#one piece 675

[yahoo201027]

This episode of One Piece is done for the night. Another episode of One Piece is coming up next to close out the night.

[ashedddaisy]

;-;

AND AS HE WAS A TOY HE COULDNT CRY!!! WHEN MOTHER DIED!!!!!! I am loving the pain.

OOf ;-;

He was unable to!!!!! save mother even after winning hundreds of battles!!!!! that must have hurt like a bitch oof anddd!!! I see the petals!!! give me the backstory of the petals!!!

IVE BEEN SAYING TO NOT SAY STUFF LIKE THIS CUZ THE HEAVENS CAN HEAR YOOUUUU

no cuz Rebecca looks exactly like scarlet and now you are telling me that both had been kidnapped and taken away in ships and kyros came to save both of them?

Kyros is the fucking cutest man, they are the fucking cutest

NAH THIS IS SO CUTE

THIS GIVES YOU ENOUGH SEROTONIN TO ACTUALLY FORGET THAT SCARLET WAS MURDERED, KYROS WAS TURNED INTO A TOY, REBECCA SUFFERED, KING RIKU SUFFERED, EVERYOONE SUFFERED

If I stop it here they will continue smiling and alive and

!!!!!!! this hurts real bad

[beaulesbian]

I'm almost done reading Punk Hazard, and i have some thoughts especially about sanji and the body switches between the characters and his reaction to that, (and then also some sanuso possibly sanusonami moments - because their dynamic in this arc was really interesting - their own respective goals, as well as a different duos), but i need to sort these thoughts into something more coherent first.

so before that, just this part i noticed - which was like, almost unneccessary from usopp's part, such a small moment, but strangely heartwarming and cute!

usopp: oh, sanji, you saved me? nami (who currently looks like sanji due to the body switcheroo thing): i'm nami! usopp: *disappointed sound* nami: why are you disappointed?!

(*shaking usopp by the shoulders*: what to you mean by that reaction?? why are you disappointed it wasn't actually sanji rescuing you? that you woke up in the snow and after the fight, seeing sanji but learning it was still nami in that body, and even if you like nami, you wanted sanji to rescue you??? explain yourself!)

anime version, bc it's all cute too!

[algumaideia]

I can't believe Law gave his heart to gas guy

Smiley is trying to eat everyone?

[ma1dita]

Why do I see Luke and trouble being like "Shut up and kiss me" after Luke or trouble (whichever) talks about something they enjoy and the other is like I'm gonna kiss them cause they're so cute

done and dusted

luke castellan x dionysus!reader

a/n: fun lil short blurb for lukie pooks!! enjoy kissing him lol ty for the req morghen this was from a while ago-> check out my partners in crime series if you wanna see more

wc: 675

There’s a subtle curiosity that fills the air whenever Luke Castellan is around. You know by now not to deify gods nor people, much less a curly-headed boy with flighty eyes and a grin that always makes you feel like he knows something you don’t.

“Dangerous… the way you’re looking at me right now, trouble.” Luke’s grin is almost evil as his gaze washes over your curled up frame on the tattered couch. You’re gathering fabrics and props from the basement of the Big House for the next play you’ll organize, and Luke came along to help you carry some boxes (you’re more than strong enough to do so by yourself, but he just wants some alone time with his girl).

“M’not even doing anything! Just looking at you,” you smirk, bumping his hip against yours and his cargo pants brush against the skin of your thigh. He hisses, dust clouding your view of him when his leg catches the edge of the wooden table in the corner of the room.

“What’s this for again?” he sniffles, wiping his nose and tossing a headpiece into another box as he watches you sort through sequins and scrolls on the floor.

“Romeo and Juliet. Classic. You know I have a thing for Shakespeare,” you begin to ramble, swooning over one of the greatest love stories of all time but all Luke can do is focus on the one between the two of you. He’s oddly quiet, and you turn from your bent over position to see him admiring the view. Rolling your eyes you grumble, “Babe, were you even listening?”

