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Michael B. Jordan, winner of the Entertainer Of The Year Award, presented By Toyota, and the Outstanding Actor In A Motion Picture Award for “Sinners” poses in the Trophy Lounge during the 57th NAACP Image Awards 🤎🤎🤎
Tornado touchdown, Northern Colorado, 2015
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there’s a lot of stupid scary shit in project 2025 but killing the national weather service for me (a weather nerd who has hyperfixated on this kind of stuff for years) is one of the least thought through decisions, especially with how bad tornadoes and hurricanes have gotten over the years.
like… the NWS is who alerts people about oncoming tornadoes… take that away and now you have thousands of sitting ducks who don’t know that death is barreling toward them. Despite all of the rampant destruction we’ve seen from tornadoes in even the last year alone, deaths from those events have remained in the single digits. Why? Because the NWS and NOAA have worked tirelessly to increase the amount of warning time people have between when a tornado is spotted and when it’s predicted to hit. If I remember correctly, they’ve managed to bring it from seconds of advance warning to up to 16-20 minutes, time that is instrumental in saving lives. Take that away, and now you have people scrambling around trying to figure out what’s happening on their own.
Not to mention the amount of time and research they pour into predicting tragic events like Hurricane Helene and other disasters in waiting. Idk, it’s just…
Tagged by @wildehacked for snippet Saturday! Here’s something from uhhh untitled bad weather fic:
Bobby drove like shit most of the time, rain didn’t really have an effect on it. Well- not like shit, really, he knew what he was doing. He just cut sideways through 5 lanes of angry traffic and took corners going 50, and smirked at you in his smug midwestern way when you grabbed for the oh shit handle, the bastard. But he never hit anything. Never once even skidded in a puddle. They were on a grocery run once, Eddie and Bobby, back years ago, sometime after Shannon when things were still rocky with Buck and Eddie hadn’t almost drowned yet. It was raining, they hydroplaned, Eddie said “Oh, fuck!” but Bobby had stayed calm as anything, gently kept his foot on the acceleration, coasted till they hit solid ground. And he’d laughed at Eddie’s face when they’d parked. That old asshole.
He was always perfectly happy in the wet and cold. When Buck’s fingers turned a little blue and he’d start to teeth-chatter Bobby would tease him, merciless. These Californians I’d understand, he’d smile, a thumb jabbed back at a booing Hen and Chim. But you grew up in the snow, kid, what’s the matter with you?
And Buck would pout and roll his eyes and say I ran away and went to Peru for a reason, and Bobby would make hot chocolate and just so happen to do the upstairs laundry so the blankets from the couch would be all drier hot. Never tucked him in or anything, but as far as gestures go it was clean glass transparent.
Tagging @bigfootsmom @iinryer @glorious-spoon @ anybody who’s got some to share, if you wanna!