"well i'm glad i get the chance to take you out on a date."

"you're cute you know that?"

"ehh yeah i've gotten that before." he smirks as he takes a sip of his drink.

the more you talked to chris the more comfortable you felt. you didn't know if it was because you're best friends with nicks and he's a bit similar to his brother, or he's genuinely a sweet person who understands me and doesn't make me feel judged for being a 20 year old with no past experiences with relationships or dates.

you both finish up you meal and leave a tip for the waitress.

"i'll get the next one." you tell him as you both stand up getting ready to head back to his car.

'oh, so theres a next date?" he says cockily.

"hmm maybe."

on the ride how you both take about your favorite memories growing up and share genuine laughs with one another.

"alright i guess this is me." you say grabbing the door handle.

"wait." chris says gently grabbing your other hand, stopping you. you whip your head to face him. "i just wanted to tell you i had a great time tonight and i would really like to take you out again if you'd let me."

"chris that means a lot. and i would love to go out with you again. thanks for tonight." you smiling giving him a hug.

you finally make it into your apartment and kick off your shoes and throw your hand bag on your bed as you flop back hitting the soft surface.

you take a moment to breathe before you let out a squeal replaying every moment that happened tonight before you realize...

"holy fuck i'm falling for chris sturniolo."

tags:

@phoenix062 @ambermeh @klaus223492 @zariyam @fratbrochrisgf @sturniolofan4lifee @st9niolos

[elvisslut]

Happiness is a butterfly

|| TW: SMUT, oral sex (f! & M! Receiving), mention of guns and murder, mafia (i think thats all)||

NOT PROOF READ

Elvis Presley was the boss of everything. The Memphis mafia, his entourage did everything with no question and hung on to every word he said. I guess..if you have a gun to your head you gotta listen. You were just a part of the helpers around the mansion that catered to many girls around the gates.

“Someone get the hell up here.” His voice roared through the intercom of the kitchen. You stood up and grabbed him a coke from the fridge before making your way up to his room. You open the double doors to his room to see him cleaning his golden revolver.

“Here’s this..what did ya need?” Your voice was shaking a little bit, Elvis frightened you in all honesty. He’d never done anything to you,he hardly talked to you but there’s been occasions where a gun shot would go off and the person to have went up there never came down without a bag around there body.

“I was hoping ya’d be the one to come up. Co’mer.”You were in no place to disobey him so you did exactly what he said and walked over to him. He was kneeling down so his shoulders were to your waist, he scanned up your body before meeting your eyes. “Ya know I think I tend ta favor ya.” He says putting his gun down and laying his hands on your calves running them up your legs to your hips then to your waist.

He stood up and clenched his jaw as he stared you down. “You-…you don’t talk to me sir” you speak your mind and mentality cringe right after. “Hm. And would you rather me..hurt you or..worse?” He sounded like he was tempted. But you were a good worker what tempted him?

“What do ya see me as baby?” He tampered with your shirt a smirk growing on his lips. “A dangerous man, sir..one i’d rather stay on the good side of” you answer, he nodded and knelt back down sliding his gun case away under a chair. “Do ya wanna help me?” Yes of course you do its your job, plus you get to look at his beautiful face longer.

“Yes, sir what would you like help with?” His smirk grew and he gazed down. Your eyes followed and widened at the sight. He had a hard-on. “I’d normally..call a girl but my main ones are hung up right now-“ you quirked a brow and cut him off on accident. “Ill go call someone for you Mr.Presley” you rush towards the door but get pulled back as elvis chuckles. “Naw doll. I want ya. Need ya’r help.” His eyes darken up a bit as he stares at you, your hear racing 100mph.

“Uh..of course..what..what would you like me to do?” You say, pleasing his ears at the notion of no reluctance. “I want ya to enjoy yourself. Now i don’ usually fuck girls but with how long id been wantin’ ya..i won’ be able to control myself much.”