“Yeah, you were talking about having a thing for a dead guy that isn’t me….” he teases, pulling you in by the belt loops as your hands trail up to wrap around his neck, “and you were about to tell me about how much you love me!” He smiles stupidly, like it’s a matter of fact. He’s incredibly lucky it is, he thinks, as you crack a smile and kiss his jaw, shaking your head at your boyfriend’s antics. “That’s not even what I was trying to say, Luke. Even though I do love you. What I was saying is that Romeo and Juliet is an amazing piece of literature because no matter what they go through, it all starts and ends with love. How beautiful is that?” you yap, not noticing that he’s backing you onto the edge of the dusty table. Like you weigh nothing, between your breaths you’re lifted onto said table with a yelp and his hands stay firm and warm on your hips.

“You’re beautiful.”

“For gods’ sake, Luke,” you giggle, “what do you want?”

His nose trails a path from your collarbone to your cheek and up into your hair—the scent of you overpowering the other elements in this decrepit room. Sweet, and soft, and his.

“I want the love of my life to just shut up for a second and kiss me. How about that?” he murmurs, lips already brushing against your growing grin as you pull him in by the curls on the nape of his neck.

Sometimes he wishes it was more normal to keep eyes open during a kiss. Luke doesn’t want to miss a single second of you even as you occupy all of his senses—the plush of your skin under his wandering hands, the smell of your perfume wafting as he pulls you closer into him, the sounds of your soft moans under his ministrations and the taste of you in his mouth as you slip your tongue against his own, dancing in familiarity in tune with your noises. He sneaks peeks of you through heavy eyelids—unable to rip away from the sight of your bliss in his arms.

And then you’re pulling away with a smirk, “M’not letting you defile me in a dusty basement, much less in my dad’s house.”

His lips press against your temple as he sighs, moving in the shape of words you can barely make out.

“Worth a shot.”

[faithshouseofchaos]

Hello! Hope you're having a good day! ☀️

I saw that your requests were open (Hope I got the time right...) and I wanted to request a Kimi Raikkönen one-shot during the time where he and Sebastian were still in Ferrari, for plot reasons.

So, imagine this: You're one of the beloved drivers on the grid – who is close to the Ferrari duo – known for their love of nature, especially flowers.

One day flowers kept appearing in your locker room (?) and it kept going for months. At the end of every race when you went to change there were different flowers but no info about the sender. Naturally, you suspected Sebastian because that man is mother nature himself. After learning he's not the culprit you try to find out who's been sending you flowers. (Spoiler Alert: It's the Ice Man himself.)

Sorry if the ask was long... Have a good day and remember to drink water! ☀️

I need me an ice man also I’m sorry this took forever to write literally forever like since June forever 😭😭

A Silent Bloom — Kimi Raikkonen x fem!reader

Word count — 675

Fluff

The soft fragrance of freesia lingered in your office, mingling with the faint smell of coffee and grease from the garage. You studied the bouquet in front of you—an artful arrangement of freesia, sweet peas, and delicate eucalyptus leaves. It was stunning, like all the others that had appeared after races for the past few months.

This one was no different: no note, no clue, just flowers left in places only someone close to you could access.

At first, you thought it was a mistake—some mix-up with deliveries—but as the bouquets kept appearing, you couldn’t ignore the growing mystery. Someone was sending these flowers on purpose, and they clearly knew about your deep love for nature.

The grid wasn’t short of suspects, but your first and most obvious guess had been Sebastian Vettel. Who else had such a deep appreciation for the environment?

“Seb, I know it’s you,” you said confidently one evening in the paddock.

Seb, in the middle of peeling an orange, looked up in surprise. “What’s me?”

“The flowers,” you said, crossing your arms. “I keep finding them in my office and locker after races. You’re the eco-warrior; it has to be you.”

He blinked at you, then smiled, shaking his head. “I’d love to take credit, but it’s not me,” he said, popping a slice of orange into his mouth. “Though, whoever it is has great taste. Very thoughtful.”

You narrowed your eyes, unconvinced. “Seb, don’t lie.”

He raised his hands in mock surrender. “I swear on all the bees in the world, it’s not me.”

That should have been the end of it, but of course, he couldn’t resist teasing you about your “secret admirer” for the rest of the weekend.

If it wasn’t Seb, though, who else could it be?

Your next suspect was Fernando Alonso. After all, Fernando had been known to stop and smell flowers during track walks, and he had a certain flair for surprising people.

During the Canadian Grand Prix weekend, you decided to confront him. As you approached, Fernando was casually leaning against a wall, scrolling on his phone.

