#lightning safety measures

[townpostin]

Monsoon Intensifies: Heavy Rain Alert for Jharkhand

Southern and central regions brace for downpours; thunderstorms forecast in multiple districts Jharkhand’s weather department warns of intense monsoon activity, with heavy rainfall expected from July 30 to August 1. RANCHI – Meteorologists predict heightened monsoon vigor across Jharkhand, particularly affecting the state’s southern and central areas. Dr. Abhishek Anand, a climate expert at the…

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the "can u see him doing this with ur daughter? theres ur answer" trend reminds me of matt so much like yes he would wear a tutu and play barbies with his daughter

THERES YOUR ANSWER

❐ summary » five occasions arose where matt's actions illuminated the path, demonstrating with unwavering clarity that this endeavor could indeed flourish.

❐ pairings » dad!matt x fem!reader

❐ warnings » none

❐ a/n && w/c » this is made for the ones that have daddy issues • 4.48k

“can you imagine him checking under the bed for monsters?”

the wind outside was a relentless force, howling like a pack of wolves, while thunder boomed through the sky with the fury of a thousand drums. it was a night where the storm seemed to have a life of its own, and your daughter aniella, nestled in her bed, suddenly awoke, her body snapping upright.

fear gripped her as she watched the shadows cast by the flickering lightning dance ominously on her bedroom walls. the thunder's deafening roar only intensified her fright, making her small frame tremble with each resounding crash from the storm outside.

aniella whimpered, tears welling up in her eyes as she called out for matt. "daddy!" she cried, her voice quivering with fear as she desperately tried to burrow under her covers, seeking refuge from the storm's terrifying symphony.

her small frame shook with each sob, her heart pounding as she clung to the only sense of safety she could find in that moment.

after a little while, her voice pierced the storm once more, "daddy!" she cried out, louder this time, her tone saturated with a deeper, more palpable fear.

she sobbed uncontrollably into her unicorn sheets, her cries a desperate plea for comfort amidst the chaos raging outside.

matt swiftly opened the door, his hair in wild disarray and his eyes still clouded with the remnants of sleep, yet unmistakably etched with concern. his gaze swept across the dimly lit room, taking in the flickering shadows cast by the storm outside, before finally settling on the small, trembling form of aniella.

she was partially hidden beneath her unicorn-themed covers, her sobs a soft, heart-wrenching sound that cut through the chaos of the night. matt's heart ached as he took in the sight of his frightened daughter, his protective instincts immediately kicking into overdrive.

his heart swelled at the sight of his daughter, a profound mixture of love and concern washing over him. his eyes softened, a tender smile tugging at his lips despite the urgency of the moment.

"aniella, sweetie?" matt whispered, his voice gentle and soothing as he closed the door behind him with a quiet click. he walked up to her bed with measured steps, each one laden with the intent to comfort and protect.

he carefully sat down on the edge of the bed, his movements deliberate and gentle, as though afraid to disturb her fragile state.

with a tender touch, he slowly pulled the covers away, revealing his daughter's tear-stained cheeks. the sight made his heart soften even further, a wave of empathy and protectiveness washing over him as he took in her vulnerable expression.

"what's wrong, elle?" he cooed softly, his voice a soothing balm against the storm's fury. he brought his hand up to her small, tear-stained cheeks, his thumb gently tracing soothing circles against her delicate skin, hoping to ease her distress with his tender touch.

"i'm scared," she whispered softly, her voice barely audible above the patter of rain against the window. tears continued to stream down her face, carving glistening paths down her cheeks as she sought solace in her father's presence.

"of what, sweetie?" he asked softly, his voice imbued with a gentle curiosity and concern, as he endeavored to uncover the source of her distress.

aniella slowly sat up, inching closer to matt with a hesitant grace, her small frame trembling slightly. she brought her lips to his ear, her breath warm and trembling.

"the monsters under my bed," she whispered softly, her voice a fragile thread of fear. matt's gaze softened, a small, reassuring smile tugging at his lips as he absorbed her words, his heart swelling with a renewed determination to protect her.

"there are no monsters, aniella," he whispered, his voice a gentle murmur in the dimly lit room. as aniella crawled back under her sheets, matt couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle, the sound warm and comforting.

"do you want me to check for you?" he asked, his tone tender and reassuring. aniella peeked out from beneath her covers, her eyes wide and hopeful, and nodded slowly.

matt rose to his feet and then gracefully lowered himself onto his knees, peering into the shadowy abyss beneath her bed. "no monsters," he proclaimed softly, his voice carrying an air of certainty.

as his hand reached out, it brushed against something soft and familiar. with a gentle chuckle, he pulled out a unicorn stuffed toy, holding it up for aniella to see. "but i found this," he said, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he handed the plush unicorn to her.

aniella gasped, her eyes sparkling with delight as she eagerly took the unicorn and hugged it tightly to her chest. "i was looking for this!" she exclaimed, a radiant smile spreading across her face, her previous fears momentarily forgotten.

matt rose gracefully, ensuring aniella was snugly tucked in beneath her blankets, making sure every corner was perfectly in place to keep her warm and secure. with a gentle, affectionate motion, he leaned down, his presence exuding a calm and comforting aura, and planted a soft kiss on her forehead.

his touch was imbued with warmth and reassurance, a silent promise that he would always be there to protect and care for her. as he straightened up, he watched her eyes flutter closed, a serene smile playing on her lips, knowing she felt safe and loved.

matt offered a gentle smile as he began to walk away, but aniella, with a sudden and earnest urgency, reached out and halted his departure.

"please, daddy, stay," she implored, her eyes brimming with a heartfelt plea. matt's face, already softened with affection, seemed to melt even further, if such tenderness was possible.

matt's heart clenched with a profound ache, "of course, baby," he whispered tenderly, his voice barely more than a breath. with deliberate care, he climbed onto her bed, his movements slow and gentle, ensuring not to disturb her comfort.

he wrapped his arm around her small frame, pulling her close as she nestled against his chest, her tiny fingers clutching his shirt.

the rhythmic beating of his heart provided a soothing lullaby, and he could feel her breathing synchronize with his own.

as he held her, the world outside seemed to fade, leaving only the warmth of their shared embrace and the unspoken promise of his unwavering presence.

»--•--«

“can you imagine him dressing up in a tutu for your daughter?”

"aniella! lunch is ready!" you call out, your voice resonating through the house with a blend of warmth and authority. you carefully place her plate and utensils on the table, each movement deliberate and precise, as if setting the stage for a cherished ritual. 

the aroma of the meal wafts through the air, mingling with the anticipation of shared moments and conversations yet to unfold.

you had anticipated the familiar sound of aniella's hurried footsteps as she came running out of her room, eager for lunch. instead, an unexpected stillness filled the air, broken only by the soft strains of classical music emanating from her room, creating a poignant contrast to the lively scene you had envisioned.

"what in the world?" you murmur, your voice tinged with confusion and concern, as you slowly make your way towards her room, each step echoing in the quiet hallway.

you open the door to a whimsical sight: matt and aniella, both adorned in vibrant tutus, with aniella twirling gracefully around the room and matt balancing precariously on his tippy toes, his face a picture of concentrated effort and playful delight.

your jaw drops, a wide smile spreading across your face, as a soft chuckle escapes your lips. you lean against the door frame, taking in the endearing scene with a mix of amusement and affection.

you watch the scene unfold with a sense of wonder, as matt gracefully crouches down, allowing aniella to gently place a delicate crown upon his head. with a flourish, he spins around once more, the room filled with the enchanting blend of their laughter and the soft strains of classical music.

"oh my god," you exclaim, your voice a mix of astonishment and delight, as matt halts his movement, turning around to flash you a radiant smile that lights up the room.

"mommy, come join us!" aniella giggles, her face alight with a cheerful smile. she darts across the room, grabbing an extra tutu with eager hands, and runs back to you, presenting it with a sense of excited anticipation.

you beam, accepting the tutu from aniella with a warm smile. your gaze shifts upwards to meet matt's eyes, a silent exchange of joy and amusement passing between you.

"what is this?" you mouth to him, your eyebrows raised in playful curiosity. he responds with a casual shrug, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

"come on, mama!" she exclaims with boundless enthusiasm, her small hand grasping your wrist firmly. with a burst of energy, she pulls you along, running back towards matt with infectious excitement.

"like this," she says, her voice brimming with innocent delight. she rises onto her tiptoes, her tiny feet barely making a sound as she twirls gracefully. her dress flutters around her like a delicate flower in the wind. 

you laugh softly, the sound a gentle melody, as you watch her with a heart full of love and admiration. her joyous demonstration fills the room with a sense of pure, unfiltered happiness.

"like this?" you ask, mirroring her words with a playful smile. you rise onto your tiptoes, mimicking her delicate movements as you spin around gracefully. she nods eagerly, her eyes sparkling with approval and delight, as if you have perfectly captured the essence of her dance.