You take a deep breath in and nod. You’re actually about to fuck your boss. A mafia boss. He put his hands back on your hips and pulled you close ghosting his lips over yours. He searched your eyes for a moment then pressed his lips to your parted ones.

He hums against your mouth swiping his tongue along your bottom lip as he backs you up against the bed. He bumps his hips against you making you whimper against his lips.

He chuckles and pulls away, he puts you back on the bed and smiles at you. You stared at him for what felt of a eternity, he leaned down and put his hands up your shirt running back to your bra clip.

“Ya got a hellva body baby” his smile falls into a smirk as he tugs your shirt of and pulls your bra off. “Mr.Presley..” you murmur your back slightly arching. “Yes baby?” He bites on his lip after asking, his hands running down your raised abdomen. His palms press down making your back go back to the bed.

“I-…is this appropriate?” You gulp, he frowns and nods. “‘M my own boss baby..its fine” he says, he continues moving his hands to your pants after easing your worry.

With ease he slips your pants off discarding them somewhere in the room. He ran his hands softly from your feet to your calves and thighs stopping the squeezing your thighs and spreading your legs open. He snugs himself between them and moves his hands to your panties. He toys with the band for a moment before pulling them off your legs and showing them in his pocket.

Your mouth gaps open as you watch him. “Mr.presley..i-oh god” You cut yourself off with a moan as he pushes a finger inside you. He quirks a eyebrow in amusement and shakes his head. “Didn’ mean to cut ya off like that doll..had to see if ya were ready f’me” he says amusement in his tone.

You tilt your head in question as he pulls his finger out and sucks it off. “As wet as a waterslide” he says. “And tight as hell..ya a virgin baby?” He adds with a question. You hesitate but nod. He nods back and bites his lip seeming to think for a moment. “Well i won’ break ya in today…but ill give ya somethin’ and ya can give me somethin’ hows that sound?” He was sweeter then you expected. Far more then what you expected. “Yes mr.Presley” you quip.

He gets on his knees with a grunt and a chuckle. “‘M gettin’ old..ya younger folk need to learn somethin’s though” he says wrapping his arms around your thighs. With no hesitation he laps his tongue at your clit letting you get a feel for it.

Your pupils blow wide and you back arches again. Elvis presses his hand on your hips and keeps you down. You moan as he continues then moves to sucking and brushing his teeth against against your clit. “Oh fuck-..” you sigh, your hips resisting against his hands.

He chuckles against your clip making your head throw back. “Oh- oh my god..” you cry out. He stops and presses his tongue down to your entrance making you gasp and your hand grip in his hair tugging him closer as the pressure in your belly builds.

He fucks his tongue into you, looking up at you. “Im- lord..im gonna- cum” you struggle to get out as you do your best to roll your hips. Elvis hums a ‘mhm’ saying it was okay for you to. He fucked his tongue into you a few more times before you pressed your hips harshly against his hands, you rolled your eyes back as you closed your eyes and parted your lips releasing on his tongue.

He smiles as he licks it all up and swallows what he can get it in his mouth. He pulls back and crawls up pressing his lips to yours making you taste yourself. “Best damn pussy i’d ever had” he compliments with a smirk as he pulls back.

“Now honey..have ya ever sucked someone off?”he asked softly moving a hand to your cheek and rubbing his thumb against it. You nod your head earning a smile from Elvis. “Would ya want to help me that way baby?” He whispers in your ear as he leans down and presses kisses on your neck.

“Please” you murmur, elvis gets up straight and undoes his pants going to the chair his guns were under. You sit up and walk to him getting on your knees between his legs as he pulls himself out of his pants.

You look from his cock to his eyes earning a nod to start. You put your hand around him and pump you hand on him a few times crossing your thumb over the tip as precum leaks out a bit.

You bite down on your lip and move your mouth closer to him. “Atta girl..” he breathes blissfully laying his back against the head of the chair.