“Hey, Nando,” you said, trying to sound casual.

He looked up, an eyebrow raised. “What?”

“I need to ask you something.” You hesitated, then dove in. “Are you the one leaving flowers in my office and locker?”

For a moment, he just stared at you, then his lips twitched into a smirk. “Why would I do that?”

“Because you like flowers,” you said bluntly. “And you have a weird way of surprising people.”

He let out a low laugh. “I like flowers, sí, but I don’t sneak into lockers like some secret admirer. Maybe it’s someone who doesn’t know how to talk to you.”

That thought stayed with you, even after Fernando walked away chuckling.

The answer came at the Silverstone Grand Prix.

It had been a grueling weekend, with a tough battle for points leaving you mentally and physically drained. When you opened your locker to change, you found a new bouquet waiting for you—this time, tulips and white roses. A small piece of folded paper sat between the flowers.

Your breath caught as you picked up the note, unfolding it with shaky hands.

“Nature deserves to be appreciated. So do you. – Kimi”

Kimi? The Ice Man?

You stared at the flowers, your mind reeling. Kimi wasn’t exactly known for grand gestures—or any gestures, for that matter. Yet here he was, revealing himself as the mysterious sender who had brightened your post-race weekends for months.

You found him later that evening in the quiet of the motorhome area. “Kimi,” you said, holding the note and bouquet.

He didn’t even look surprised. “You found the note.”

“Why?” you asked, struggling to understand.

“You like flowers,” he said simply, his tone as steady and unreadable as ever. “It made sense.”

“That’s it?”

He met your eyes then, something softer in his gaze. “You look happy when you see them. That’s enough.”

For a man of so few words, he somehow managed to leave you utterly speechless.

[grabby-smitten]

Message in a bottle

Subjects: Merman!Rafayel x F!Reader

Word count: 675

Content: Short blurb, a bit angsty, graphic description of drowning and the sea. Not edited and no beta.

You still remember the day you saw him for the first time and how your lungs burned as water entered your body. There was no way of getting out from under the ruthless power of the waves crashing on the surface.

The struggle to keep your mouth and nose shut was clear in your mind, then your body refused to float as if the cold liquid was pulling you down faster and faster… and when you thought there was nothing more to do… he appeared from the depths of the ocean.

From the darkness, a giant creature swam against the current. The angered waters were nothing more than a breeze for it, and you? You truly believed at that moment that you were hallucinating. At least trying to give yourself a peaceful goodbye, right? Your mind machinated a beautiful thing that came to your rescue and was pulling you toward the surface.

You remember, even if you were about to pass out. At that moment, when his hand touched yours— your mind suddenly cleared.

He was there in all his glory. A man but not a man. A siren? A triton? A merman? You still don’t know what he was but he had saved you.

You remember his words. His voice broke through the deafening noise of the waters. It was like nothing else was between you and him.

“You called me… finally…”

But you couldn’t understand then. Mind clear but your body was not under your control. Too cold to move, too tired to get even one breath in.

Rafayel was not ready to feel his chest constrict in pain and then a sudden pull followed by an unexplained urgency to attack him out of nowhere.

He remembers how he knew he had to go, to swim, to reach… something? Someone? without questioning it, he was there in an instant. Never in his life has he ever felt like this.

And there you were, a single human female being dragged to the bottom of the ocean by the currents. Your small fragile figure, barely noticeable in the darkness but for Rafayel? You were like a lighthouse guiding his way.

In that moment, when his eyes landed on you, he knew what all those feelings and sudden urges meant. He also knew this was his fault. After all, the sea was only trying to please him. The sea was just innocently fulfilling its duty to its king… by bringing him his missing piece.

Once he broke out of the water, concern clouded his mind. You seemed conscious but something wasn’t right. The spark he felt when he connected with you was diminishing slowly. His mind went a thousand miles in the blink of an eye, trying to understand why were you fading in his arms. This was not supposed to happen.

He couldn’t lose you the same moment he got you. He refused to believe that. His fingers gripped you tightly as he made his way to the shore.

Twilight gone, the darkness of a stormy night surrounds you both. Your eyes barely open as Rafayel drowned in anguish as his fragile human slipped from him.