"yeah!" aniella exclaims with boundless enthusiasm, her voice ringing with excitement. she turns swiftly to look at matt, her eyes alight with joy and anticipation, eager to share the moment with him.

matt chuckles, a warm, deep sound that fills the room. he rises onto his tiptoes, mimicking the delicate twirl of a princess, his movements surprisingly graceful. aniella giggles with delight, her laughter a sweet melody, while you can't help but let out a laugh, the joy of the moment infectious.

»--•--«

"can you imagine him taking your daughter out to dinner if she gets stood up by her date?"

after a grueling day of filming, matt maneuvered his car into the driveway, the weight of exhaustion evident in his every movement. with a heavy sigh, he leaned back against the seat momentarily, allowing the weariness to wash over him. as he turned his gaze towards the house, his eyes fell upon his daughter, who was seated on the porch steps, her silhouette framed by the soft glow of the evening light.

he furrowed his eyebrows in a mix of confusion and concern, the realization dawning upon him that she was supposed to be out on a date.

aniella stood with her head bowed, her eyes fixated on the ground beneath her. her face, shrouded in a veil of sorrow, betrayed a deep sense of introspection and sadness. the weight of her thoughts seemed to pull her gaze downward, her posture a silent testament to the heavy burden she carried within.

his heart swelled with a myriad of emotions at the poignant sight before him. after a moment's hesitation, he opened the car door and stepped out, each step towards the porch laden with a mix of anticipation and concern.

aniella's gaze remained steadfastly fixed on her feet, as if they held the answers to the turmoil within her. despite her unwavering focus, matt quietly lowered himself onto the step beside her, his presence a silent offering of comfort and solidarity.

a profound silence enveloped them, the air thick with unspoken words, as a torrent of thoughts cascaded through matt's mind, each one vying for his attention.

should he offer her solace, gently reminding her that the world is vast and teeming with opportunities, like an ocean brimming with countless fish? or should he let his indignation surface, bluntly labeling her date as an inconsiderate dick?

matt, wrestling with the cacophony of conflicting thoughts, finally decided to cast them aside. trusting his instincts, he allowed his gut feeling to guide his next move.

"how about we turn this night around, hm?" he inquired, turning to her with a gentle nudge. "let's go out, just the two of us. what do you think?" he proposed with a warm smile, his words causing her eyes to light up as she turned to meet his gaze.

“really?” she asked, a delicate smile beginning to form on her lips.

“of course,” matt replied, standing up with a fluid motion. he extended his hand towards her, his fingers curling slightly in invitation. "let's make the most out of tonight,” he added, his eyes sparkling with determination.

they stroll to a quaint, cozy diner tucked away on a quiet street nearby. as they enter, the warm, inviting aroma of comfort food envelops them. matt, with a twinkle in his eye, orders her favorite milkshake, rich and creamy, along with a heaping plate of golden fries.

they slide into a booth, the worn leather seats adding to the nostalgic charm of the place.

their conversation begins to flow like a gentle stream, washing away the remnants of earlier sadness. they chat and laugh, the sound of their mirth mingling with the soft hum of the diner. 

matt begins to share stories from his own teenage years, each tale more vivid and animated than the last. he recounts mischievous pranks, awkward moments, and small triumphs, all with a self-deprecating humor that makes her giggle.

with each story, she feels a growing sense of connection and understanding. the way matt's eyes light up with each memory, the way he gestures animatedly, and the warmth in his voice all make her feel seen and valued. the earlier sadness melts away completely, replaced by a comforting sense of camaraderie and shared experience.

after a while, matt leans back, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. he sighs softly before saying, "you know, this moment takes me back to the very first time i laid eyes on your mom."

aniella's eyes sparkled with curiosity, her voice tinged with eagerness as she asked, “really? how did you meet her?”

matt smiles, his eyes distant as he recalls the memory. “it was a night much like this one. i was supposed to meet a friend, but he canceled last minute. i decided to go to the diner anyway, and that's when i saw her. she was sitting alone, reading a book and sipping on a milkshake."

he pauses, taking a sip of his own drink. “i was nervous, but i felt this strange pull to go talk to her. so, i walked over and asked if i could join her. she looked up, surprised, but then she smiled and said yes. we ended up talking for hours, about everything and nothing, just like we are now."

your daughter listens with rapt attention, the sorrow in her eyes giving way to a burgeoning curiosity and warmth. “what happens next?” she inquires, her voice a soft whisper, eager to hear more.

“we started seeing each other more often," matt continues. “every time we met, it felt like we were discovering new parts of each other. and before we knew it, we were inseparable. she became my best friend, my confidant, and eventually, my wife."

by the time they head back home, your daughter feels much better, her heart buoyed by the comforting knowledge that, no matter the twists and turns of life, her dad will always be there for her, just as he was steadfast for her mom. 

as they approach the familiar steps of their home, she wraps her arms around him in a tight embrace, her gratitude overflowing for the serendipitous evening they shared. the warmth of his presence and the shared stories have woven a new thread of closeness between them, leaving her feeling cherished and secure.

»--•--«

"can you imagine him comforting your daughter when she has her heart broken for the first time?"

as the evening sky adorned itself in a tapestry of twilight hues, casting an ethereal glow over the weathered porch, she sat in quiet desolation, tears cascading down her cheeks like a silent symphony of sorrow. her heart lay in fragments, the agony of her first heartbreak a visceral, unyielding force that gnawed at her very soul. 

the world around her seemed to have been drained of its vibrancy, each color fading into a dull monotony, leaving her surrounded by a bleak, lifeless landscape. the oppressive weight of her grief threatened to consume her entirely, pressing down on her chest with a suffocating intensity.

in that moment, every breath felt like a struggle, each heartbeat a reminder of the love lost and the dreams shattered. she clung to the memories of what once was, yet they only served to deepen the chasm of her despair. 

the night grew darker, and the stars above seemed indifferent to her plight, twinkling coldly in the vast expanse of the sky. she was alone in her sorrow, and the silence of the night offered no solace, only a haunting echo of her pain.

matt found her there, his presence a gentle balm to her sorrow. without uttering a word, he positioned himself beside her, enveloping her shoulders with a comforting arm. she leaned into him, seeking solace in his embrace. for a timeless moment, they sat in profound silence, the only sound being the gentle rustle of leaves stirred by the evening breeze.

"you know," he began softly, his eyes distant as if recalling a distant memory. he shifted slightly, his fingers tracing absent patterns on the wooden bench between them. "when i was your age, i thought my world had ended too. i remember feeling like the pain would never go away."

she sniffled, her sobs gradually diminishing as she listened intently. his voice, steady and soothing, wove through the tumult of her emotions like a lifeline cast into a tempestuous sea.

"there was a time," he continued, his voice a soft murmur against the night, "when i felt just as lost. it was my first heartbreak, and i thought i'd never be whole again. but with every dawn, the pain lessened, and i discovered a strength within me that i never knew existed."

he paused, allowing the weight of his words to settle into the silence that enveloped them. she looked up at him, her eyes a tempest of emotions, swirling with a mixture of lingering pain and a fragile glimmer of hope. the moments stretched, each second an eternity as the depth of their shared experience began to unfold in the quiet between them.

"pain," he intoned, his voice a gentle murmur amidst the quiet, "is like a storm. it can be fierce and overwhelming, but it always passes. and when it does, it leaves behind a clearer sky. you will find that you are stronger than you think."

his words, cloaked in the wisdom of experience, began to weave a rich tapestry of solace around her. he recounted tales of resilience and hope, of moments when he had confronted seemingly insurmountable challenges and emerged not only unscathed but stronger and more resolute. each story was a thread, intricately woven, creating a fabric of comfort and strength that enveloped her.

"you are never alone," he whispered, his voice imbued with unwavering assurance. “i will always be here for you, no matter what."

in that fleeting moment, as twilight surrendered to the embrace of night, she sensed the fragments of her shattered heart beginning to mend. the pain lingered, yet it was no longer insurmountable. with a profound certainty, she knew that regardless of the trials ahead, her father would remain an unwavering pillar of support.

they sat together on the porch, the stars beginning to twinkle in the vast expanse of the night sky. the world, which had seemed so dark and hopeless just moments before, now felt imbued with a faint but growing light. she understood that the path ahead would be fraught with challenges, yet with her father by her side, she felt a newfound readiness to confront whatever lay ahead.

"thank you, dad," she whispered, her voice resonating with profound gratitude and deep emotion.

he smiled, a warm and reassuring smile that conveyed a depth of unspoken understanding. "anytime, sweetheart. anytime."

and so, beneath the vast canvas of the night sky, a bond that had always been strong grew even more unbreakable. in the quietude of that evening, amidst the whispers of the wind and the soft luminescence of the stars, a father's unwavering love and a daughter's resilient spirit intertwined, weaving a tale of hope and healing that would be cherished for generations to come.

