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phoenixyfriend · 1 year

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Does anyone need cold weather prep references for the winter cyclone hitting most of the US?

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Please keep in mind that as cold as the forecasts say, it's going to be much colder for windchill; for instance, the 20F weather in NY is going to be augmented by 50mph winds. Keep safe and be prepared for power outages.

#winter #winter storm #winter cyclone #current events #united states

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tropes-and-tales · 2 months

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You'd Be Surprised

For the super-late Winter Prompts (2023 Edition)! The master list can be found here!

This one was requested by the patient @justreblogginfics!

"From Sad Christmas prompts: #9 (being dumped before the holidays) with Beau "Cyclone" Simpson"

CW: Light angst (talk of infidelity).

Word Count: 1841

Vice Admiral Beau Simpson is deep in thought, lost in the pile of reports and memos on his desk when a soft knock at his door draws him out of his focus.

“Come in,” he calls out, and the door opens to admit you.

TOPGUN, Beau often says, runs on its support staff—many of them civilians, like you. Tech support, human resources, finance and accounting…it all keeps the machinery running smoothly so he and his pilots can focus on training, on missions, on testing new tech.

It’s always a balancing act, working with the civilian support corp. There’s a level of respect, of course, but he can’t quite ask his HR representative to drop and give him a hundred push-ups if his pension paperwork is wrong. Beau has to walk the fine line of being professional without being a drill sergeant, and sometimes he struggles.

He’s never struggled with you, though.

You’re pretty, but Beau is mostly immune to pretty women, since he’s always put his career above relationships and dating. You’re funny, but no one would ever accuse Beau of having much of a sense of humor.

No—with you, it was your competence that caught his eye first. You’re that rare blend of book-smart, experienced, and emotionally apt. You have an aura of wisdom, a whole cool-and-collected schtick that seems to act on those around you. You run your department as well as Beau runs TOPGUN, but you manage to inspire your team without the threat of calisthenics.

You’re the sharpest person Beau has ever met, and if he’s mostly immune to pretty women, he’s an absolute goner around smart ones. He’s been in love with you since the day he sat in one of your meetings and watched you corral a bunch of egomaniac, hot-headed career military men without breaking a sweat.

The only issue? You’re engaged.

You’ve been engaged for as long as Beau has known you. Engaged to a grunt in the Coast Guard, the mediocre sort of man that Beau has seen a thousand times in the military: enlisted because of some vague, Hollywood-fed misplaced notion of bad-assery, does the bare minimum, barely managed to rise to the rank of petty officer. For all your amazing traits, your relationship seems to be a blind spot to you, because no matter what angle Beau examines it from, he can’t for the life of him see why you bother.

He tried to draw you out, just the once. The two of you had been holding a working dinner in his office, and the conversation had drifted into the personal over dim sum. Beau had pointed his chopsticks in the direction of your left hand, made a mild joke about the Coast Guard not paying your fiance enough to afford a bigger diamond.

He felt like shit immediately afterwards, the way your face fell at the comment, the way you tucked your hand away on your lap and replied with something slightly defensive. But then you added, almost to yourself, that at least you’d gotten a ring, finally, so Beau guessed that there was an entire roiling ocean beneath your calm façade.

Still, he apologized that night, then again the next day, and then again at least three more times before you had smiled at him and told him not to worry about it.

The two of you have been on firm footing ever since, like Beau’s fumbling joke never happened—and he loves that about you too, how you move past things, how you don’t hold a grudge.

But now, as you enter his office, he can immediately tell that something is off. You look just the same, but that calming aura of yours feels off. It’s like big spiky thorns of some emotion (Anger? Frustration?) are threaded through, and it follows you like a storm cloud as you set a sheaf of paperwork in front of him.

Beau arches his eyebrows at you, but you miss the gesture. A beat later, he asks, “everything alright?”

“Fine, sir.” It comes out terse, bitten-off, like you’re clenching your jaw.

“You sure?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

Beau watches you for a beat longer, but you only stare back at him, impassive, so he turns to the paperwork. That’s when he notices it, and he’s not sure how he didn’t notice it immediately because it’s been the proverbial stone in his craw since he fell for you.

Your left ring finger is bare. The cheap-looking metal band, the paltry diamond—it’s missing. There’s nothing there but the faintest line, a stripe of skin slightly paler than your usual skin tone.

You notice when he notices. He glances up and meets your gaze, and it’s no longer impassive. There’s an entire novel written in your expression: pain and anger and sadness, and a hint of challenge to see how he might react or what he may say.

If you’re expecting him to make another joke in poor taste, he disappoints you. He gestures at the chair across from him and offers for you to sit, and then he asks again, far softer, “is everything alright?”

You sit down, but you don’t answer him other than offering a faint shake of your head.