“Damn it, plea-please… don’t- just don't…” his hands moved frantically over your pale face, all color drained away by the freezing air.

Rafayel understood two things in that situation. One, he would do anything for you, and two, humans were not meant to live underwater.

You don’t know how you are alive right now, watching the sunset at the same beach you were found. But you know what you saw and you know he was out there.

So again, for the hundredth time since you woke up here on this same beach, you threw a glass bottle at the ocean. You watched the waves carry it away as the wet sand got in between your toes and hoped he would receive it this time.

All the bottles carried the same message… you were gonna wait for him. Right in this same spot. Every day for the rest of your life.

Message in a bottle is all I can do. Standin' here, hopin' it gets to you…

Message In A Bottle (Taylor's Version) by Taylor Swift

[adiproseprose]

‘God, I can’t wait for you to explode’

‘Just imagine this helpless piggy too big to walk’

‘No doubt she’ll be immobile soon…’

The addicting tight rush of fullness settles in my bloated gut. My third straight pitcher of weight gain shake collapses to the floor, and I struggle to shake the numbness out of my toes. If I could see them I’d know they were swollen and startlingly red, but I can’t see shit past my massive tits, hanging low to the center of my belly. I sink back into the couch and rub myself off, sausage fingers snaking into my underwear. My chins serve as a resting place for my exhausted head. 

I’ve always been something of an extremist. There was a time where I would count the calories on a baggy of baby carrots. I was a whore in every sense of the word, skinny as a pencil and duller than an eraser. I didn’t need anybody, I had the attention of every boy I made eye contact with. Skipped college and became a model, traveled all over the world. If you want, you can get my before and after shots. 45 bucks a piece, 112 vrs. 675. 

Nobody pays attention to you when you’re fat. 

I kicked the ball down the hill when my agency fired me, parents claiming I was giving their kids bulimia or some bullshit. The ball began to collect years of sugar, fat, salt and grease, hardly able to get out of bed without a mouthful of fresh endorphins. My veins swelled with lard, stomach overstretched and doubled over onto my fat padded knees. 

It was all very discouraging at first. I heard the gossip as I toddled along to my convenience store for my nightly dinner of mars bars and oven fries, about how tiny I used to be, if I was really the same girl. ‘Nobody wants to rub out a fat girl’. 

I drank a lot. Partied a lot. Had a lot of shitty, desperate sex that ended after 4 minutes with a sigh and a cigarette. Then I met this guy. He grabbed my belly and afterwards told me I could make a killing if I kept gaining weight. I told him to fuck off but I looked into it. Feedism is a deep, dark, somewhat fucked up world. But money is green, so I did some analysis. What did they like about these women, big asses, big tits, double chins? These women are making thousands of dollars just to eat. 

I piled on fat like batter in a cake tin. I’m round up top, double belly and huge boobs. Thickness in my face that I don’t love, but my ass is rounder than the moon. 

“Ohhhh…fuck *HIC*...fuck me. I might’ve had too much, guys.” I whine to the camera. I rub and shake my belly. 

“BURRPPP!” 

I like to read the comments while I masturbate. I scroll, an endless stream of aroused fans. 

‘700 bucks if you do a fourth!!111’

‘7 HUNDO!!!!!’

Over and over again this bitch. I roll my eyes. “500 dollars for another one Mr…Pigfarmer?” 

‘YES!!!’

He donates. And I fix the shake on my coffee table, bringing it to my lips. I wince. I really do not wanna throw up. 

“Gonna do this for you, Pigfarmer. Whoooo boy..” 

I down the shake in maybe 2 minutes and let the empty pitcher land on the floor with the others. “So *huff* fucking…fat. Can barely get… off the couch anymore..ughhhh…” 

‘I will feed you until your fucking feet fall off’

‘I can help you off the couch!!!’

‘I’ll feed you and fuck you until you can’t move baby’

This isn’t enough. I need to be fat enough to where anything is monetizable. Walking out to the car. Going up stairs. I’ve made a few sets of my rolling out bed, when my joints are aching and my waddle is exaggerated the most. 

I don’t get much out of this besides the money. If anything, it makes me feel gross. But I blend in effortlessly, I’ve gone so deep. I’m not a feedee. I am a fat fucking whale who happens to be fat because it makes me ridiculous amounts of money. It makes it a lot easier to smile. 

