#tv station

[kply-industries]

[midnightcowb0ys]

WFAA-TV, Dallas–Fort Worth, Texas, 1986

[head-post]

Ecuadorian TV station seized by militants, president declares state of emergency

Armed bandits stormed the studio of TC Televisión, one of Ecuador’s largest television channels, during a live broadcast on Tuesday, leading the country’s president to declare a state of “internal armed conflict” amid a series of seemingly coordinated attacks across the South American country.

During a news programme El Noticiero, several men armed with pistols, rifles, machine guns, grenades and dynamite stormed the studio. While the cameras were broadcasting live, several staff members were seen falling to the floor and someone could be heard shouting “Don’t shoot!” before the signal was interrupted.

Shortly after the attack on the TV station, Ecuadorian President Daniel Noboa issued a decree declaring 20 drug trafficking gangs as terrorist groups and authorising the Ecuadorian military to “neutralise” the criminal groups “within the framework of international humanitarian law”. The move comes just a day after Noboa declared a state of emergency over the escape from prison of the country’s most dangerous gang leader.

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[gwydionmisha]

I don't understand how this is legal.

[samuelmorgan3d]

[wmresistance]

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[axoqiii]

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[bss-the-artist]

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[darkpiratestories]

Abandoned 1950s TV and Radio Station with Unique Architecture

This 1950s Broadcast Center controlled transmissions of television and radio signals to a central part of Europe and it was equipped with emergency broadcast studios and diesel generators in case of power failure. Broadcasting was ceased in late 2010, as shortwave and medium-wave broadcasting services were phased out. After more than 80 years of operation it has been abandoned, waiting for better tomorrow.

[remarkingonit]

"I'd rather focus on my hot, hot, hot wife." (7x09)

[scipunk]

Farscape (1999)

[captainsavre]

Maya and Carina || STATION 19 ↳ All kisses (Season 7)

[mayabishopgold]

They found their person. MAYA & CARINA | Station 19

[caramelc0rgi]

he looks so fertile

[brokehorrorfan]

I Saw the TV Glow's soundtrack is available on vinyl for $40 via A24. Expected to ship in July, the 2xLP album is pressed on "Pink Opaque" colored vinyl and housed in a gatefold jacket.

It features music from yeule, Caroline Polachek, Florist, Bartees Strange, Maria BC, King Woman, Jay Som, L'Rain, The Weather Station, Drab Majesty, Proper., Sadurn, Sloppy Jane featuring Phoebe Bridgers, and a vinyl-exclusive track from Snail Mail.

[jetblack4realz]

the train station - kayce dutton

summary - kayce has to do a lot of terrible things for the ranch and you're the only thing that's able to calm him down

word count - 1.6k

warnings - talks of murd3r

changes to canon - monica and kayce didn't get married, kayce never left the ranch, got married to you after coming home from the navy, y'all have a house on the ranch

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as kayce walked up to the house, he tried to shake off the adrenaline that still encased him and the anxiety that made his heartbeat race. trips to the train station were few and far between and he'd done enough of them that he should be able to just get over it, but for some reason this one stuck with him. the way the man had fought, the way he'd stared him in the eyes before kayce finally kicked him over the cliff's edge, the life already draining from his eyes... it clung to his heart and plagued his mind on the long drive home. his hands were shaky and he tried to keep his eyes from reddening, but there was only so much he could control.

he was quiet when he opened the door, the lock jiggling open as he turned the key and pushed open, making sure to step quietly into the house before turning and locking the door behind him once more. it was late and he was sure that you and tate were asleep.

tate was, but you weren't.

you looked up from your position on the couch, the four year old passed out in your arms as you scrolled your phone lazily. you looked up, smiling upon seeing your husband, but soon faltering when you saw his expression. as he tried to make it to the stairs, you reached a hand up, carefully holding tate with the other to keep him from waking. kayce paused and grabbed it, letting you squeeze his hand soothingly.

"hey," you hummed, brows knitted as you shifted to stand. "let me just put him down and i'll be up with you, okay?"

he nodded slowly, glancing from you to his little boy. he didn't trust his voice at the moment and as he released your hand he became all too aware of the dried blood that remained on his hands. this one was messier, the guy he was instructed to dispose of was more of a fighter than he was used to and he wound up needed to shoot him twice, the latter hitting an artery and splattering onto kayce's gun and hands. he wouldn't be surprised if there was some on his face too.

so, he simply followed you up the stairs, beelining it for the bathroom when you turned the corner to tate's room.

you heard both the shower and the sink faucet turn on as you tucked tate in, pulling his winter blankets tight over him and settling his stuffed wolf under the sheets next to him. tate moved, grabbing the wolf in his sleep before turning on his stomach and relaxing into the mattress. you smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of his head before making your way out, shutting out the lights and the door and moving to the master bathroom.

