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americanhell · 10 months

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rabbitmilk · 4 months

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7.16.23

#photography #ohio #marysville ohio #2023 #july 2023 #july #summer #summer storms #summer storm #ndn artists on tumblr #native artists on tumblr

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softlyapollo · 11 months

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officially at the part of the summer where it looks like the world is going to end at around 5pm every evening

#storm season #storms #summer storms #skies #clouds #thunderstorms my beloved #florida #nature

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emmmsie · 9 months

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Florida summer storms

#Florida #Thunder #Lightning #storms #summer storms #storm #florida living #nature #thundering #lightning storm #naturist #photography #photographer #perfect timing

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mumblelard · 9 months

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grace or not to me

i only had a nightstand on one side of my bed for a long while. the space where it would go always looked off to me and it could be inconvenient not having a place over there for someone to rest a glass of water or a phone. for a long time, i looked for something. i finally found a nice one at the thrift store, a little worn like it had some stories to tell, but not so battered that it wouldn't survive telling them. now, the lack of space looks funny, but i'm enjoying getting used to it

#with the pillar i had finally removed myself altogether #summer storms #lakes #boba #three fingers mumblelard #how i rose from the dead in my spare time and you can too #and that would fix everything

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i-did-not-mean-to · 10 months

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Stormwatch

This first week starts off with @maalezzo's request for Bagginshield.

I have no idea what that drink is, but I would love to get a recipe and try it out :)

Thank you so much for this request! It was a pleasure to write it!

Words: 1k

Characters: Thorin x Bilbo

Prompt: Summer Storms (and cocktails)

Warnings: Innuendo

"What is this exactly?" Thorin asked, his dark brows furrowed with distrust and curiosity.

Even after all his years living abroad, his dwarvish nature made him wary of foods and beverages not formerly known to him—this unwavering petulance was one of the many things he was benevolently mocked for by his lover.

Unfortunately for both his stubborn prudence and his waist, living with Bilbo included a lot of new culinary experiences and this seemingly calm Saturday evening was no exception.

"It's a butter pecan whiskey sour," Bilbo repeated in his most patronising voice.

Nevertheless, he gave that stubborn head a fond pat as he sat by Thorin's side next to the open window and gave a satisfied, thrumming sigh.

"I love a good summer storm, don't you?" he asked wistfully as he leaned against the broad, sturdy shoulder of his beloved king.

Shrugging sheepishly, Thorin took a sip of his cocktail and allowed the corners of his mouth to quirk upwards with genuine delight.

More than storms, summer or otherwise, he loved sitting here with his beloved while nursing one of those outlandish but delicious concoctions Bilbo frequently came up with when Thorin had his back turned.

"I was quite intimidated by them as a pebble," he then confessed. "Inside the mountain, it felt as if the whole kingdom would come crashing down on our heads."

At that, Bilbo gave a sympathetic hum, intertwining the fingers of his free hand with Thorin's broad, sturdy digits consolingly.

"Later," Thorin went on, "it became even worse. Our lodgings—while in exile—left much to be desired, you understand."

Thorin fell silent as if embarrassed by this confession; Bilbo knew that he did not relish thinking back on these days of deprivation and despair, so he never pressed Thorin on the matter.

"Of course," Thorin then chuckled, evidently decided that he wouldn't let his ghosts ruin a perfectly comfortable summer evening with his lover, "back then, nobody would bring me cocktails and expect me to watch the storm ravage the landscape as if it was a marvellous spectacle."

"Isn't it?" Bilbo asked kindly even as a flash of lightning cut through the swirling blacks and blues of a stormy sky.

He waited until the angry roar of the thunder had rolled past and then smiled up at Thorin encouragingly.

"It is just like you—monumental, potentially lethal, and utterly beautiful—wouldn't you agree?"

Sputtering, Thorin took another gulp of his drink to gain some time; he never quite knew how to reply to the poetic declarations of admiration and love Bilbo came up with every so often.

"I am hardly a force of nature," he then opined feebly, "otherwise, I would have finished the fence you've asked me to build."

Waving an indolent hand, Bilbo lifted his own glass to his quirking lips.

"Never mind the fence now, dearest heart, we'll have plenty of time for that, once the storm is over. Let's just sit here and admire our half-finished work."

"Hobbits," Thorin muttered under his breath with undeniable affection; these strangely resilient, pugnacious creatures seemed to delight in all things natural in ways he was only beginning to fully comprehend.

There was an innate fearlessness about Bilbo that never stopped amazing and humbling Thorin.

While he had not been afraid of thunderstorms for many long years, the dwarven king would not have claimed that he enjoyed them immensely hitherto.

Now, he was willing to amend that assessment though for he could not deny that there was something profoundly comforting and cosy about the way Bilbo was curled up against his ribs, sighing every time the storm unleashed its destructive violence upon the unsuspecting but enduring land.

When the pitter-patter of rain turned into a vehement, deafening downpour, Thorin even found himself smiling with quiet satisfaction.

"Will your flowers survive?" he asked teasingly.

"Of course," Bilbo replied with all the vexation of an experienced gardener. "The Shire blossoms are hardier than they look."

"Don't I know that?" Thorin chuckled and pressed a tender kiss onto the mop of ever-curlier hair—the moisture and static in the air exacerbated the naturally messy look of that tangle of honey-coloured locks in unexpected but delightful ways indeed.