“Alright, guys, I’m gonna hop off. See you guys next time!! Love you!” 

I click. 1700 dollars from an hour stream. Not too bad. I wipe the sweat off my forehead and drum my belly. I’m numb. I’m covered in grease, shake powder and cum. I can barely make it through my day without that tight fullness now. I wheeze deeply as I contemplate what to eat for dinner.

[atzaurora]

╰┈➤ ᴅᴇᴠᴏᴜʀᴇᴅ

[˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗] "sᥕᥲᥣᥣ᥆ᥕ."

❥ 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓: Seonghwa, Hongjoong

➤ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: seonghwa x hongjoong

➤ 𝒕𝒚𝒑𝒆: imagine (smut)

➤ 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑: dating

.ᐟ.ᐟ𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔.ᐟ.ᐟ: 18+/smut/suggestive content, MDNI!!!, head, swallowing, hard face fcking, m receiving, gagging

➤ 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: inspiration || Just Hongjoong going rough on Seonghwa's throat...

➤ 𝒘/𝒄: 675

➤ 𝒂/𝒏: my first time writing a member x member fic *⁠\⁠0⁠/⁠* I contemplated a lot if I wanted to do those fics in general but honestly idc and just wrote what I wanted :P it's very short but oh well...enjoyyy

if you have any ideas or wishes let me know, requests are open

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The door slammed shut in an instant, Hongjoong walking closely behind Seonghwa as he guided him by resting his hand on Hwa's lower back.

"Come on, in there we go," Hongjoong's voice was low with a raspy edge to it, making Seonghwa even more aroused.

The elder one of the two, has had no patience all day, constantly teasing Hongjoong while he worked. Of course Jjoong wanted him as much but still, they were at work.

At some point he had whispered in Seonghwa's ear, telling him to wait and that he would take him the second they got home. And he held his promise.

Hongjoong opened the door to their shared bedroom, pushing Seonghwa backwards till the back of his legs hit the bed frame. He pushed him down onto the mattress, climbing on top of him.

Hongjoong's lips smashed against Seonghwa's, grabbing and pulling on his hair, kissing him hungrily.

"God, you were such a tease all day," he grunted against Hwa's lips, a string of saliva connecting their mouths. Seonghwa only nodded, his hands planted on Jjoong's waist, holding him in a firm grip as he sat there on top of him.

"Does my pretty boy really want to get fucked so desperately, huh?," Hongjoong's eyes darkened as he looked down at Seonghwa's pleading face. "Yes, please, I— fuck, I've been wanting you all day," he responded immediately, watching as his boyfriend smirked down at him.

"Mhm, I see...well, I suppose we need to get these off then..." Hongjoong tugged on his clothes. They hadn't even taken the time to get out of their coats and shoes when they walked inside their house, too caught up with Seonghwa's needy behaviour.

Jjoong continued to tug on the shirt, manoeuvring it out of the waistband of the jeans Seonghwa was wearing all day. He pulls it all the way up, over the head, tossing the fabric somewhere next to the bed.

Hongjoong licked his lips at the sight, the view of the bare skin evolving an immediate reaction from his lower abdomen. Seonghwa bit his lip suggestively, reaching for his pants and opening them. "Pull them off, love. Don't hesitate," Hongjoong encouraged him, watching him with so much lust in his eyes.

Hwa did as he said, pulling his pants, along with his boxers down, leaving not a single piece of fabric on his skin. "Hongjoong~," he moaned teasingly, making a desperate face and knowing exactly it would turn his boyfriend on so damn much.

"Yes, baby~ fuck— that's right," Jjoong blabbered, focusing on Seonghwa's body while pulling off his own clothes. "I'm gonna fuck you so much, you won't see straight anymore." Once Hongjoong's clothes were all detached, he moved Seonghwa so he was on all fours. He himself got off the bed, standing right in front of Hwa's mouth with his shaft.

Without a warning Hongjoong grabbed Seonghwa's face, opening his jaw and shoving his hard cock in. Seonghwa whimpered with sensation, feeling how Jjoong's tip hit the back of his throat.