»--•--«

"would you want a man to treat your daughter the same way he treats you?"

as the evening sun descended beneath the horizon, it bathed the quaint restaurant in a resplendent, golden glow, transforming the familiar surroundings into a canvas of nostalgic warmth. you and matt found yourselves seated at a table steeped in memories, the very spot where your parents had first encountered matt all those years ago. 

the air was thick with the aroma of freshly baked bread and the soft murmur of conversations, creating an ambiance both comforting and intimate. tonight, however, the air was charged with a different anticipation, as you were here to meet aniella's boyfriend, ethan. 

the significance of the moment was not lost on you; this was a new chapter, a bridge between past and future. the delicate interplay of light and shadow seemed to mirror the mix of emotions swirling within you—excitement, curiosity, and a touch of nostalgia.

ethan arrived, his presence strikingly reminiscent of matt's from your teenage years. his nervous energy was palpable, manifesting in the way he fidgeted with his hands, an unconscious echo of matt's youthful mannerisms. 

even his choice of words, carefully selected yet tinged with a hint of anxiety, mirrored matt's from that fateful night when he first met your parents. the resemblance was uncanny, and you couldn't help but smile as memories of those formative years flooded back. 

the way ethan shifted in his seat, the earnestness in his eyes, and the slight tremor in his voice all combined to create a vivid tableau of the past, intertwining it seamlessly with the present moment. it was as if time had folded in on itself, bringing forth a sense of nostalgia and continuity that warmed your heart.

the conversation commenced with light-hearted banter, a gentle prelude to the deeper inquiries that lay ahead. soon, you and matt navigated the waters of casual discourse, steering towards more profound and introspective questions.

"ethan," you began, your voice a steady anchor amidst the ebb and flow of conversation, “what are your plans for the future? where do you see yourself in five years?” the question hung in the air, a bridge between the present moment and the unfathomable expanse of time yet to come.

ethan adjusted his glasses, a gesture that seemed to illuminate his eyes with a fervent enthusiasm. "well," he began, his voice tinged with excitement, "well, i'm currently working on my master's in astrophysics, and after that, i plan to pursue a phd. i'm really passionate about research, especially in the field of exoplanets. i want to contribute to our understanding of the universe and maybe even discover new worlds. and, of course, i want aniella to be a part of that journey. she's my biggest supporter."

you smiled softly, your heart warmed by ethan's dreams and aspirations. it was a quality you had always cherished in matt as well. his passion for the things he loved and his unwavering commitment to his goals had always been a beacon of inspiration for you.

matt nodded approvingly, his gaze softening. "and how do you handle disagreements with aniella?" he asked, his tone gentle but probing.

ethan smiled, though a trace of nervousness still clung to his expression. "we engage in open dialogue," he began, his voice steady yet sincere. "we talk things out. i believe in open communication and making sure we both feel heard. it's not always easy, but i think it's important to work through things together. we also love debating different scientific theories, which helps us understand each other better."

your heart swelled with a profound warmth, for matt mirrored this very approach in his own unique way. his dedication to open communication and mutual understanding was a reflection of the qualities you so deeply admired in him.

as the evening unfolded, you observed with growing admiration how ethan's responses exuded a maturity and thoughtfulness that provided you with a profound sense of reassurance. he spoke of his upbringing, his values, and his dreams with a clarity and conviction that vividly reminded you of matt's early days. 

the uncanny parallels between ethan and matt were striking, weaving a tapestry of familiarity and shared values that warmed your heart deeply. it was as if you were witnessing a reflection of matt's younger self in ethan, and this realization filled you with a sense of comfort and hope for the future.

by the end of the night, it became abundantly clear that ethan had left an indelible mark on your hearts. as you departed the restaurant, hand in hand with matt, your hearts brimmed with a profound sense of fulfillment. 

you couldn't help but reflect on how your own love story had blossomed within the walls of that very place, and now, witnessing aniella's journey unfolding so beautifully with ethan by her side, filled you with a sense of poetic continuity. it was as if the threads of your past and present were intricately woven together, creating a tapestry of love and hope for the future.

thus, to address your query, the answer is unequivocally yes. you observed matt in his actions and endeavors, and through these, he consistently demonstrated and substantiated his capabilities to you.

yes, you can envision matt meticulously inspecting every nook and cranny beneath your daughter's bed, ensuring that no imaginary creatures lurk in the shadows.

yes, you can picture matt twirling gracefully with your daughter, both adorned in tutus and tiaras, their laughter filling the room as they dance in joyous harmony.

yes, you can envision matt tenderly taking your daughter out for dinner, providing solace and companionship after the disheartening experience of being stood up.

yes, you can envision matt offering a comforting embrace to your daughter, his presence a soothing balm as she navigates the tumultuous emotions of her first heartbreak.

yes, you can envisage your daughter finding solace and companionship in a man akin to matt, whose character and virtues mirror those of her steadfast guardian.

[xxoxobree]

Intoxicating Pt.1

Hobie x Black Fem Spider Person Reader

Summary: You often accompany Miguel to other worlds seeking out anomaly's. Earth 138 was different you met their Spider-Man who seemed to have an interesting effect on your body.

A/n: This is supposed to mimic Cindy Moon & Peters Relationship.

As you strode through the bustling halls of HQ, your feet carried you towards the obscure room where Miguel would often be found, his eyes fixated on the various screens as he worked tirelessly to ensure that the multiverse remained flawless.

Although you had attempted to lure him out of his lair on numerous occasions, he had always refused, stating that his duty was to remain vigilant and watchful within those walls. When he summoned you today, you knew that it could only mean one thing - yet another anomaly had emerged, and it was up to you and Miguel to identify and send it back to its rightful dimension.

With a sense of purpose and duty, you made your way towards the designated room, always ready to do your part as Spider-Man. Your braids, adorned with beads on the end, jangled and clinked with each step you took, providing a satisfying sound. In your hand, you held a warm cup of coffee, careful not to scald your tongue as you took measured sips.

Upon entering the room, you savoured one last gulp of your coffee before addressing Miguel. "Hey there, what's the latest update? What do we have on the docket for today Layla?" you asked, eager to get started on the next mission.

Layla's hologram appeared on your watch, displaying crucial information about a Venom anomaly on Earth 138, the first Symbiote anomaly.

"Earth 138, huh? Isn't that dimension plagued with symbiotes already? This sounds like a challenge but interesting,"you remarked.

Before you could say anything else, Miguel cut in abruptly. "Enough talk. We need to get to work."

You couldn't help but feel a bit taken aback by Miguel's aggressive tone. "Hey, rude much?" you retorted, feeling slightly irritated.

Miguel let out an exasperated sigh, clearly having had enough of your presence for the day. "Come on, Y/n, let's go before this thing splits and creates more havoc," he said, opening up a portal and striding through it.

Quickly adjusting your mask and thwiping a web, you followed him through the portal with a leap and a swing. As you landed on the edge of a towering skyscraper, Miguel greeted you with a hint of annoyance in his voice. "Finally, you decided to show up," he muttered.

Taking a moment to observe your surroundings, you marveled at the world's colors and picturesque scenes. It looked like everything was cut straight out of a magazine.

Your voice was low as you murmured, "This dimension is one of the most fascinating I've ever seen." But your attention was quickly diverted as your spider senses tingled, warning you of a danger lurking below. The Venom anomaly was poised to attack a group of innocent civilians.

"Miguel, look!" you shouted urgently, pointing downwards as you swung into action. With your leg stretched out, you landed a swift kick that sent the symbiote hurtling backwards.

"Run! Get out of here!" Miguel warned the civilians, his voice urgent as he watched them flee to safety.

The Venom anomaly let out a low growl, baring its sharp teeth at you and Miguel, a twisted smile on its face as if it were relishing the upcoming fight.

You exchanged a quick nod with Miguel, both of you charging towards the symbiote with determination and focus.

The symbiote's tendrils lunged towards you and Miguel, you both sprang into action, expertly dodging the slimy projectiles with grace and ease. With lightning-fast reflexes, you reached for a web bomb from your belt and hurled it at the symbiote, watching as it exploded and subdued the dangerous creature.

"Piece of cake," you said, grinning confidently as you swung over to the writhing symbiote, watching as it struggled to break free.

Miguel nodded in approval, fiddling with his watch as he complimented you. "Good job kid." You nodded satisfied with today only for your spider senses to tingle once again, warning you of imminent danger.

Sure enough, you watched in alarm as the symbiote ripped itself free from the webs, its menacing form looming over you once more. You knew that this fight was far from over.

The symbiote's tendrils struck you and Miguel with considerable force, sending you both flying backwards. You struggled to regain your footing, feeling shaken and disoriented from the blow.