"hey," you mumbled, shutting the door behind you as you watched kayce scrub senselessly at his hands, his shirt, jacket, and vest discarded to the side needed to be deep cleaned. "kace."

"i'm sorry..." he said, but he didn't know exactly what he was apologizing for. everything, probably.

you crossed to him, coming up behind him and pressing a kiss to his now bare shoulder blade as you wrapped your arms around his torso. "don't be sorry, baby. you're doing what you've got to. i trust you."

he didn't say anything again, instead turning off the faucet and turning in your embrace to hug you fully, his head tucked in your neck as he held you tightly to him. you mumbled something he couldn't quite hear as you adjusted your hold to be around his neck, one hand running over his hair soothingly.

"what do you need? you wanna shower?" you asked, pulling back to look him in the eyes. "are you wanting to talk about it?" when he didn't answer, you tilted your head to try to meet his eyes better, furrowing your brows as you furthered in a gentle tone, "what was it?"

"same old, same old," he muttered, shaking his head. "dad called. someone needed to be taken to the train station... it just sucks sometimes."

"i know," you mumbled, running a hand through his hair to keep it from falling in his eyes. "i'm sorry you have to be the one to do it."

"i'm a dutton," he sighed. "i've got to."

you didn't say anything to that, knowing damn well the way the ranch worked and the things it required of the family. hell, you'd been asked to do a fair few things you weren't entirely comfortable with during your time here - it's just how the yellowstone was ran.

so instead, you grabbed his hands and pulled him backwards towards the shower. you pushed him to sit at the edge of the tub, pressing a kiss to his forehead before crouching and tugging the boots off his feet. then came the socks, and then you both worked in tandem to remove his belt and jeans. he stood to take off his boxers, you moving to the side to pull your shirt over your head before you thought twice.

"do you want me with you or do you need time?" you asked as he pulled the shower door open, the steam instantly beginning to calm the pressure headache that had begun to form in his temples. he looked at you, shaking his head slowly.

"come here, please," he said. you smiled gently, quickly pulling off your clothes as he stepped into the shower. you slid in after him, shutting the glass door behind you. you quickly spotted the bloody and dirtied areas of his skin, reaching around his to pool some body wash in your hands.

"here, let me help you, baby," you told him as you foamed the soap a bit and began running it over his back. he visibly relaxed, a soft sigh slipping passed his lips as your fingers pressed into his sore muscles.

he hung his head, his wet bangs falling in his eyes as he shut them. he felt childish having his wife bathe him like this, but he needed you, and if this was how you wanted to comfort him he wasn't one to argue. he felt his heart lighten with every speck of blood that was washed down the drain, his conscience easing as the day's work was cleaned from him.

"i didn't know who it was." your movements paused for a moment before you continued rinsing his arms, beginning to pump shampoo in your hands to get to his dirty hair. "i didn't know his name or what he did to deserve to die. i just listened to my father and took care of whatever mess the guy had caused."

"was it easier?" you asked gently, almost on your tiptoes as you scrubbed his scalp. "not knowing him?"

he sighed. "i thought it would be. but, it just made it worse. i don't know if he had kids, a wife, a family who's waiting for a man who's never coming home. i don't know if whatever he did is actually worthy of death or if i should've just dropped him off in the middle of wyoming. i don't know anything. and that feels like shit."

"i'm sorry," you told him, finishing with his hair and pulling on his shoulder lightly to turn him towards you. it was then that you noticed the tears slipping down his cheeks, the man trying to blink them away before you reached up to wipe them away yourself. you offered a sad smile, hands moving to run up and down his arms slowly. "i'm so sorry, kayce. you shouldn't have to have that on your conscience."

"it's okay," he sighed. he pulled a thin smile to his lips. "i'm okay."

"we don't have to talk about it anymore, but it's not okay, and you don't have to be okay," you said, matching his smile sadly. "i love you, you know that right? through thick and thin."

"i love you too," he told you, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your lips despite the water falling over his face. when he pulled back, you wiped a few spots of red off his cheek, your smile growing to hopefully bring him some comfort. he pecked your lips slowly again. "can we go to bed?"

"let's go, cowboy," you told him. you quickly made your way out of the shower, wrapping him in a large towel before you did the same from yourself, both of you moving into the bedroom to change.

you pulled on a simple black pair of shorts and one of kayce's old tshirts as he pulled on some boxers, moving quickly to your bed and falling into the mattress. after flicking off the lights, you followed after him, climbing in by his side comfortably.

"you okay?" you asked, looking up to the outline of his face as he held you close to him. he sighed.

"i will be," he answered before pressing a kiss to your forehead. "thank you, darlin'. i don't know what i'd do without you."

"wash your own body," you hummed with a light laugh. "i know i can't help much, kace, but i'm happy to try whatever i can."

"well i appreciate it, baby," he told you, pressing another, final kiss to your forehead. "i love you. goodnight."

"i love you too. goodnight, kayce."

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