Hongjoong began to thrust into Seonghwa, face fucking him with deep and harsh thrusts, making him a moaning and sweating mess. "That's it, baby, take it all the way in. Just like you wanted to all day," he reminded Seonghwa of how he'd been acting all day long.

His hands moved along Hongjoong's thighs, gripping them harder with each thrust to keep his body upright. Seonghwa could feel Hongjoong's dick twitch in his mouth.

"Fuck~ I'm gonna cum," Hongjoong groaned, grabbing the back of Seonghwa's head to keep him in place. After one last thrust he pushed his head further on his cock, making Seonghwa gag and his cum running down the back of his boyfriend's throat.

"Swallow." Hongjoong looked him in the eye as he swallowed his load, looking all fucked out. Seonghwa stuck his tongue out, showing he swallowed and earning a passionate kiss back from Hongjoong.

Seonghwa pulled Hongjoong back onto the bed with him, not breaking the kiss as he moved his hands lower. "Round 2?"

[yahoo201027]

Of course, with a flashback that seems too happy comes to a crashing sad note. And Doflamingo overthrowing Riku is that note.

[ashedddaisy]

"People like beasts as long as they stay in a cage! Even if I get out of the cage, there is no place for me to go back! There is nowhere for me to belong out there!" — KYROS. ONE PIECE 675.

[deadnamedblog]

Writing Patterns

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

I was (kind of) tagged by @purplehairedwonder

Ghost Caller

One Piece | G | Sengoku & Rosinante & Law | 444 | Someone is using a dead Marine's code

The first time it happens, the Fleet Admiral goes to check on the situation himself, it causes quite the stir and the WEMP gives its first page to the high ranking Marine's presence in North Blue.

One Of Seven

One Piece | T | Law | 200 | Trafalgar Law plans the Rocky Port Incident on the spot

The Heart Pirates were there to follow the leads of Doflamingo's trades in the New World.

Crying Uncle One Piece | T | Drake & Law | 1,6k | Law talks with Drake when imprisoned in Wano

Trafalgar Law was waiting, resting after the beating he had taken.

The Letter F One Piece | T | Law & Luffy & Jimbey & Hearts | 2,7k| Law, Luffy and Jimbei have the same blood type

The doors closed behind him and, straw hat in hand, Trafalgar Law hurried toward the bloc.

What Happened in Sabaody Stays in Sabaody One Piece | T | Law & Luffy & Hearts | 1,8k | Luffy saves Law in Sabaody without knowing it

There had been a plan.

Planning A Whim One Piece | G | Law & Luffy & Hearts | 675 | Law plans Marineford

Breaking news ! Escape from Impel Down.

In The Public Eye One Piece | G | Law & Luffy & Hearts | 2,4k| Law learns about Luffy from the newspapers first

Monkey D. Luffy's first bounty does not warrant any peculiar attention from most people.

Bound(wo)man One Piece | E | Lawlu | 3,9k | Ope-ope + Gear4 + Sick-sick Fruit = Weird weird sex

Under the impact of Strawhat's culverin fist, Doc Q was sent flying into the cliff, his fighting presence promptly disappearing.

Law and Orders One Piece | T | Law & family & Corazon & Doflamingo | 531 | Law doesn't like orders

It is not the first time he rebels against authority.

S-Law One Piece | T | Law & World Governement | 100 | Seraphim Law is in trouble

Seraphim Law was a prisoner, restricted in movements and choices.

The pattern I see is exposition, exposition, exposition. Set the scene, the players, tell who or what's important. Since I jump so much from context to context in each fic it's important.

Do you see other patterns?

Tagging anyone else who wants to play!

[rjzimmerman]

Hotter Temperatures Are Causing Trees to Have Heat Strokes. (Sierra Club)

Excerpt from this story from Sierra Club:

When scientist Craig Allen first arrived in the Jemez Mountains of northern New Mexico in the early 1980s, the American Southwest was in the early years of a decades-long wet period. It was, in Allen’s words, a “good time to be a tree.” Allen had gone to New Mexico to study the local forests for the US Geological Survey. Fast forward two decades and conditions have radically changed. 

Starting in the late 1990s and early 2000s, the Southwest’s long-term climate pivoted sharply, transitioning to what scientists are now calling a “megadrought.” The drought was marked by a decline in precipitation. But it also included something new: abnormally warm temperatures. The combination would prove deadly. The early 2000s marked the start of a region-wide, massive die-off of trees that continues to this day.