"Can't these symbiotes ever give us an easy fight?" you muttered, trying to shake off the dizziness as you got back up.

Miguel quickly sprang into action, instructing you to stay out of the creature's reach and focus on webbing it up. You followed his lead, keeping a safe distance as the symbiote cackled maniacally in response.

Despite your best efforts, the symbiote continued to wreak havoc, easily breaking through your webs and throwing everything it could at you.

You and Miguel dodged and weaved, doing your best to avoid the dangerous attacks while trying to contain the creature.

"Miguel, my web fluid is running low. We need a new game plan," you said with concern in your voice.

Suddenly, a voice called out from behind you, accompanied by an electrifying guitar riff. It was another Spider-Man, the one from this dimension, and he certainly looked the part. You watched in awe as he swung past you, landing with ease and unleashing a powerful strum that made the symbiote scream in agony.

Turning to Miguel, you saw the shock etched on his face, mirroring your own astonishment.

The unfamiliar Spider-Man continued jamming on his guitar, the sound waves overwhelming the symbiote and practically rendering it immobile.

In no time, Miguel sprang into action and quickly captured the weakened creature.

You swung over to the duo, intrigued by your newfound ally.

This Spider-Man was unlike any you had encountered before. His outfit was unconventional, lacking the traditional suit. His mask bore spikes running down the middle mimicking a mohawk. What's more, he exuded a confidence that set him apart from the rest.

"I thought I had wiped out all those bloody things," the stranger spoke in a thick British accent.

"Thanks for saving us," you murmured sweetly, drawing the stranger's attention to you. As he locked eyes with you, both of your spider senses went into overdrive, followed by a captivating scent that made your body feel hot and your head spin.

You struggled to keep your breathing steady, your chest rising and falling as you fought the urge to pounce on the stranger. You couldn't help but panic, wondering why he had such a powerful effect on you.

"Hmm, it looks like we have a lot in common," he said with a light chuckle, drawing closer to you like a magnet.

You swallowed hard, the sound audible as you nervously stammered out, "Y-yeah. I'm Y/n," feeling your cheeks flush with embarrassment.

"Hobie Brown," he replied in a low, seductive tone, his hand wrapping around yours in a firm grip. Your breaths quickened even more, if that was possible, as a rush of heat flooded your core.

"Nice to meet you, Hobie," you said gently pulling your hand away from his.

"Hobie, huh?" Miguel interrupted as he made his way over to the two of you. "Maybe you'd make a good addition. Why don't you come with us?" he suggested, opening a portal.

Taking advantage of Miguel's distraction, you created some distance between yourself and Hobie. You could feel your self-control slipping, as you wondered if you had the same effect on him.

Hobie spun around to face you and the delicious scent that radiated from him enveloped you once more. You paused, struggling to maintain your composure, before letting out a heavy sigh.

"I don't follow orders, mate," he said. "Care to explain what he's chattin' bout, love?"

You took a deep breath and composed yourself before replying,

"He's inviting you to join the Society of all the Spidermen, Hobie. It's a group of individuals like you, gifted with unique abilities, who work together to defend and protect the multiverse."

As Hobie pondered the invitation, you struggled to maintain your composure and secretly hoped he would decline. Your feet seemed to have a mind of their own as they drew you closer to Hobie, desperate to inhale more of his intoxicating scent that made your head spin.

"We have to leave right now if you're coming," Miguel pressed, flinging a watch to Hobie before disappearing into the portal. Hobie nodded and trailed after Miguel, leaving you to groan and whimper in disappointment before reluctantly stepping into the portal behind them.

Hobie and Miguel were walking ahead of you, trailing behind them. You watched eagerly as Hobie finally removed his mask, revealing a head full of lively hair that sprang out in every direction.

Unfortunately, you couldn't get a clear view of his face from your position behind him, until he turned around and flashed a small smirk in your direction. Your eyes were immediately drawn to his full lips, complete with a lip ring, and then up to the tips of his eyebrows. As you continued to scan his face, you noticed a plethora of piercings, which only added to his stunning appearance. You were completely captivated by how gorgeous he was.

"Uh, Miguel, I'll catch up with you later," you said, your steps slowing down as you continued to stare at Hobie. You couldn't help but inhale deeply, savoring his delicious scent for as long as possible, even as he walked further away from you.

With a deep exhale, you opened a portal and stepped through, arriving in your apartment. You immediately removed your mask, feeling the cool air wash over your face. Despite being back in your own space, Hobie's scent and face were still flooding your mind, making it hard to focus on anything else. You flopped onto your bed and began the task of taking off your skin-tight suit. After peeling it off, you tried your best to get some sleep, but your mind was too preoccupied with thoughts of Hobie, and you failed miserably at your attempt to rest.

There was something about him that left you utterly desperate. It was a feeling of desperation for his touch, for his hands to explore every inch of your body, for the sensation of his warm skin pressed against yours. His scent alone was enough to drive you wild, a heady aroma that seemed to intoxicate you completely.

A/n: If you liked this comment let me know what should I do in part 2.

[wandussyfantasy]

Hi!

I just found your tumblr. Could you write a Wanda X reader (NB AFAB) fic with a very bad thunder storm knocks the power out and sets the mood?

thanks in advance

The Storm

Summary: Your girlfriend has a problem with big storms. You do your best to comfort her.

Pairings: Wanda x NB AFAB Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

WARNINGS:

18+ ONLY, MINORS DO NOT READ & DO NOT INTERACT!!!

smut, gn!reader afab, powerbottom!wanda, oral, fingering, dirty talk, fluff.

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓. 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

The loud claps of thunder make Wanda jump. You rub her back to help soothe her and turn the volume up on the television to distract her. As long as you’ve known her, she has never liked thunderstorms. “Wanda, it’s okay. The thunder can’t hurt you.” 

“It’s not really the thunder that I’m afraid of,” Wanda admits as she snuggles closer to you and looks worriedly out the window. 

“What is it then?” As soon as you ask, lightning strikes on the powerline causing the entire neighborhood to go dark. 

“That,” she says and shakes as the loud thunder follows the lightning. You sigh as she grips onto you tightly. 

“Wanda, we need to light some candles. Unless you want to go to bed now,” you offer, hoping that maybe sleep will be the best thing for her through this storm.

“Are you crazy? How could anyone sleep through this? We’re lucky the lightning only took out the power! What if it strikes a tree next and it collapses in the house? What if it collapses into our bedroom?” She says frantically and you can tell that there is something deep rooted here that you’re going to have to find other ways to get her mind off of the storm. 

“You’re right honey,” you state softly. You rub her hand that is still gripping onto your shirt tightly until she releases you. “We should take safety measures. How about we move to the bathroom. There’s no windows and I hear it’s safer to be in a tub during storms because it won’t go anywhere if the storm does try to eat the house.” 

“You think the storm is going to eat the house?” 

“No,” you run your fingers through her hair to comfort her. “Forget I said that. I’m only trying to make you feel safe.” 

Wanda nuzzles her head into your shoulder as more lightning hits the earth. “Being in your arms is a start.” 

You smile as you continue to stroke her hair. “Come on, let’s move to the bathroom,” you whisper into her hair. She nods against you until she finds the courage to get up from the couch. She keeps the blanket that the two of you were using wrapped around her and you take her hand the flash light of your phone to guide you through the house. The two of you make your way to the bathroom that is connected to your bedroom and she quickly climbs into the tub, curling up with her blanket. 

You leave the bathroom for a second and search for your lighter through the jeans you had strewn about on the floor. Once you locate it, a joint rolls out of the pocket as well and you figure that it couldn’t hurt to offer it to Wanda. You grab the candles she bought a couple of weeks ago when she thought about setting up a romantic night between the two of you in the tub. You were completely unaware of this plan and as you light them, Wanda is still too panicked to warn you that a couple  of them are aphrodisiac scented candles. She was curious to see if a candle could really turn either of you on. 

When you’re done setting the candles around the bathroom, you join Wanda in the tub. She has you lay behind her so that you can hold her as the storm continues to rage on. “Baby, it's okay. We're safe. The storm won’t hurt us.” You begin to massage her neck from behind to help her loosen up. She was so tense from the fear. 

As the candles continue to burn the aroma soothes you and Wanda. Your girlfriend’s body relaxes under your fingers as you continue to work them into her shoulders. Wanda feels her body come to life in a much more exciting way than before. “Lower,” she whispers as she leans her body against you, making it difficult for you to massage her neck and shoulders. You move your hands down to her breasts where you assume that's where she wants them. She hums as she wiggles her body a little. Making her neck available to you. 