You wrap your mouth around him and swirl your tongue pulling groans from him. “Oh lord good girl” he huffs. You bob your head on him pulling lewd noises from him. His hand tangles in your hair and guides you on him at the pace he wants.

“Relax ya’r throat baby and stay there” he orders. You obey and relax your throat the best you can as you stay put. He grips your hair harsher and pumps his hips grunting each time he hits the back of your throat. “Swallow what i give ya..god damn..” he bellows. His breathing deepens as he comes closer and closer to his orgasm.

A few more pumps of his hips and he’s shooting his release down your throat with a groan. “God..atta girl” he breathlessly praises petting your hair down as you swallow. “Get-..get dressed and head downstairs..ill see ya again baby” he says staying in the chair. “Yes sir..” you reply quickly getting dressed and head down to get what you need to get done, done.

Elvis not leaving your mind once.

[strawburryyy]

dave strider in a relationship hcs

yeah i really have nothing better to do than analyze homestuck characters by my interpretation but i digress.

- so a relationship with dave is essentially just being pulled along for the ride that’s dave’s life like its just so casual on the surface it's unclear to people sometimes that it’s an established relationship but it is. that doesn't mean he is like relationship-y.

- he’s visibly happier and just is way happier around his partner and everyone kinda notices that.

- he’s subtle and it’s definitely the little things that show his care, dave’s definitely not the type for huge extravagant acts of love or obsession.

- he really just brushes shit off but his heart is still beating at 100mph

- this guy will freak out abt the little shit his partner does that gets his heart beating that they don't even notice

- not the type for PDA, definitely hates misunderstandings and jealousy. he thinks it's stupid and won’t even try if it was done purposely, definitely a turn-off if it was.

- it’s definitely more of the subtle things with dave, he also notices small things abt his partner that probably even his partner doesn’t notice.

- definitely just does or says shit for a reaction from his partner, it can be really stupid sometimes.

- he’s always willing to listen and learn. if someone genuinely offends something he’s passionate abt (like music or his art) very much a turn-off.

- he soo craves affection but does not do ANYTHING to show that he wants it unless he’s comfortable. he thinks about it a lot though

- dave is in his thoughts like 100% of the time, he keeps shit to himself unless he blurts it which then leads to embarrassment

- doesn’t engage in the first move and if he does he rambles for like a paragraph trying to brush it off and make it seem like it isnt a big deal cause his hearts beating out of his ass and hes sweating and shaking and

- once he gets comfortable and alone with them dave’s more touchy with his partner only ever in private though

- he’ll act really casual about it too like its just the norm (which it is)

- only alone is dave ever gonna show he’s whipped (rose would catch him though)

- dave’s pretty assertive when it comes to shit he isn't cool with he's not afraid to stand up for himself or when someone just disrespects him he doesn't take kindly to that

- super supportive of whatever his partner’s passions are and just them in general

- his fav moments with his partner are when they laugh over stupid shit to the point of tears

- actually pretty flirty, he’s good at it too he's like playful abt it but when it gets serious he's like holdup. and needs time to process

- he just wanna be held but doesn't have the balls to say so

- dude is stiff, unless he’s comfortable then he eases into vulnerability

[edmufics]

This probably isn’t a hot take or anything, but I feel it in my soul that Modern!Eddie would love Creep by Radiohead. Like…

Eddie knew that all days couldn’t be winners, but days like today are why he preferred to stay high.

Today, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t win—always managing to put his foot in his mouth or miscommunicate. Eddie had spent his entire life trying. He wished his brain would work the same way as everyone else's. It was exhausting to constantly decipher the hidden meanings behind people’s words. Meanings that, somehow, everyone else already seemed to know. He laughed at the correct times and studied tones and social cues, but even after twenty years of being careful, he sometimes slipped up.