“2002 was the real kick in the teeth in terms of forest dieback here,” says Allen, now an adjunct professor at the University of New Mexico in Albuquerque. “There were millions of acres of different species of trees dying across the whole region.”

What makes the Southwest’s current megadrought so exceptional and so very different from the region’s notorious megadroughts of the past, says Allen, isn’t so much a lack of precipitation as an excessive amount of heat. Scientists have determined that about a third of the strength of the current megadrought is due not to a lack of water but to warming tied to climate change. Heat, it is now known, is making the region’s drought worse. But elsewhere heat is also leading to a very new and worrying development: drought-induced tree die-offs in regions not typically known for droughts. 

Allen, a self-described “documentarian” of his region’s ecological collapse, was one of the first scientists to put the pieces of this mystery together. For decades, he observed tree die-offs in New Mexico occurring both at lower, drier elevation sites as well as higher, wetter sites, and for the same reason: Heat was drying the air, and this was stressing and weakening trees, making them vulnerable to insect attacks that would deal the final death blow.

Scientists are now calling this phenomenon “hot drought.” (Or sometimes, “hotter drought,” because droughts generally tend to be hot.) According to a growing body of research, hot droughts have now been tied to tree die-offs the world over, regardless of how much precipitation a region typically gets. 

A 2022 study published in Nature Communications combines nearly five decades of data on previously recorded tree die-offs from nearly 700 different locations around the world. From these data, the study concludes that the recent increase in global forest die-offs—recorded at 675 locations on nearly every continent—were due to a “hotter-drought fingerprint.” A fingerprint the researchers further linked to human-caused climate change. 

“There is uniformity across this large global database,” says study lead author William Hammond, plant ecophysiologist at the University of Florida. “It shows temperature has played a really important part in tree mortality.”

The study also found that across ecosystems, the same hotter drought fingerprint could be found in previously recorded tree die-offs across nearly every biome examined, wet and dry. This supports conclusions from an earlier 2009 paper led by Allen and published in Forest Ecology and Management.

Hammond says the signal in the data set is clear: Abnormally warm temperatures tied to climate change are killing trees globally. He says he takes issue with scientists who don’t acknowledge this. 

“To continue to call this phenomenon ‘drought-induced mortality’—which is by far the term that is pervasive in most of the 154 papers in the database—is pretty much irresponsible at this point, because we have the smoking gun [temperature],” says Hammond.

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2023 Tumblr Top Ten!!

I saw my friends do this and I thought it’d be fun!!!!

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1090 notes!! To this day it’s my most popular post by a LONG SHOT BDNEHENEJSNSJ!!

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986 notes!! This was during the MCYT Tumblr Sexyman polls bdnehenudjxjzj I just wanted to join in for funsies even though I’m not in the fandom or anything

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675 notes!!

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635 notes!! It makes sense why this one got so popular, Crumbtoast reblogged it BDNEHENEJDJ

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445 notes!! This was right after Seperate Ways came out and I guess the gays were desperate BXNSHENEJENS

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410 notes!! To this day this is still my favourite art piece ever <3

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407 notes!! This one blew up completely out of nowhere BXNEHNEJDJ

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387 notes!! I asked people to blow it up and it worked BXNEJENSJ

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341 notes!! I genuinely have no idea how this one got so popular

And finally number 10:

307 notes!! It doesn’t fit in the screenshot BXBEHENEJSJ

[ziseos]

**SPOILERS AHEAD**

I was just talking about One Piece theories with the owner of my usual manga shop, and speaking about the lastest chapter, where the ruins of the continents were shown, I realized something.

Who are only the current people who could know about those ruins?

Fishermen first, of course.

They live under the sea, I think it's impossible they don't know/never seen them (this has also more implications, but I won't delve into that now).

Second one being the only known ship that travels mostly in the depth of the Sea, that being Trafalgar Law and his (rip) yellow submarine.

Now, since submarines can reach even more than 2,250–3,000 ft/ 675-900 m of depths, it seems weird that Law and his crew never saw any of those ruins as they traveled across the seas.

So...did he saw anything interesting down there, he might have kept hidden?

