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[whereisthedamndaddymanual]

I think my tags probably would make a hell of a game of mad libs

My posts go from preferred breeding mates to skewering and vanquishing all my friends

[militaryleak]

Israeli Unmanned Aerial Vehicle Company to Open Factory in Morocco

Morocco is intensifying its focus on bolstering its defense capabilities, with recent reports indicating a potential expansion of its unmanned aerial vehicle (UAV) fleet through the acquisition of Israeli systems. Following its purchase of 150 WanderB and ThunderB UAVs from BlueBird in September 2022, the North African nation is now eyeing additional Israeli unmanned systems. The Zona Militar website has shed light on the evolving security ties between Morocco and Israel, revealing plans for BlueBird, an Israeli company, to initiate local production of UAVs. Ronen Nadir, CEO of BlueBird, confirmed this development, emphasizing the establishment of a production facility set to commence operations imminently. #military #defense #defence #militaryleak #drone

Morocco is intensifying its focus on bolstering its defense capabilities, with recent reports indicating a potential expansion of its unmanned aerial vehicle (UAV) fleet through the acquisition of Israeli systems. Following its purchase of 150 WanderB and ThunderB UAVs from BlueBird in September 2022, the North African nation is now eyeing additional Israeli unmanned systems. The Zona Militar…

[justlarkin]

Following the lore, Thunderbird would be responsible for them becoming the clown because the role is obtained when you're visited by the Thunderbeings, but Heyoka was older than him and had presumably been doing his schtick before he came since that's why Thunderbird became his fanboy? Unless Thunderbird knew Heyoka back when they were known as the incarnation of hunting and he decided to bestow them with the sacred clown role later on?

I just wanna know why Thunderbird is feeling guilty about Heyoka mannn 💀.

Finally got to read the official translation for Thunderbird's River Adventure SQ and Thunderbird consistently uses they/them pronouns after Heyoka was previously referred with he/him pronouns in other scenarios. Shoutout to Heyoka for coming out as they/them or he/they. Godspeed, I love Murica and enbies, yeehaw 🫡

No offense to the queen Arachne, but Thunderbird should've gotten the CQ during the event run because they keep snubbing him and Heyoka. Like THIS. He blames himself for what happened to Heyoka. When are we going to actually talk about that, LWs?

[epitome-the-burnkid-viii]

#alternative #media #broadcasting #lightworker #starseed #currentaffairs #youtube #esoteric #knowledge #space #cosmos #ascension #enlightenment #5dearth #crystalline #energy #spirituality #humanity #solarflare #solarflash #solarstorm #Rapture #lightwarrior #lightguardian #music #arts #philosophy #history #anthropology #Apocalypse #endtimes #NewAge #ageofaquarius #youtuberecommendedchronicles 🔮

[aideshou]

thunderbeings came in clutch today~~~~~~~~~~~ feel the negative ions~~~~~~(theyre actually good for you!!)

https://www.supernatured.org.uk/ideas--news/a-little-bit-of-rain-might-be-good-for-you

[wimpydave]

Wal Thornhill: JWST – Cosmic Dust Proves Arp Invariably Right | Thunderb...

[nateaz]

#LyftDriving during the slow season in #PhoenixArizona but at least it's #MonsoonSeason! I love these #ThunderBeings in the #SonoranDesert. Shot on #VanBurenStreet outside of #SkyharborAirport. #Summer2022 (at Phoenix, Arizona) https://www.instagram.com/p/CgN-zTpr-cn/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[flowers-for-xochipilli]

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[native-indigenous-characters]

Today’s Native/Indigenous Character in Media is the Thunder Being/Spirit from Dreamkeeper!

This specific Thunder Being is of the Haudenosaunee! He is played by Michael Greyeyes, who is of the Plains Cree. 