Today had been filled with slip-ups. He pissed off Dustin at Hellfire first, which managed to frustrate Steve. Then, Nancy and Robin got annoyed with him after spending too much time explaining something they thought he could understand. Finally, as if it was some fucked up grand finale, Eddie tripped and stumbled into an argument with Steve. By the time Eddie had realized they were fighting, it was far too late. It ended in a

“Ya know what? Fuck you, Eddie.”

as the trailer door slammed behind him. He knew Steve was too good to be true, but he never expected their relationship to end like that.

Eddie’s car sat idle in the empty parking lot of the Hawkins liquor store. Of course, it was closed.

Just my luck, he thought.

His hands tapped the steering wheel anxiously as he decided his next move.

The engine roared as the truck whipped out of the parking lot and onto the street. He instinctively reached for the CD holder that held the answer to his feelings. The speakers crackled and popped as the CD began to turn.

Not willing to let the hurt keep building, Eddie skipped the first track.

“You're just like an angel; Your skin makes me cry.”

His foot pressed against the gas pedal, the road soaring beneath the car.

“I wish I was special; You're so fuckin' special.”

Eddie’s voice wavered as his knuckles turned white against his grip on the steering wheel. Tears begin to brim in his eyes, fogging his vision. But he couldn't stop, not now. It all hurt too bad.

“But I'm a creep; I'm a weirdo…What the hell am I doin' here? I don't belong here.”

His voice broke as he sang along, the frustration clawing its way into his throat.

“I don't care if it hurts; I wanna have control….”

The speedometer climbed as the old truck began to shake. 100mph was fast approaching as Eddie met his breaking point.

“I want you to notice, When I'm not around.”

The song felt like it had wrapped around his brain, like he could drown in the melodies. The image of Steve driving off flooded back into his mind. Eddie had spent their entire relationship waiting for the other shoe to drop, for Steve to no longer love him enough to outweigh his faults. Now he could finally let go of his breath.

“But I'm a creep; I'm a weirdo…What the hell am I doin' here? I don't belong here.”

The car slowed as a tight corner was turned. By the time Eddie crossed through the gate of the trailer park, the truck was barely crawling.

“Whatever makes you happy, Whatever you want”

The truck lurched to a stop in front of Wayne’s trailer. Eddie turned down the radio and rested his forehead on the steering wheel as the last few lines of the song played.

“I wish I was special…But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo. What the hell am I doin' here? I don't belong here, I don't belong here…”

Tears rolled silently down his face as he weakly turned off the radio and wrapped his arms around himself for comfort. Everyone else could leave him, but he could always rely on himself.

After a few moments, Eddie sniffled and lifted his head. When the fog cleared from his mind he saw Steve, flowers in hand, waiting for him by the doorstep. And for the first time, Eddie felt like he may have found a place to fit in.

[multifanritz]

I love people on minecraft ;w;

i was playing a mini game that involves near constant movement (pixel party on hypixel) when someone said "omg theres a tornado warning for me" and IMMEDIATELY like 5 of us stopped moving and we like "omg" "r u okay?" "get somewhere safe" apparently there was nothing like 30 mins ago but now its like over 100mph wind. as soon as they died in game they said they were gonna go hide in their closet and all of us, again, stopped moving as were like "yes yes go do that" "be careful" "dont die" "stay safe!"

idk who that was, idk where they live, but im gonna remember them now. hope theyre okay

if u were playing on hypixel around 8:30pm central time on 2/18/23 and u got a tornado warning, and ur user starts with a G, PLEASE comment on this if u see it i wanna know ur okay <3

[maxxtheterrible]