You begin to slowly kiss her neck as you continue to massage her breasts over her shirt. Wanda becomes so distracted by your touch that when the thunder shakes the house, all she is worried about is removing her shirt to feel your skin against hers. Once her shirt is off, you play with her nipples using your pointer and middle fingers to stimulate them. Wanda licks her lips and bites her bottom lip as she melts against you. You drag your fingers down the smooth skin of her stomach and tease her by slipping your fingers under the waistband of her sleep shorts but not touching her vagina. Wanda squirms under your touch. She wants more and you like teasing her until she begs.

You use your other hand to turn her head towards your face so that you can kiss her. Wanda uses her hand to guide yours lower. You allow her to press your fingers against her clitoris but you don't move them yourself as you continue to kiss her. 

Wanda bites your bottom lip as she gets frustrated with your actions. She needs you and you keep resisting her advances. “Please,” she whimpers. 

“Please what?” You ask with a smirk. 

“Please, give me more.” She licks her lips as she presses your fingers towards her entrance. 

You slip two fingers into Wanda's slippery wet pussy without warning. She kisses you to show her appreciation and you slowly pump your fingers inside of her. With one hand stimulating her breasts and the other fucking her, you begin to pay attention to other pleasure points. You start kissing her neck again, then move to sucking on her shoulder. She hums softly as she squirms against you. 

“I need more,” she turns in your arms to face you. As she straddles your hips, she catches your lips in another mesmerizing kiss, her tongue slipping in and out of your mouth causing you to feel intoxicated without a single drop of alcohol. She starts to ride your fingers and with this new position you have more flexibility to use your thumb on her clitoris as she does. 

Wanda breaks the kiss and hovers over you with her hands holding her up on the back of the tub, giving your mouth full access to her breasts. You circle your tongue around her nipple until it hardens and then you cover the area with your mouth to suck on her breast. Wanda’s breathing gets harsh as you suck on her chest. She enjoys the ways that you play with her. Your pace is slow and a little rough on her. She enjoys it until she wants more from you. Wanda taps your shoulders so that you release her and she has you switch places with her on the tub. She removes the rest of her clothing and tosses it on the ground beside the tub. 

You climb back inside and maneuver yourself into an awkward position so that you can give her more. You've never had to do this sort of thing in the bathtub before, but you didn't want to move this to the bedroom just in case. So you make it work. You lay on your stomach and kiss your way up her thighs. Making her want you more. 

You kiss and lick her smooth thighs, causing Wanda to get more aroused. She starts to touch herself since you're taking too long. She plays with her nipples and rubs her clitoris while you trace her vagina with your tongue. “Please, Y/n,” she begs. “Please, I need your tongue inside of me. Please.”

You smile as you look up at her from in between her legs. Her eyes are closed as she continues to touch herself. “Look at me, baby,” you demand softly. She opens her eyes and as soon as you make eye contact, you slip your tongue between her wet folds. She bites her bottom lip at the sight and doesn't break contact no matter how much the pleasure makes her want to shut her eyes. You move her hand away and replace it with your mouth as you slip your fingers back inside of her. She has both of her hands on her breasts now as you fuck her. 

You break eye contact to focus on getting her to orgasm. You alternate putting your tongue and your fingers inside of her, enjoying the way her hand begins to grip on your hair. “I’m almost there,” she gasps out. Thunder cracks and lightning strikes as the rain falls harder but neither of you can be bothered by the weather. It's all about Wanda right now. She moans as she reaches her climax on your tongue. She writhes and shakes and pulls on your hair as she does and you continue to lick her sweet fluids out of her.

When Wanda calms down she holds her arms out for you and you maneuver a position that allows you to comfortably hold her. The storm outside starts to settle down as well. Almost completely ending as Wanda snuggles against you. 

“Thank you,” she whispers against your neck. “I love you.” 

“I love you too,” you kiss her forehead and she falls asleep in your arms. As she sleeps you listen to her soft snores and try to hear if the storm is still going. Once you feel that it is safe enough, you remove yourself from the tub to blow out the candles. Very carefully you lift Wanda out of the tub and tuck her into the bed. You crawl in next to her and she snuggles up against you. 

The End.

[inkyajax]

✩°｡⋆ 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐬! ⋆｡°✩

anonymous wrote: what roleplays do you think the genshin men prefer in bed? for the ones you think would like a roleplay ofc

characters: ajax/tartaglia, kamisato ayato, thoma, alhaitham

notes: just a quick disclaimer before we jump into this: obviously and of course, everything mentioned here is entirely 100% consensual and just for pretend. each situation would’ve been thoroughly discussed beforehand, with safety measures and a safeword in place. please heed the warnings and stay safe!!

warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, consensual noncon + stockholm syndrome + kidnapping in ajax’s, mentions of spanking, slapping, and bondage in alhaitham’s, blood, hint of yandere in thoma’s, coercion in ayato’s, power imbalances that are taken advantage of/clear power dynamics (dom/sub)

words: 1.5k

✧˖°. 𝐚𝐣𝐚𝐱 | 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐚 .°˖✧

ajax is into anything that involves a hunter vs hunted, predator vs prey type vibe. it feels like a bit of a game to him, and it affords him those addictive thrill of the chase, bliss of the catch highs he craves so much. the sheer, potent power that surges through his veins, thick and dense and tingling, when he finally captures you, conquers you, when he finally wins, is downright intoxicating. it heightens his senses, gnaws on every nerve in his body until they’re frayed and raw and hypersensitive, keeping him awake and alert to every slight movement and shift.

he loves reenacting any version of little red riding hood versus the big bad wolf, enjoys stretching a scene out and playing a waiting game; slow and steady, cat and mouse, stealth and stalk until he strikes. the startled scream that claws its way up your throat the moment he finally pounces is always genuine—a pitchy, cracked, shrill little thing strangled by his teeth in your neck or his tongue down your throat—never exactly sure when he’s going to lunge and attack.

and, god, he’s sure he’ll never tire of that initial terror saturating your features, a gorgeous shock of fright slapped across your face—eyes wide, mouth gaped, shattered remnants of words trembling on your tongue and a gasp lacerating your throat—that morphs, mollifies, only a few moments later, into a sort of delirious anticipation as realization rings in your brain. 

that look never fades, never dims or dulls for even a second, as you pretend cry and scream and shove and kick, as you squirm and struggle in the tangle of his strong arms and beat little fists against his broad chest, as you tug and heave at the restraints bounding you to your shared bed, rope and metal chewing into the thin, delicate flesh of your wrists.

it doesn’t break the immersion, though, doesn’t ruin the scene or deaden the enthusiasm, because it only demonstrates that you’re enjoying it just as much as he is—the usual narrative he likes to play to himself throughout this scenario—only further works to prove that you want it just as badly as he does, no matter what whimpered protests and weeped out insults are spilling from your lips. because it exists within you; something innate, something inherent, a instinctive need to be taken care of, owned, controlled by your captor.

and throughout it all, his eyes are alight with excitement, bright and brilliant and beautifully blue, a breathless smile, sharp edges tinged with exhilaration, stretched over his cheeks while an aura of authority swathes his form; a regal cloak that glows violet, barely contained raw energy that snarls and snaps like bolts of amethyst lightning, shuddering off of him in wavering ripples.

✧˖°. 𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐭𝐨 .°˖✧

ayato likes playing mind games (to him, that’s half the fun!) and he likes being in control. when it comes to roleplays, he’d be most interested in the classic, golden age hollywood star x their devoted fan, where he is the star and you are the fan. however, instead of the fan pursuing the object of their affection, obsessive and urgent in nature, ayato flips this on its head, with the hollywood star taking advantage of the shy, smitten fan. he loves the corrupt, disgusting essence of it—the sleaziness, the coercion, the inherent and irrevocable power imbalance exerted over the bashful, helpless submissive—it’s all so deliciously depraved, and there are so many ways he can contort and coil this situation to suit and serve his needs. 

it works well, because you are already so timid, so sweet, so docile and doe-eyed and desperate to please, constantly and consistently hanging on his every word, flowing from his lips like dark, decadent chocolate; smooth and rich and sinful. they’re sentiments that have your mouth dropping open eagerly, tongue unfurling—sloppy and messy in its haste—to let the letters drizzle on your tastebuds, a satiny syrup that coats the muscle, thick and sticky and so sweet it stings your teeth,depositing trace notes of a bitter twinge characteristic of artificial sugar that linger long after the confection has faded.

the amount of effort he puts into your roleplay sessions is nothing short of admirable, and he takes the whole thing very seriously. in his trademark meticulous and dedicated style, he plans every single detail, assembling full costumes (with props, of course) for the both of you, in addition to taking the time to hash out the entire situation with you, complete with a full narrative: where and how the two of you met, and how he managed to get access to you. past scenarios include at the premiere for one of his newest films; through previously exchanged fan letters and love notes that grew with startling frequency, length and intensity until he just had to meet you; you being a screenwriter or a PA on set who just so happens to have a huge crush on the lead actor—the variations on this one dynamic are endless! ayato isn’t beyond renting out actual locations for the two of you to conduct your roleplay scenes in, too—old movie houses and extravagant ballrooms and expensive hotel suites—because every aspect must be absolutely perfect. 