[mforman313]

Many people do not know what a Heyoka empath is. I am beer to spread awareness. There are thousands of articles written about us. We hail from the spiritual model, of the Eastern hemisphere. We have psychic abilities, and we feel the energy of others very heightenedly. We are born this way, and we are very commonly misunderstood, since we are only 1 percent of the population. We are innately very wise, and teachers. The Lakota tribe coined the term of what we are, and we are witches of light. We are known as mirrors, for all that you give us, we will give it back to you amplified by nature. Channeling our abilities and gifts is the key. I’d day, I’m on my way to a black belt after a year of hell after my spiritual awakening. My 45th birthday is coming up this Friday the 13th; and with this incredibly big super moon, there are slot of ominous things happening in this world. Beware of the dark ones, for they know nothing of love, and only list, hate, jealousy, greed, and malicious intentions. Do your research is you wish. We are very real, and we always have been. #heyoka #heyokalife #sacredclown #mirror #thunderbeing #nighthawk #horse #frog #indigochild #shapeshifters #witchoflight https://www.instagram.com/p/B9iPUrBHDF2RexgD4Ga6vQV1OSV0wJIwAOe8IE0/?igshid=rq0s1h6ufhl5

[doomright]

                 injured.       accepting !      @aesassin​

❛  —  damn it.  ❜   it’s a low growl as his third shot fired misses the target, taking a chunk from the stone column behind instead.  (  aim still a trick he hadn’t quite mastered since taking up firearms.  )   the situation had been made far more complicated when the number they’d expected had been double.  hellboy blocked a shot with his right arm,  hearing the bullet bounce off the stone and feeling nothing.   backing closer toward elektra, he grabbed at an arm coming toward him seeing only the knife that nearly hit it’s mark in his shoulder.   with a quiet struggle,  hellboy felt the tip of it dip in with searing pain as he struggled to push the man off.   something was definitely off,   but the thought was cut off by another wave of pain as the knife went in deeper.   yelling before he realized it, hellboy threw him into another before pulling the knife from his shoulder and gripping it.

               [ lacerate ] for one muse to get stabbed                 while protecting/working with the other

❛  i think these guys are hopped up on somethin’ strong,  ❜   voice exhausted as hellboy took the calm moment to catch his breath and check the ammo in his nearly useless gun.   hellboy tried to ignore the feeling of his blood seeping down the front of his now ruined shirt, instead turning his attention to elektra,   ❛  how you holdin’ up ?  ❜

[iwan1979]

one of my fav player especially in PES game.. d fact that most of his shots caused d ball bounced out from d goal shown the power of his shots No footballer in the history of the sport has been more worthy of a compilation of their goals set to Alan Partridge's "foot like a traction engine" commentary as Serie A cult hero Adriano.

[mx-malachite]

man i miss the nature spirits back in america

there was just something about living on my ancestral land with our spirits there all around you feel

[2plan22]

RT @RuthH_Hopkins: Spring has come & the thunderbeings have returned. Art by Christi Belcourt. https://t.co/EgSZTRnmOM 2PLAN22 http://twitter.com/2PLAN22/status/1244447934214782976

Spring has come & the thunderbeings have returned. Art by Christi Belcourt. pic.twitter.com/EgSZTRnmOM

— R u t h H o p k i n s (@RuthH_Hopkins) March 29, 2020

[shitwillnotbegiven]

A thunderb*rd, really ?

[skymaiden32]

Out of This World

Tagging: @dragonoffantasyandreality @janetm74 @thundergeek59 (Feel free to ask if you would like to be added)

Enjoy! :3

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

Thunderbird 5’s control room turned from stunned silence, to organised chaos within a few seconds of everyone processing the news. Gordon had retreated to Thunderbird 3 with Brains, unable to get a grasp on the satellite’s controls, and to prepare the rocket for takeoff as soon as things were ready. John and Alan were in the cargo bay, preparing any supplies they might need to help Virgil refuel Thunderbird 2, leaving Scott to talk with their father about what was going on. 

Jeff’s face filled the screen, frowning all the while. “This is a problem.”

Scott pinched the bridge of his nose. “You don’t say…” The field commander sighed. “We’re working on getting some supplies and extra fuel together right now. We’re lucky he’s fairly close to Thunderbird 5.”

His father hummed, showing his age as he grunted in concern. “I bet he doesn’t have a lot of oxygen in there either…”

Scott sighed. “Not to mention we have no idea when a rescue call may come in.” 

Jeff sat in thought for a few moments, trying to think of a plan. He sighed. “Well, the best thing you guys can do is refuel Thunderbird 2 from 3. We better hope Thunderbird 2 doesn’t burn up on re-entry...” At Scott’s scandalous look, Jeff blanched and quickly backpedalled. “Not that it would, Brains most likely thought of that, plus he overengineers everything anyway.”

Scott hummed in concern. “Either way, I’d prefer if Virgil wasn’t in Thunderbird 2 when it’s ready to attempt re-entry. Thunderbird 2 can be rebuilt, but losing Virg isn’t an option at all.” The patriarch nodded.