I don't want to be sick anymore, but I don't know if I was ever taught how to be healthy. I wish my brain was full of kind words for myself. I am constantly fighting off the pessimism, and it continues to shout loudly at me all the reasons I could be the problem. Why does my body want to hurt me? Is it because I've been ignoring myself? My friend in recovery told me I'm "battling severe anoxeria" I guess I just thought everyone looked at their body the way I look at mine? I never wanted to do this to myself, I never even wanted my body to be smaller, but I do look at my body with a harsh eye, picking apart what I think isn't good enough to be loved. I thought i was doing a good job at dealing with those thoughts but when i started hearing the hate from the people i love it became so much harder to ignore. I put so much love and trust into people who don't have my best interests at heart. I had successfully gatekept my way out of believing I had an eating disorder by telling myself it was just "disordered eating" but now that my stomach has shrunk I am being forced to see how bad it is. I can't believe I have been operating on this little brain power. I am so angry with myself for not getting help sooner before all of the relationships in my life blew up at once, because now it is even harder to eat without nice friends to sit and talk to. There is so much instability around me and I desperately wish I could feel grounded within my body again. I'm looking ahead to August for when my housing stabilizes a little and I can leave fight or flight. I could have tried to fix this when I still had so much love and support around me. I am thinking over and over of all the times I could have reached out for help and what people might have said. I know blaming myself is not going to solve anything but there is so much I am trying to understand. I feel like there are so many conversations hiding inside of me that nobody wants to hear. My body is moving at 100mph but every second is an eternity. I ate 1 meal today and didn't throw up, so at least there is that. I wish I could eat 3 meals, and feel strong and brave. Its summer, im supposed to be having fun under the sun or napping in the shade of a tree!

[starship-you]

Just because there's been no national coverage on this - something about a sub full of rich guys going missing has everyone's attention - here's a journal detailing the, I guess I'll take the honor of naming it, the Tulsa Disaster Supercell, which caused the greatest disruption in utility services in the city since the 2007 Frost Storm.

June 18th, 2023, Tulsa OK was knocked off the grid by a super storm that produced 100mph straightline winds that knocked over, depending on who you ask, 250-750 power lines and caused massive property damage. The storm was significant enough to sound off weather sirens and push notifications stating a hauntingly blunt warning: "YOU ARE IN A LIFE-THREATENING SITUATION." The entire town went without power for about 24 hours (except for some noticeably richer neighborhoods, strangely...), leaving hospitals on generator long enough to relocate their patients in ICU to the capital which wasn't hit as hard. The Tulsa metropolitan area has a population of just over 1m, and right after the storm had passed, 800k were without power. This storm would move into Arkansas/Missouri to generate tornadoes.

Restoration efforts started immediately, mobilizing private contractors from as far as New Jersey, but roads needed to be cleared of branches and debris before power could come back.

It took 48 hours to restore half of those who lost power. In this time, because of the callous nature of the world itself, a heat wave would raise temperatures to 90 degrees; not unseasonable, but combined with humidity and the fact that 80% of the population had no access to AC meant that suffering was inevitable. Shelters were set up to allow people to charge their devices and escape the height of the heat, and the Red Cross had utilized the spaces in empty churches to serve as 24 hour refuge sites.

The utility companies, by the first day, had surveyed the damage and made an announcement. It would take until 5pm on Saturday, the 24th, for power to be fully restored to Tulsans; a full week without power since the storm that would span into the start of summer. A non-nuanced estimate, as individual neighborhoods had different degrees of damage, and the fact that homeowners were responsible for fixing their weather heads before they could be reconnected, meant that it could be shorter or longer.

It took until the third day for a State of Emergency to be declared; the governor was in touch with utility companies, he claimed, and had previously stated that his "heart goes out" to those effected. Conveniently, he was in Paris for an airshow on June 19th (Juneteenth is a holiday that should be a big deal dor Oklahoma given how south and racially diverse we are as a state, but French planes are cool too). Unfortunately, hearts don't save perishables, recharge phones used to reach emergency services, or keep medical life-saving devices operational.

By the fourth day, rain had come back to the region, stalling reconnection efforts until it passed. The town still looked like a war zone littered with debris on the sides of the roads, and it was a coin flip if a given street light even lit up and, despite the time to adjust to the presence of four-way stop lights, nobody still understood how they work.