✧˖°. 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚 .°˖✧

i honestly don’t think thoma would be too into roleplaying himself/on his own, but as a service dom i think he’d absolutely give it a shot for you, because he genuinely wants to please you, wants you to have a good time and enjoy yourself, wants to indulge you in all of your fantasies and desires, and he gets satisfaction and gratification from giving you what you want. with that being said, his favourite roleplay would probably be royalty x servant, where you are the royalty and he is your loyal but depraved servant. the scene would always begin, predictably, with you in a position of authority and dominance and thoma doing whatever you ask—you’re so cute when he gives you permission to be the boss—but it would quickly devolve as hazy, intoxicating lust compels your sweet, obedient servant, cloaking his judgement and clouding his vision and consuming his receptors. it overrides his rational thought, infects his bones, his blood, his brain until there’s barely any of him left anymore, entirely absorbed by the carnality, possessed and out of control. and, like ajax, he always savours that sweet, surprised little gasp huffed into his mouth when he’s finally had enough, when he can’t take it anymore, when he must fucking do something about it.

but what thoma really loves in this scenario is the progression, the way that hedonistic tension builds and builds and builds with each order uttered from your lips until it’s overbearing, overwhelming, overflowing; until it forces a switch, a flip, corroding any trusses of restraint and then devouring his character whole, rendering him a complete slave to his desire. the details are different every time—what the final request is that makes him truly snap, how long he can manage to hold out, how he fractures and splinters under the weight of his ardour and how he ravishes you in response, etc—entirely dependant on the evolution of the scene itself and thoma’s mood on that current day. it’s this unpredictability that makes it truly enthralling, the unknowing and the uncertainty of how it’s all going to play out this time that genuinely enraptures him, that sparks a certain type of voracity in his tummy, a gnawing, enthusiastic curiosity that can never fully be quenched.

✧˖°. 𝐚𝐥𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐦 .°˖✧

alhaitham is into pretty much anything that has to do with the misuse and abuse of authority. his favourite is, of course, professor x student, but he’s also interested in police officer x convict, boss x employee/secretary, and doctor x nurse—anything that involves an inherent position of power is being taken advantage of, anything that involves an intrinsic and permanent power imbalance being twisted and tooled to the superior’s benefit. roleplay situations such as these allow for infinite creativity and demand a certain level of intelligence, of cleverness, in order to be pulled off properly and satisfactorily. 

it’s his favourite when you get snarky with him, saucy and snappy and resistant to his demands, challenging the limits and boundaries of this power dynamic and gifting him sufficient reason to punish, to exert that power and authority and (temporarily) tame his brat back into their rightful submissive place. props are a must with alhaitham, and he enjoys using them to deliver this punishment and/or to restrain you—metersticks, heavy books, and canes that double as batons used to spank you, each procuring a mosaic of interesting swollen marks on your ass; wooden tongue depressors used to flick and slap your nipples and your cheeks, leaving thick, cylinder shaped welts across your flesh; metal handcuffs and expensive silk neckties used to bound and bind you, cutting into the skin of your wrists and creating the prettiest bracelets of sticky scarlet, steadily oozing from thin splices, that will crust and dry in tiny mountains of ruby.

[mariacallous]

The US Coast Guard’s Titan submersible hearing kicked off with a startling revelation.

“I told him I’m not getting in it,” former OceanGate engineering director Tony Nissen said to a panel of Coast Guard investigators, referring to a 2018 conversation in which CEO Stockton Rush allegedly asked Nissen to act as a pilot in an upcoming expedition to the Titanic.

“It’s the operations crew, I don’t trust them,” Nissen told the investigators. “I didn’t trust Stockton either. You can take a look at where we started when I was hired. Nothing I got was the truth.”

Nissen’s testimony, which focused on the design, building, and testing of OceanGate’s first carbon fiber submersible, was a dramatic start to nearly two weeks of public testimony in the US Coast Guard Marine Board of Investigation’s hearings into the fatal June 2023 implosion of the Titan. Its five occupants, including Rush, all likely died instantly.

Before Nissen took the stand, the Coast Guard presented a detailed timeline of OceanGate as a company, the development of the Titan submersible, and its trips to the wreck of the Titanic, resting nearly 3,800 meters down in the north Atlantic. These slides revealed new information, including over 100 instances of equipment failures and incidents on the Titan’s trips in 2021 and 2022. An animated timeline of the final few hours of the Titan also included the final text messages sent by people on the sub. One sent at about 2,400 meters depth read “all good here.” The last message, sent as the sub slowed its descent at nearly 3,400 meters, read “dropped two wts.”

The Coast Guard also confirmed reports that the experimental carbon fiber sub had been stored in an outdoor parking lot in temperatures as low as 1.4 degrees Fahrenheit (–17 Celsius) in the run-up to last year’s Titanic missions. Some engineers worried that water freezing in or near the carbon fiber could expand and cause defects in the material.

Nissen said that almost from when he joined OceanGate in 2016, Rush kept changing the company’s direction. A move to certify the vessel with an independent third party fell by the wayside, as did plans to test more scale models of the Titan’s carbon fiber hull when one failed early under pressure. Rush then downgraded titanium components to save money and time. “It was death by a thousand cuts,” Nissen recalls.

He faced tough questioning about OceanGate’s choice of carbon fiber for a hull and its reliance on a newly developed acoustic monitoring system to provide an early warning of failure. One investigator raised WIRED’s reporting that an outside expert Nissen hired to assess the acoustic system later had misgivings about Rush’s understanding of its limitations.

“Given the time and constraints we had,” Nissen said, “we did all the testing and brought in every expert we could find. We built it like an aircraft.”

Nissen walked the Coast Guard board through deep-water testing in the Bahamas in 2018, during which he says the sub was struck by lightning. Measurements on the Titan’s hull later showed that it was flexing beyond its calculated safety factor. When a pilot subsequently found a crack in the hull, Nissen said, he wouldn’t sign off on another dive. “I killed it,” he testified. “The hull is done.” Nissen was subsequently fired.

Nissen sought to draw a line in the sand between the vessel he worked on and the one that took the fateful voyage to the Titanic. The latter had a replacement hull and a redesigned acoustic monitoring system. “My design was collecting data such that we would prevent a catastrophic failure and ultimately the loss of human life,” he said. “We did that with serial 1. What they did in serial number 2, I don’t know. “

The next witness, Bonnie Carl, worked at OceanGate for less than a year between 2017 and 2018. Carl was hired as a director of human resources and finances and was also training to be a pilot for OceanGate’s submersibles. Carl said that one of the company’s board members, former Coast Guard rear admiral John Lockwood, was brought in for oversight and “to show that we’re talking to the Coast Guard.”

She also echoed Nissen’s testimony that Rush was in complete control of the company: “There might be discussion, but in the end … all decisions were made by Stockon,” she said.

The final witness of the day was an OceanGate contractor and veteran submersible operator, Tym Catterson. Catterson is one of only two witnesses the Coast Guard has called who was among the 42 people aboard the Polar Prince, OceanGate’s support ship, that June. He was operating the floating platform used to transport, launch, and recover the Titan submersible.

The preparations for the Titan’s dive that day went smoothly, said Catterson: “The sun came out, there were no red flags, and it was one of the first times we ever launched on schedule.”

He did have positive things to say about OceanGate’s safety culture, noting that Titan’s predive checklist was longer and more thorough than those used by other submersibles. But Catterson also admitted to contributing to an “uncomfortable” incident on a previous Titan dive, where an incorrectly closed valve caused the sub to tilt, tumbling its passengers together for an hour.

Catterson was able to give only a very spotty account of events following Titan’s loss of communication. He repeatedly referred the board to OceanGate’s operations director Scott Griffith as someone who could provide a more complete account of the dive. Griffiths is not on the Coast Guard’s list of witnesses, nor are any employees of OceanGate’s operations team.

Catterson was there for the recovery of some of the Titan’s wreckage, however. He testified that the inside edge of one titanium ring was sheared off all the way around. One former OceanGate engineer believes this supports the theory that the implosion was allegedly caused by damage to the carbon fiber there, perhaps from freezing water or lifting the sub without using the correct equipment, rather than a failure of the hull from pressure alone.

The hearing continues this week and next.

[wanderingwomanwondering]

Something about buck weeping over his empty hands at the well after digging into the earth didn’t magically produce eddie and buck pulling eddie to safety with his own hands to put pressure on eddie’s wound after the shooting. And then eddie trying to lift buck by a single line after the lightning strike and performing cpr on buck after rushing to take over lifesaving measures. Both men felt compelled to literally lay hands on the other. Like. Buck and eddie both knew in their bones that if they could touch the other man, he’d come back to him. He’d stay with him. Knowing that their hands and only their hands could snatch the other from the jaws of death.