“You want to talk about it?”

Another shake of the head. “No, sir, but thank you.”

“You sure?”

That makes you smile, even for a brief second. “I don’t think relationship woes fall under the purview of a vice admiral.”

Beau smiles back at you. “You’d be surprised.”

You shake your head again, but you lift your hands in a helpless gesture before they fall back into your lap. “Nothing much to say, really. He was cheating, and he had been for a long time. I have no idea how I never noticed it.”

If anyone would have ever questioned the selflessness of Beau’s love for you, this would prove it to them. At your news, he doesn’t feel relief for you to be single finally, and he doesn’t feel vindication that his bad impression of your fiancé was proven right. He only feels a low-burning fury at the man for hurting you. Beau, at his core, wants you to be happy…even if it isn’t with him.

But he’d love to be the one to make you happy, all the same.

“I’m sorry,” he tells you, earnest. “You didn’t deserve that.”

You shrug but don’t add more, and Beau can guess at part of your angst. The holidays are mere weeks away, and you are an unabashed Christmas-lover. You love nothing more than all the cliched stuff: baking and decorating and wearing ugly sweaters and drinking spiced wine while Bing Crosby croons in the background. It’s your time of the year, but now? Now you’re facing it single and devastated by being cheated on.

Beau hates to see you looking so sad now, so he adds, “want me to pull some strings and get him posted somewhere terrible?”

It does the trick: it makes you smile again. “He loves the ocean. Hence the Coast Guard. Nowhere is terrible for him.”

“Atlantic Area has Station Chicago. As far from an ocean as a guy can get in the States.”

Your smile widens. “He does hate the Midwest.”

“Say the word and I’ll make a call.”

“How fast can you get him there? I’d really love to see his Christmas fucked up, y’know? Since he fucked up mine.”

It startles a laugh out of Beau. He’s never heard you swear before, and he’s never heard you express any emotion even in the vicinity of vengeance. Despite the circumstances, he finds he likes it. There’s a bit of fire to you, and he never would have guessed at it before.

“Don’t let him fuck up your holiday season,” he says. “Not to sound like some best friend in a Hallmark movie, but he’s not worth it.”

That startles a laugh out of you. “And how do you know about the tropes of a Hallmark movie, exactly?”

“You’d be surprised.”

The smile on your face turns soft. “I suppose I can skip the dramatic post-breakup haircut and rally for the sake of Yuletide cheer.”

“That’s my girl,” he says, and the nickname slides out of his mouth so easily that he doesn’t even notice until the words hit you. He sees your eyes widen the barest fraction, your smile turning a fraction uncertain around the edges, but you don’t say anything so the moment passes and you turn to the business at hand.

You walk him through the preliminary budget reports you and your team pulled together. Beau makes up for the awkward moment by asking more questions than usual, asking about certain earmarks and program details. You answer each question with your usual cool competence, but when he chances a look at you, you have the same soft, slightly uncertain smile on your face.

You noted the nickname. Beau knows you won’t forget it anytime soon. A lesser man might despair at showing his cards right out of the gate, but Beau didn’t become a vice admiral by waffling about what he wants.

He wants you. He’s wanted you since he first started working with you. No sense in pretending otherwise. Coy games of cat-and-mouse are for Hallmark movies and children. He’s a grown man, and you’re a grown woman, and he will respect your need to recover from your disappointing engagement ending, but he won’t pretend that he isn’t interested, once you’re ready.

Once the reports are reviewed, signed, and rubber-stamped, he hands them back to you. You take them, stand up, and you start to turn towards the door, but he stops you by asking, “are you still planning on going to Warlock’s holiday party?”

That same soft smile with a hint of hesitation before you shrug, then nod.

“I thought I might skip it. Stay home with a tub of ice cream, you know? But maybe I’m rallying faster than I thought I would,” you tell him.

“I’m glad to hear it. I hope you can make it.”

Another nod and you turn to leave, but when you lay your hand on the doorknob, you pause and turn back to face him.

“Thank you, sir. I…appreciate it.”

“Beau.” He says it softly, like if he barks it out as an order, he might scare you away. It isn’t mandatory that you call him “sir” like you do—you’ve always just extended that level of respect—but the two of you have just shared a moment, and he’s loathed to let you feel like you’re on uneven footing.

When you’re ready, and when Beau makes his move, he wants to make sure you’re absolutely clear on this point: you’re equals, and he’s not a vice admiral but just a man, and you’re not a member of staff but just a woman.

“You can call me Beau,” he adds, and then you do—you nod, and you say his name, and it makes that soft smile on your face bloom into something brighter.