By now, the 22nd, there are still 100k without power; a massive effort to be sure, but suffering continues. Much of this could've been mitigated if a State of Emergency were called sooner; the mayor had activated the city's EOC right away, but the city's resources would be hardly noticed. State of Emergency means that FEMA could be deployed, complete with a corps of engineers specialized in restoring infrastructure to storm- and war-torn regions, and would guarantee that those who lost their entire supply of food and rely on welfare could get it replenished. At least one confirmed death resulted from a respirator failing in the outage, which could've been avoided with a more proper response.

For what its worth, much of the city wouldn't vote for this governor anyway, which may explain his lethargy towards the situation. Regardless, people don't deserve to suffer and die for disagreeing with you.

EDIT: okay, I just learned minutes after posting that the sub imploded killing the passengers. This is tragic, I don't dispute that. I just brought it up at the top because it feels like it shouldn't be as big a deal as an entire city falling off the grid.

Edit 2: added a page break because I hated scrolling past it and i know others will too. Sidenote, as a tumblr newbie, is edit notes like this encouraged like it is on reddit? Given the evergreen nature of posts i can see it going both ways

[frforlosers]

Hey guys, only fair I keep everyone updated on my situation. Oklahoma had a massive storm last Saturday with 90-100mph winds, so we got to experience a typhoon equivalent here in our land-locked state. Which- I mean we get tornadoes all the time, but tornados are isolated, and this was basically if a tornado the size of a city decided to track its way across our state.

Most of my city, and many other cities in the path of the storm, lost power, and we have been without electricity since Saturday. Of course, Oklahoma is an incredibly impoverished state, so many of us have lost all of our food, (and had to waste money on fast food because no one could cook anything) many places ran out of gasoline, and with 90° weather and no AC, we've all been stuck cooking in our own homes. :)))

The good news is, power has been coming back in chunks, and I finally have electricity as of 3 hours ago. My mom also had power restored Tuesday morning, so I'd been able to stay with her. The bad news is, this has put a delay on my art commission progress.

(Additionally- on top of the natural disaster, I have a new roommate moving in mid-July, and had to disassemble my PC and relocate it in preparation, and lost power before I could sit down and put things back together, so my PC is uh- in pieces on my bedroom floor rn.)

Obviously I also have an IRL job on top of all this, but it also lost power, and the power won't be back until Saturday. 🫠 So I'm missing a weeks paycheck because of this storm, and couldn't even use the time off to work on art because we've been living in the dark. So I'm super sorry.

Good news is!! As I said!! My power just came back on, but I have a lot of things I need to do before even starting to put my PC back together. My fridge is full of rotted food, my cats have been fed, but their litterboxes have been put on hold, and I've got to deal with those responsibilities first. I also volunteered to work at a different location tomorrow to try and salvage this paycheck, but I don't think Chipotle plans to compensate any of us for a loss of work due to this natural disaster. 😮‍💨

Basically, it could be another week before I'll be able to touch art again, and I realized I needed to give everyone an update on my situation.

Thank you, and I'm so sorry for the continued delay. 😭

(I took videos of the storm and I might post some highlights on here! It was so fucking cool to witness in person!! I was really lucky that my apartment was in a safe secure place. I barely made it home before the storm moved in tho that was scary. 🙈)

@moons-rising @pumpkin-bread tagging you guys because this affects you both the most, and I wanna make sure you see it! Again, I'm sorry! I knew progress would be slow but I'm still embarrassed by *how* slow. Thank you for your patience with me! 😭

[marlinspirkhall]

Send your knights over the lines first to do damage to the eyeballs. They will stomp them with their hooves. Then move your A2 and H2 pawns out of the way while the flesh is distracted, and fire the rooks directly into the eyeballs at 100mph, exploding them. You can now send your pieces through the empty eye sockets and gnaw out its brain without ever having to sacrifice any pieces to the mouth.