Or maybe I'm just getting too crazy with theories, BUT... I'll leave it just there 👀

[just-here-with-my-thoughts]

Day 21: Unresponsive / Asthma Attack

@febuwhump prompt: Unresponsive @badthingshappenbingo prompt: Asthma Attack

Fandom: The Bad Batch Characters: Cadet Tech Cadet Batch as featured in my WIP fic 'Pieces of the People We Love' - haven't read it? All you need to know is that each member of the Batch came from batches of clones with matching mutations before being assigned to Experimental Unit 99. Word Count: ~675 Click here to read on AO3

Synopsis: Tech loses his first batchmate.

Tech, Circuit, Data, Socket, and Switch. The five enhanced clones of Batch 99-One, already as far along their training as others twice their age, thanks to their enhanced mental processing capabilities.

Their tailored genetics meant there were minor physical discrepancies. None of them followed the exact clone template of the regular cadets produced by the facility.

Circuit had blue eyes. Socket’s hair was vibrant ginger, and he was freckled. Tech and Switch were skinny for their age, and Data breathed with a whistle.

The Kaminoans monitored Data’s breathing closely. The defect had appeared when their physical training increased in intensity. The cadets were two years and nine months old; with the accelerated growth the enhanced clones were subject to, physically they were eight.

Sometimes it was a wheeze on the outward breath, only detectable in a quiet room; although quiet was a rare occurrence, given Switch’s predilection to constant chatter. Occasionally Data would cough at night, short of breath, and keep his brothers awake with the arrhythmia of his breathing.

The young cadets didn’t like to ask Data about his visits to the medical labs. He always reappeared looking sullen and teary, and every time they knew his usefulness was being weighed against his defect.

No-one wanted to think of the day he might not return.

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Another gruelling training session. The cadets were equipped with body weights to simulate the burden of armour and weapons they would be wearing when they were older. The simulator was laid out as a huge obstacle course, demanding that they run, climb, dive, scramble to reach the end – all whilst dodging incoming stun-blasts from turrets at the edges of the route.

Tech pressed his back against a sheltering pillar, taking a moment to catch his breath and analyse the distance to the next patch of cover. He calculated the burst of energy needed to see him over the hurdle in a clear bound – that would be the fastest option – and weighed it against the less-tiring but more exposed choice to skirt the edge of the barrier.

“Ready?” grinned Switch. “I’m ready!”

Without waiting for an answer he was gone, sprinting across the open stretch in an erratic path that somehow avoided the incessant turret-fire.

“Wait for me!” yelled Socket, darting after their faster brother. Circuit followed him, the two of them scrambling and hauling each other over the barrier when they came to it. Circuit lifted Socket clear of the wall as a stun-blast hit where the cadet had been moments before. Tech decided that vaulting was the quickest, ergo the safest, option. He was the most acrobatic of his batchmates after all.

He tensed his muscles, ready for a turn of speed. Then a hand grabbed his upper arm.

“Tech, wait.”

Data was doubled over, sucking air into his lungs like it pained him. He looked up at his brother imploringly, gaze slightly unfocused. “Wait,” he gasped, between shallow, ragged breaths. “Wait for me.”

Tech abandoned his prepared stance, placing both hands on Data’s shoulders as he crouched in front of him. Data was pale, his lips tinged with blue.

“Take a deep breath,” said Tech uncertainly, “like this.” He demonstrated, expanding his chest as far as he could before letting the breath out in a long exhale.

Data didn’t copy him. Couldn’t copy him.

“Tech,” he pleaded, the wheezing sound audible even above the cacophony of the training course. His grip on Tech’s arm slackened. The bluish lips moved again, this time soundlessly. His breath came in desperate, staccato gasps.

“Data?” asked Tech.

No response. Data slumped, knees crashing to the ground, then his whole body. Tech leaped back in alarm; out of the sheltering safety of the pillar.

A stun-blast knocked him out cold.

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C-9912 unresponsive not breathing. Emergency resuscitation applied. Diagnosis: acute airway restriction due to chronic asthma. Recommendation: removal from combat pathway.

C-9913 unresponsive but breathing. Consciousness regained without medical intervention. Recommendation: improve combat response to squad-mate injury. Cadets must be conditioned to continue with mission regardless of injuries/loss amongst their number.