“Fair enough.” He leaned back in his chair a little, relaxing now the plan to get all his boys back to safety was more solid. “I’d like you to stay in 5 to remotely pilot Thunderbird 2 back to Earth, Scott.”

Scott seemed a little disappointed that he wouldn’t be helping his brothers on the other side of the rescue, but he supposed someone had to stay and control Thunderbird 2 remotely. He nodded to his father, making to sign off. “FAB, Dad.” Just as he was about to switch off however, his father stopped him.

“Just a second, Scott. Is there something else you wanted to talk about?”

The eldest Tracy brother considered it, telling his father about how much the five of them wanted to have some bonding time as a whole group for the first time since International Rescue started. It seemed like a whole lifetime ago, but Scott shook his head. “No Father, it’s not that important right now.”

Jeff raised an eyebrow, and Scott could’ve sworn he saw the hint of an amused smile. His father knew him too well to think it wasn’t important. “Are you sure?”

Scott sighed. “Not as important as getting Virgil to safety and Thunderbird 2 out of orbit.” If at all possible, the eyebrow seemed to raise even more. “I’ll talk to you about it later.”

His father noticeably relaxed. “FAB, Scott. Over and out.” The screen winked out, and Scott turned round to the airlock just in time to see three of his brothers walk out the airlock, having prepared everything on board the faithful crimson rocket. Brains was nowhere to be seen, more than likely still on board Thunderbird 3. Gordon grinned at him, crossing his arms.

“So, what’s the plan, commander?”

Scott sent a small smirk the aquanaut’s way before entering his serious mode, folding his arms behind his back. “Thunderbird 2 is vital to International Rescue, but Virgil is vital to the Tracy family, so getting him back home safely is our main priority. This will be a three-pronged mission.” He glanced toward his two younger brothers. “Gordon and Alan, you two are going to be in charge of ship to ship refuelling. Fill her up as much as you can.” He turned his gaze to the most experienced astronaut out of all of them. “John, I’m counting on you and Brains to get Virgil out of Thunderbird 2 and onto Thunderbird 3. There’s a possibility, however small, that we could lose Thunderbird 2 on re-entry, and I’d rather not take that chance.”

John gave him a look, tilting his head to the side. “How do we get Virgil on board? There’s no escape hatch that’s vacuum proof, as far as I know.” Scott shook his head.

“Well, there wasn’t until after that so-called, ‘Vault of Death’ fiasco, as Gordon calls it.” Their fish-loving brother smirked mischievously. Scott chose to ignore him. “But after that, Brains got a little paranoid about the ‘Birds being in vacuum filled spaces with no other way out, so he incorporated some vacuum-proof escape hatches into each of the land-based Thunderbirds. Thunderbird 2’s one doubles as the top entrance hatch.” At John’s bewildered look, he felt the need to clarify. “The hatch that Virgil’s chute goes into.” John nodded in understanding, giving Scott a thumbs up. Alan peered around him.

“What about Thunderbird 2? It can’t re-enter the atmosphere by itself.”

“That’s where me and Thunderbird 5 come in. I’m gonna be remote piloting it from here once it’s been refuelled and Virgil’s safe on Thunderbird 3.” Gordon snorted, causing his family to look at him.

“If it ends up burning up, he’s not gonna be happy about that…”

John scoffed. “Well, he’s just gonna have to suck it up. It’s either that or we lose him as well, if that does happen.” Gordon glared, John stuck his tongue out in return, and Scott, sensing a fight about to brew, cleared his throat, bringing their attention back to him.

“Save the sibling rivalry for when you guys get home, okay? We have a brother and his lady to save.” His brothers nodded in determination. “Alright, let’s get to work. Thunderbirds are go!”

His brothers filed out of the airlock as he turned his attention back to the readings on his dashboard, waiting to conduct his part of the mission already. That is, all but one. 

“Scotty?” His head turned automatically at the sound of his baby brother, and he raised an eyebrow. Alan continued. “Have you talked to Dad about the five of us spending some time together yet?”

Scott smiled sadly. “Not yet Sprout, but I definitely will once you guys have grabbed Virgil and Thunderbird 2 is back home, okay?” Alan nodded, seemingly satisfied, and made his way back to Thunderbird 3.

The eldest Tracy sighed once the airlock slid shut, and he saw the red ship slide out of Thunderbird 5’s docking port. All he had to do now was wait.

Too bad the anxious waiting was always the worst part of every mission for him…