Hey, y'all, does anyone know how to counter the Wall of Flesh opening????? The answer is time sensitive.

[aestheticvoyage2024]

Day 158: Thursday June 6, 2024 - "My Grandmother's Funeral"

Over the course of the weekend of my Grandmother's funeral, I sought to learn more of her and to see her soul. And as I expected I would, I found love there. For the best of all of us, her legacy was the seeds thrown to the wind of content successful people, with grace and humor and an itinerant spirit that must be brooding in the Scottish DNA handed down to my Mom's generation, and then my own, and the next, all gathered together today back in Gratiot County where the green fields and trees of Breckenridge welcomed us all back; taking her back. To the soil from which she was born, one of 9 kids (7 sisters) in the Near family. An old bin of artifacts in my Mom's basement holds her birth certificate marked with the year 1929; born on Oct 7, Marion Louise Near. Among love letters and jewelery is a telegram consenting to her marriage to my Grandpa at the age of 16 next to their Wedding Photo that could easily be mistaken for a high school dance. Young - A very different time, a very different world. Easy to find grace and forgiveness for a women who grew up hard, but had made it. I learned of her going back to high school and getting her diploma as Aunt Barb, 10, watched with them from the audience with other littles in tow. She chose to do that when she didn't have to. This created opportunities for her and our family - the hard working farmers daughter figuring out ways to help support the growing family and the 6 mouths of her own to feed. I learned of her making a deal with my Grandpa to stop smoking and she'd go to work to help pay the bills. He did and she did. Working first at Big Boy where we still use her incredibly good homemade Strawberry Pie, then onto Dow where she worked for many years in the accounting department, no doubt earning accolades and praise for the same grit that made her difficult to love. She was her own person, and she lived life her way. The room was full for her services, a product of living a very long time in a very small community no doubt. But there was something touching in seeing and learning of my Grandmother in a fresh light in her passing. Something peaceful in saying goodbye to her in the coffin with nothing but grace, a petoskey stone in her hand - her love of nature; I picture her in snow boots and bundled up in winter coat and hat out clomping around doing some sort of busy chore. I hear her very unique voice, unforgettable, happily enjoying whatever she is doing. I held her in a happy light. And I said goodbye.

Its complicated. I look to my Grandmother and see a whole lot of my own mother and of me. Of my Grandmother, I would tell of a hard working 100mph somewhat compulsive, eccentric, "doing the best she can to make it in a complicated world" girl who married young and ran hard until the day she died. A product of her own parenting, her own environment, and cycles handed down through generations that we can no longer tell of, there is no doubt that there are many many times that she could have and maybe should have done better. And I suppose that true of us all. But the result here, in Marion, was one Tough, hard working, resilient, complicated person. The best traits of which I imagine folks that know me, might say the same of. I know where it comes from. My bones - that characteristic immoderation of stubborn-ness and eccentric-ness that makes one hard to love; hard to get close to and you can see it scatter through the family tree. The same difficult traits that make one incredibly successful, but compulsively lonely. And I can feel the guilt of not having been close to my Grandmother. The last time I saw her was when my Grandpa died in 2018 and she didn't know who I was, dimentia long taking her mind from all but the sacred few that kept good care of her in these last years. I barely knew her after they moved up North in 1994... grief with my Mom colored the relationship in very black and white ways that resulted in our relationship having long been passed. But even still, I know her well. I see her story clearer now, as I reach middle age myself and experience the difficulties of parenthood and life, and probably some level of anxiety. I see her. I stand on her shoulders and try to improve on it, just like my Mom has with me.