To his surprise, Bilbo turned away from the window and tilted his face up to welcome another onslaught of quite a different kind than the one they were witnessing still from the corners of their eyes.

Instead of punishing droplets of water, his soft skin was soon covered with passionate kisses.

In many a way, it felt as if the unbridled enthusiasm of the tempest was infectious and had invaded their very systems to cleanse them of old inhibitions.

Hidden from any prying eyes by a curtain of rain and the impenetrable darkness of the storm, they held on to each other desperately, clutching blindly at clothes and exchanging messy, sticky kisses.

"Oh, how I love you," Thorin exclaimed ardently as he drained his glass before plunging back into the bottomless pit of Bilbo's desire.

Much later, he lazily looked up from where he lay on the floor—comfortably entangled in Bilbo's limbs—to the deserted windowsill.

Picking up his empty glass, he gave it a little shake.

"Would it be too much to ask to beg for a refill? I think it shall be storming for another few hours."

Heavy-lidded and sleepy, Bilbo raised his head as well; his pride did not allow him to let any guest of this house go thirsty, so he pulled himself up slowly.

"You want to go on watching?" he asked, sincerely astonished.

Thorin merely hummed his acquiescence and winked conspiratorially.

"I'll get the blankets and you get the drinks?"

"It's a date," Bilbo laughed and sauntered back into the kitchen, his heart full and his stomach empty.

Eyeing the box of freshly baked scones sitting on the counter, he shrugged and grabbed it along with their topped-up glasses. A part of him sincerely hoped that this tempest would never end.

@fellowshipofthefics This kicks off the third week.

Lots of love from me!

#og post #fotfics july event #Thilbo #Bagginshield #Thorin x Bilbo #Summer Storms #Cocktails #fotfics summer stories #Week 3 #Bilbo #IDNMT writes #Thorin #fanfiction #writing #tolkien writing #jrrt

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barbietrailerpark · 10 months

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shots of storm clouds while moving

#storm clouds #photography #country roads take me home #country roads #backroads #storm brewin #Kentucky #Kentucky home #bluegrass state #southern gothic #twister #rain #summer storms #midwest #cornfields #dark clouds #my photos

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imfuckingwasted · 4 months

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#aesthetic #2023 #weather #summer #summer storms #pennsylvania #pittsburgh #appalachia #thunderstorm #cloud #clouds #cumulonimbus #united states #august #USA #PA #wx #wxtumblr

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kitharion · 11 months

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#cannot stop thinking about this moment that my partner caught while we were at work #pardon me swearing in the background #lightning #summer storms

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feralchaton · 9 months

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It's raining It's pouring...

#time to dance in the rain #favorite weather #😁#summer storms

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americanhell · 10 months

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the-life-of-lady-p · 10 months

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Nothing like a beautiful sunset after a crazy summer storm 🤍🌅

#zen #sunset #storm clouds #rainyday #summer storms

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crazycatsiren · 10 months

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Ah, I hear thunder rumbling in the distance again. Zeus be praised! 🌩

#religious ramblings #zeus #deities #hellenic pantheon #weather #thunderstorm #summer storms

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johnschneiderblog · 8 months

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Is 'heat lightning' really a thing ...?

Lying in bed Wednesday night, kept awake by the silent flashes of light outside my window, thinking "heat lightning" and wondering how heat alone can cause lightning.

I looked it up. The answer: it can't

"Heat lightning." sometimes called "silent lightning," "summer lightning" or "dry lightning" is a misnomer. It's really just plain old lightning from distant thunderstorms - too far away for us to see the actual bolts or hear the thunder.

Speaking of storms, a doozy struck us last night. It was anything but silent. A tornado siren sent us to the basement for the first time since we move here 24 years ago.

We're now without electricity, which, way out here, means no water. What fun!

(Disclaimer: The photo is from the Internet; I stood on our deck in the wee hours and tried to shoot it, but I couldn't get the timing right before the rain came.)

#John Schneider #“heat lightning” is just plain lightning that's far away #summer storms

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msannabiz · 11 months

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This is what happens when you miss the Tornado Warnings, rain and hail, and the storm all together. You get a front row show to the summer lightening storms in the country.

Even though astrophotography is my main passion, this was cool and amazing to experience this past Thursday in North Texas. I will say, storm chasing IS NOT for the weak. The wind gusts worried me about my equipment, but the fact that we didn’t hit ANY of the storms on the way out of the city was great.

Nature is beautifully terrifying.

Cheers✨

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mumblelard · 9 months

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finnie came over after work last night and we sat at my kitchen table, drinking tequila with tooth cracking cold bottles of grape pop and talking about the abandoned house behind the old school, rabid beavers, strawberry soju, the loose lioness, interstate latex fires, locket cats, and last days. it was a nice night

#cousins both fallen and not fallen yet #knife cousins #sunset #summer storms #water from your eyes #seventeen turtle days #recreational vandalism #pastel de nata #hummingbird moths #quantum animism #bull sluice #purple juice #pepperoni panpsychism #sweetwater creek #district twelve #more than one drink of bourbon and i have a compulsive need to hear the sound of breaking glass #she thinks the nice lady's slow predictable movements would make her easy to hunt #and that would fix everything

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