[slavhew]

Hello!

If you're not too busy, would you mind listing some of the things you think count as death flags for Mr. Spender?

There's the obvious fact that he's the "old" mentor to group of young protagonists, but what else do you think would count?

OHH BOY ok so I'd think I'm a crackpot for this but since we're talking about Zack "Foreshadowing" Morrison. I have some thoughts

No harm in leading with the (chronologically) first thing that jumped out at me:

This one IMMEDIATELY made me antsy whenever I came back to it after my initial read, and considering Zack has referred to it on twitter in the past as one of their favorite jokes it's definitely not been forgotten about.

Second, the sheer amounts of near-misses, jokey or not, of Spender narrowly avoiding specifically lightning

Again, not much, but it's weird that it happened thrice, latter two of which had real gravitas rather than an one-off joke.

And third, Spender himself. He's repeatedly shown himself to be kind of a self sacrificing idiot, as well as prideful to a fault. Granted, it's both him and Mina trying to take on all the responsibility of saving Mayview and its inhabitants from their fate.. But Spender is exactly that right measure of doesn't-value-himself-enough (chest footprint aftercare or lack thereof), having an obscene amount of power (enables his loner act + pride) and poor judgement that has the capacity to put him at great risk. And it has!

Spender has not only shown low enough self-esteem to view himself as the de-facto scapegoat for the safety of the town, but also prideful enough to make very bad calls that end up in people, often himself, hurt (COUGH FORGE INCIDENT COUGH)

This is all conjecture, but it's definitely enough to make me worried about him :') Even if all this doesn't mean he'll necessarily die he's definitely getting (even more) seriously injured at some point. I love the guy but he's so far doing a horrible job of convincing me he wants to live bad enough to circumvent at least that

[marauder-ing-your-heart]

the promised fic has arrived!!

just a cute little thing about the black brothers when they were kids, no angst in this one (though i did get ahead of myself, and have already started a second chapter that is shaping up to be rather depressing)

content: black brothers as kids!, comfort, brotherly love, good brothers!regulus and sirius, bad parents!walburga and orion (but what's new), cute, sweet, reggie being scared of storms [maybe it's because of the loud noises and flashing reminding him of...certain things (but that's for later chapters🤭)], just my favourite brothers word count: 813

enjoy this sweet comfort fic! (while it lasts😈)

Storms and Blankets - black brothers fluff

Regulus silently slipped out of his room, muffling his whimpers and sniffling into the arm of his solid green pyjamas as he stumbled quickly on bare feet to his big brother’s room.

To safety.

Outside, the storm raged, furious and howling, punctuated with flashes of harsh lightning and great explosive booms.

Regulus shivered, clutching his blanket closer to him as he hurried up the corridor, footsteps growing more panicked and rapid as the short distance seemed to stretch. From elsewhere in the house, the obnoxiously gothic ornate grandfather clock tick-tocked loud and harsh, echoing throughout the countless empty, winding hallways of Grimmauld Place.

Regulus flinched, squeaking slightly as the oppressive silence of the night was again disturbed by a threatening growl of thunder, this time joined by an ominous tolling from the aforementioned clock. Twelve o’clock. Twelve resounding tolls punctuated with groans of wood and window panes as wind and rain battered them, terrifying booms of thunder, and blinding flashes of light.

The scene was a perfect replica of a scene from a horror story.

Suddenly, the door ahead of him swung open, washing a patch of the otherwise cold and unwelcoming hallway in warm light. The action was fast and almost could be taken as careless, but Regulus could see how carefully the strength had been measured to prevent it from slamming against a wall, lest it alert their parents. 

Sirius’ head peeked out from the door frame, beaming at Regulus, before his brother stepped out of his doorway fully, walking toward where Regulus had frozen.

“Reg! Come, come, quickly! I’ll protect you from the big bad storm!”, Sirius proudly declared, puffing out his chest with his hands on his hips, and generally making a fool of himself. He wrapped an arm around Regulus’ wiry shoulders, and dragged him the few steps remaining to his bedroom, closing the door behind them.

The distance that had seemed so daunting and fearsomely untraversable just moments prior was suddenly revealed to be only a mere handful of steps.

A small smile fought its way onto Regulus’ face as he buried closer to his brother’s warmth.

The pair shuffled over to Sirius’ bed, sides pressed together the whole while, as though they were conjoined at birth, and huddled together under the warm covers of luxurious goose-down blankets. If there was one thing you could be sure of about Walburga and Orion Black, it would be that they loved indulgent finery, and only ever used the best, as was befitting of the Most Noble and Ancient status.

Giggling, Sirius reached a hand over to where Regulus lay curled at his side, stealthy as a snake on the hunt, before quickly lashing out and digging into exposed sides. Regulus barely managed to smother his shriek of indignance, and suppressed a peal of laughter into muffled giggles as his brother began to launch a merciless tickle attack.

“Siri! Siri stop! Hahaha! Siri-” Regulus struggled out between gasps and bouts of frantically smothered laughter.

“Never! Watch out, Reggie! The tickle monster is out to get ya!” Sirius whisper-yelled.

“Noooooo! Ahahaha- Stop it Siri- No! Hahah- Haha!”

Sirius sat back on his heels, looking down at his little brother, satisfied with having lifted his mood. Regulus lay sprawled on his back, dishevelled and wheezing, very un-lordly.

The older Black brother took advantage of the vulnerable position Regulus lay in, and sprawled on top of his smaller and slighter form, knocking the breath out of his chest once again, before rolling over onto his back and clamping his arms around his arms and waist.

“Lemme gooo! Noooo!” Regulus whined kicking ineffectually at his brother’s shins. This only prompted his aggressor to tighten his hold.

“If I let you up, will you grab the blanket and come cuddle with your big brother again?” Sirius teased.

“No! I’m leaving! I hate youuuuu!” Regulus complained.

Sirius laughed and loosened his arms, knowing the squirming mass in his arms would in fact return to his initial position at his side.

True to his thoughts, Regulus sat up and pulled the bunched and discarded blanket, pushed nearly off the bed in their tussle. When he returned to his big brother’s side, however, he curled up with his back facing Sirius, staunch in his refusal to acquiesce and prove Sirius right.

Well, that won’t do, supplied Sirius’ mind.

With a gentle, fluid motion, Sirius wrapped his small arms around the other, even smaller boy, and pulled him until he was snuggled in his warm embrace, back to chest.

“Goodnight Reggie, my little brother!” he whispered into Regulus’ hair.

“G’night Siri…” was the sleep-slurred reply he got.

And with a quiet chuckle, Sirius shuffled himself closer to his brother, tucking him into his chest in an effort to guard and protect his defenceless sleeping body.

The storm howled on, forgotten by the duo as they drifted into a peaceful slumber.

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[me-the-sand-and-the-sea]

“Not that you care (clearly you don’t) but you just gained a hater, Taylor”

What the actual fuck???? She doesn’t care???? When she postponed the show for your safety????? She didn’t even cancel it completely she just postponed and people are trying so hard to help everyone that were affected and couldn’t stay for monday. She stopped songs in the middle of the show to ask for water for fans and didn’t go on with the show until she was guaranteed that the fans would get the water.

More than a thousand people passed out cause of the heat and a fan DIED because of it. People still fainted and were carried away to the ambulances today even with all the additional safety measures. After the immense heat (that was worse than yesterday) there was a massive storm where another artist in another venue had their stage collapse to the ground cause of the rain. The stadium Taylor is performing in Rio literally became an attraction to lightning

She cared and that’s why she postponed the show!!!!

[merakiui]

Ok so omegaverse au right? Omegas are controlled by the government as a precious commodity. Darling is an omega that was controlled by the state as soon as he presented as an omega,taken by his family and groomed to be a perfect little omega for there next chosen alpha. And I just 👉👈 rly think that would go nicely with yandere malleus ok. There’s not nearly enough asks about him!!!!

What if it’s something like a government-sanctioned auction that allows wealthy alphas and betas to bid on well-kept omegas? So long as the bidder swears to provide the omega with safety, stability, and a comfortable home environment, everything that happens at these auctions is fair game. However, no one’s going to dare bid against the Draconia heir once they realize his bodyguards have been sent to buy an omega for his sake. And soon you’re in the clutches of Silver and Sebek, the former who assures you everything will be fine and the latter chastising your anxiety. “You ought to be honored to be my lord’s omega!” he exclaims, but it’s impossible to feel honored when you’ve never even met this figure before.