All my Aunts and Uncles were in attendance, and all the cousins except my sister and my cousin Anna, Cousins John and Will. I was excited to see my own Grandpa Acton that it was sad to reflect on the idea that soon we'll be doing this in the very same room for him. It was not lost on me then that when it came time to travel to the cemetary, he gladly declined and stayed behind. It was a good service, short and to the point - her legacy is Us. She did it all for Us. In the end, for better and for worse, the outcome is nothing but blessings. A beautiful family together as the Byrds "Turn! Turn! Turn!" played - a perfect song chosen by my Mom's sibling that about made me cry...except for I had William in my lap who was enjoying the song too much to allow it to be overly somber. It was indeed a fairly happy event. She was an old bird who by all accounts was very happy in her last years of life - the staff loved her and gathered around her when she passed, so that she wouldn't be alone. A beautiful ending to a remarkable life - a long life, returned to the soil in the Williams plot next to my Great Grandpa Lee and Anna - a wonderful place to be, in wonderful company. I served as a pallbearer alongside my cousins Mark and Andy, Andy's son, my cousin Alex's husband Ramon. Her two living siblings, Dick and Marie were there, and looking like they would live forever - strong and solid just like her. Both were happy to meet and hold little William - one of 19 great grandchildren Marion had. Each one special - many of them gathered around us this weekend. Lots of special humans. Lots of love. Lots of good stories to be created and told. No greater legacy than that.

My Mom and I revisited the cemetery later in the weekend for a quiet stroll around Ridgelawn. It was so beautiful - peaceful and cool under a grey breeze. I asked my Mom what she thought about being buried here - she was very adamantly against the idea. For her its all out in Lake Michigan. And I applaud her strong beliefs. They are nice to have. My own are in flux - but Grandma Williams' coffin finds its resting place just below the headstone for Baby Leon Royce, who was Grandpa William's brother. Then next to her to the right is Grandma Stella and Grandpa Lee, with my Grandpa Laurien to the right of them under the headstone for my Grandparents. Just the way the plots were split and bought. But I happen to know that there is a story in that too - in that same bin, back home in my Mom's basement is a wallet- - it belonged to my Great Grandpa Lee. With a receipt, for this exact plot, who he as a young man worked to start here in our familial hometown of Breckenridge. A beautiful full circle - a beautiful telling, of a woman who worked hard, did her best, and put forth a beautiful set of humans on the earth - myself included. I see her in me, and she lives in me, as I work to improve the story and take it even one step further.

Song: The Byrds - Turn! Turn! Turn!

Quote: “The true meaning of life is to plant trees, under whose shade you do not expect to sit.” – Nelson Henderson

[jhavelikes]

Storm Ingunn slammed into Norway on Wednesday with hurricane-force winds. A deep, multi-centred area of low pressure intensified as it moved eastwards towards Scandinavia, displaying signs of possible sting jet activity as it approached the Norwegian coast. A sting jet is a narrow channel of very strong winds – often more than 100mph (160km/h) – that can form when low pressure systems strengthen rapidly, with these winds descending from upper levels towards the surface. The storm deepened to a lowest central pressure of 940hPa on Wednesday evening, approaching Norway’s official low pressure record of 938.5hPa, set in 1907. The storm is the most powerful Norway has seen in decades, with sustained winds equivalent to those from a Category 1 hurricane. Gusts of 80-100mph were widespread along the west coast during Wednesday afternoon and overnight, with the Norwegian Meteorological Society announcing on Thursday a strongest confirmed gust of 115mph at Sklinna Lighthouse on the island of Heimøya, north of Trondheim. Some reports from the Faroe Islands suggest that gusts there could have reached up to 155mph, but these numbers were unconfirmed at the time of writing. Flights and ferries were cancelled, alongside closures of schools and other transport links, with power cuts across central parts of Norway. A hotel in the town of Bodø had several windows blown out of its top floor, and a bus carrying 14 passengers was blown off the road in Bergen.

Weather tracker: Storm Ingunn hits Norway with hurricane-force winds | Norway | The Guardian

[undeadentropy]

Its a hell of a rush, and theres nothing quite like it, but if you make a wrong move, you'll be grated across the road at over 100mph