You’ll sit across from both men in a horse-drawn carriage, listening to hooves clip-clopping against slick cobblestones. Rain batters the carriage windows, falling in torrents from a sky darkened with gloom. You watch the city fall away into oblivion, and soon dense forests take over your vision, sharp, protruding brambles and thorns tangled amidst the trees.

Once you arrive at a grand, gothic castle, you meet a petite man who introduces himself as Lilia, and though you’re certain there’s something off about him he’s kind enough—full of life and enthusiasm as he looks you over with bright, wine-colored eyes. He has you bathe almost immediately and your rags are switched for those of fine silks. You feel like a completely new person when you spy your reflection in the mirror. Lilia insists on preparing a feast to commemorate your arrival, but he’s quickly persuaded otherwise by Silver and Sebek. Instead, Lilia takes you through the castle, pointing out unique structures, panels of expensive stained glass, certain rooms that hold fond memories, and much more. He keeps your attention pulled taut with each story, and when lightning flashes in a crackling arc in the sky you flinch. He chuckles at your fright and muses aloud about how the prince will simply adore you.

Come dinner, you’re escorted to an expansive dining room with a vaulted ceiling and arched windows, each curtain drawn back to let in the moonlight. All sorts of dishes have been set along the length of the table, and it looks like it should fit more than two people. Someone’s already waiting at the head of the table. He’s taller than you imagined, with sleek horns and piercing green eyes, and he looks through you with an unreadable expression. Lilia gushes over how he’s already taken a shine to you, but there’s no indication in his expression that suggests he likes what he’s seeing. Lilia and the others leave the two of you alone before you can even think to raise any questions.

You force an awkward smile, lower into a stiff bow, and ask if it’s all right to sit closer to him. The fae prince, whose eyes glint strangely at that query, hazards a small, measured smile. With a flick of his wrist, your chair moves on its own until it’s situated directly near him, and you follow on your own two feet.

You don’t have much knowledge of fae customs, so you’re not sure what you’re meant to do or if you’re meant to indulge in any of these luxuries. You almost give the man your name, but he holds his hand up to silence you. Instead, he chooses a name for you. “Little omega,” he calls you. It’s spoken so softly, a cherished set of words filled with tenderness. You suspect you’ll be hearing that alias plenty of times in the near future.

When you look so sweet and defenseless, it’s nearly impossible for Malleus to resist wanting to make you his forever. And with your lack of knowledge on the fae, he doesn’t have to try very hard to trap you. Not that there’s any need for that at this moment. After all, you belonged to him the minute Silver and Sebek decided you would be the one for their prince.

[townpostin]

Awareness Workshop on Drug-Free Jharkhand Campaign Held at Tangrain School

Tangrain School hosts special class for Navodaya exam preparation alongside drug-free campaign workshop. A workshop on the Drug-Free Jharkhand campaign was held at Tangrain School, emphasizing societal responsibility. JAMSHEDPUR – An awareness workshop under the Drug-Free Jharkhand campaign was organized at Upgraded Middle School, Tangrain. Addressing the students, school management committee,…

[asexxxualauthor]

Subject No. 071BE: The Winged Stinger

Subject Details:

Name: Ehlek Species: Unknown Previous Affiliation: Barraki Designation: Quick Fire Melee Attacker Abilities: Elemental Control (Lightning, Wind)

071BE—given name “Ehlek”—first incarcerated following defeat at the hands of the Toa Mahri. Was held in solitary confinement until arrival on Sphereus Magna—was released to aid in conflict against the forces of Makuta under the false promise of freedom.

Following Makuta Teridax’s defeat, 071BE was incapacitated and conscripted for Project SFX, undergoing continually more harsh exposure to mutagen. 071BE’s physiology seems to allow him better resilience to the substance—despite numerous trials, he retained most of his base appearance, only growing an additional set of pygmy limbs and wing-like fins on back. Mutations also seem to have given 071BE some control over wind.

071BE is quiet and aloof—application of inhibitor chip not required but suggested as safety measure.

[hologramcowboy]

"DeLorenzo claims compensatory and punitive damages for physical injuries, pain and emotional distress, among other things. In the complaint, he names Warners, The CW Network and executive producer Jensen Ackles, who starred in Supernatural."

Danneel is also included in this lawsuit and this is the part where Karma teaches Jensen that manipulation, nepotism and greed lead to consequences. Cause and effect. This news is the final nail on the coffin when it comest to my trust towards Jensen as a professional and character wise. It takes me back to his Rust interogation where he was down playing what people were going through and claiming the set was professional.

I hope there will be serious measures taken because playing with the lives of both the crew and cast on set is dangerous. I am hoping some of the actors who had to shoot that day join in on this lawsuit because their lives were at risk too and it would be the right thing to do to set a precedent law wise for the industry and reinforce safety measures.

The fact that Jensen comes from experiecing first hand on the set of Rust what lack of safety measures can lead to makes this even more serious. I hope he will take responsibility and advocate for greater measures on set. Sadly, I doubt he will ever consider the big picture and impact of his actions so he will probably selfishly hide his head under the sand. To the obsessed Jensen stans that are defending him rabidly online over this article, shame on you, you have officially crossed the line into sociopathy by lacking empathy completely. What happened on the TW set is indicative of many forced risks casts and crews live through and those should be resolved to avoid deaths and serious mental as well as physical consequences. If Jensen is the only one you feel empathy for then realize that he could also lose his health or life if he keeps on approving or making choices that subvert safety measures. For once, realize that the world does not revolve around your blind worship of a C list actor, real people are suffering real consequences due to his lack of leadership, empathy and professionalism and you seem to be set on following in this very same path, on being extremely closed off, self absorbed examples of people who lack empathy because they worship ego.

Jensen had already greatly weakened his credibility by giving Danneel a producer vanity tile, now, due to his "production"'s on set negligence, he has put himself in a very shady position and this will greatly impact his castability and professional reputation.

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: The pointed undercurrent of Stormcloak’s words resolves as you read the letter a third time. Having heard that your current circumstances are less than favourable… I can guarantee both your welcome and your safety here. Having heard that you were tortured for three months in the depths of the Thalmor Embassy, he wishes to graciously extend the shelter of his castle and his faction. Perhaps he hopes that you’ve been embittered enough to abandon your own neutrality and take up arms with his cause, Dunmer or no. Perhaps even the great champion of Nord independence can make an exception for a Dunmer who is also Dragonborn, when the tactical and logistical realities of war begin to weigh heavily. (A slowburn with bitter arguing, reluctant kinship, and romance in equal measures as the Dragonborn recovers from trauma, Ulfric is confronted with his major failings, and the plot lines of the game unravel everywhere.)

Author: @jottingprosaist

[bracketsoffear]

Lightning Dust (My Little Pony) "There are a lot of aspects of the Vast that I feel she covers. The sky and storms are obvious, but she also touches on the aspect of insignificance. She has a noted lack of care for others, disregarding safety procedures and politeness in the name of showboating. For example, in the episode 'Wonderbolts Academy', she cut off the other fliers in midair with a burst of wind that sent them all spinning out. She and Rainbow Dash performed a record time on the course, but when Rainbow expressed concern about the injuries sustained by the other fliers, Lightning Dust only responded with, "Hey, you snooze, you lose!"

Later in the episode, Lightning convinced Dash to show off by helping to create a tornado. The duo then lost control of the storm, sending it loose across the sky, and nearly causing all of Rainbow's friends to plummet to their deaths when it hit their hot-air balloon. After Rainbow and the other trainees saved the lives of the balloonists, Lightning Dust's sole response was to enthuse about how awesome the storm was and attempt to hoof-bump Rainbow, who responded with disgust and fury.

After Lightning was ejected from the Wonderbolts for her recklessness, she formed a rival stunt flying group, the Washouts, who perform far more dangerous stunts by cutting the safety measures. Their motto is 'Leap before you look." She briefly recruits Scootaloo, Rainbow's biggest fan and honorary sister, by enticing her with the ability to fly on a rocket-propelled scooter in a potentially fatal stunt. This feeds the Vast from numerous angles -- Scootaloo's rising anxiety about the deadly flying stunt, the audience's shock and horror at the show, and Rainbow Dash's fears both about Scootaloo's safety and her own feelings of insignificance after Scootaloo rejected her. Rainbow ultimately saves Scootaloo from the death-defying stunt, but Lightning learns nothing and is almost literally hoist by her own petard when she gets tangled in a rope and rocket-launched over the horizon, swearing that she will be Rainbow's rival for life.

TL;DR: Lightning Dust is an asshole adrenaline jockey who disdains anyone slower and more cautious than she is, has no regard for the safety and lives of others, and entices others to be just as 'awesome' as she is."

Rowan Chow (Camp Here & There) "Rowan is a counselor in Cabin Magpie Moth at Camp Here & There. He receives psychic forecasts of upcoming meteorological events. Rowan is fairly shy and always on edge due to his visions, often of doom and terror, from the sky."