#beau simpson #beau simpson imagine #beau cyclone simpson #cyclone simpson #cyclone simpson imagine #cyclone imagine #top gun maverick #winter prompts 2023 #tropes and tales

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ostdrossel · 1 year

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It was a day

with crazy weather day here in Michigan today. I only went out heavily bundled-up and was nervous to get on the ladder to replenish the peanut butter on the tree because it was so windy. There was good bird activity, but the light was also bad and everybody literally was out there trying to survive. Here are two photos from today though. A MoDo fighting off a Starling, and a Starling with an ice crown. These guys are so nuts they took baths today. It was so cold that the splashes froze on the lens and I had to de-freeze it several times. I hope you are all in a warm spot, good night! Hoping for snow and sun tomorrow!

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coyotix · 1 year

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can’t remember if i’d already said this, but wof au where the jade winglet (except umber bc we ran out of people) die in the library explosion, and darkstalker has just enough animus magic to bring one dragon back (ITS AN AU SHUT UP) so they all sing angrily at each other about their dreams except carnelian got decapitated and kinkajou is a capitalist asshole

yeah it’s ride the cyclone

#wings of fire #wof #jade winglet #wof jade winglet #moonwatcher #kinkajou wof #winter wof #qibli #turtle wof #carnelian wof #quinter #qinter #ride the cyclone #wof au #wings of fire au #rtc #ride the cyclone au

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fuckyeahmarxismleninism · 1 year

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By Sharon Black

What happened in Buffalo is not an isolated incident, nor is it an “act of god or nature.” Disasters like this will continue and become more frequent, affecting millions across the U.S. Nor is it confined to this country.

Workers and oppressed communities urgently need to organize and act. Our lives depend on it.

#buffalo #winter storm #disaster #capitalism #racism #repression #Byron Brown #Erie County #climate crisis #climate change #Sharon Black #Struggle La Lucha #bomb cyclone

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nibblelinephym · 1 year

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ocean and menorah puppy dog eyes (for the art requests)

ocean o'connell rosenberg you mean everything 2 me...

#my art #ride the cyclone #rtc #ocean o'connell rosenberg #ocean rtc #put her in a little sweater for the cold winter months stay warm out there girl

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laguettler · 1 year

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It's only a bomb cyclone if it comes from the bombe cyclonée region of France. Otherwise it's just sparkling cold.

#winter #bomb cyclone #France

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rowenabean · 10 months

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today at church I was chatting to one of our new pastors (been in town since Easter) and she said "this rain is something else, I've been praying about it because I've never felt any rain like it maybe there's something spiritual at work" and like. this is my problem with very pentecostal pentes. because I feel like this is a Prime Case of attributing things to spiritual forces without sufficient information

I fully believe it may be the most rain she's ever felt. It was a lot of rain. But for us? Those of us who've lived here a while? This is the 5th? 6th? very heavy rain event in the last 18 months, not even particularly bad in terms of rainfall, if you want someone to blame it's definitely climate change (and also possibly la nina)(although I was hoping that we would have a dry patch with the switch to el nino and unfortunately, the rain)

#when i say very heavy rain event i mean >100mm in town generally #although whether i remember it or not probably has more to do with whether places flooded or bridges were out #but like. nov 21. march 22. june 22 (? there was one in winter i'm not 100% sure which month). 2 cyclones. the OTHER heavy rain event in fe #AFTER the cyclone. like this event isn't special #of course each event the water table gets higher and higher and the infrastructure gets incrementally worse #so the level of DAMAGE done is not always proportionate to rainfall #idk. like i'm somewhat pentecostal but also sometimes things are just the consequence of our own actions (not dealing with the climate)#i feel like the burden of proof is higher if you want to attribute things to spiritual forces #faith musings #the pastors are lovely don't get me wrong but they are WAY more pente than me

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madwickedawesome · 1 year

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want to hear me talk about mischa just kidding u r following the mischa blog ur gonna hear either way anyways heres him as a dog

also he loves brown swiss cows sorry i study animal science

cat mischie

ohfyck wrong picture sory all good now

thats the real pic he is an east euro shepherd tho i dont make the rules ok bye guys!!!!!!

#i wrote this in a daze #whilst listening to vivaldi winter no less #its ok im chill btw #rtc #ride the cyclone #mischa bachinski #i love moscha ………..

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merelygifted · 1 year

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Potential Bomb Cyclone, Great Lakes Blizzard Ahead | Weather.com

1st image: Winter storm alerts, watches and advisories already issued by the National Weather Service, as of December 19th at 2 PM EST.

A major storm – named Winter Storm Elliott by The Weather Channel – could become a bomb cyclone over the Midwest later this week and bring blizzard conditions to parts of the Great Lakes as well as high winds to the East Coast, snarling travel in the days leading up to the Christmas holiday weekend.

This developing storm will also usher in bitterly cold air to much of the nation as far south as Texas, the Gulf Coast and Florida. For the latest, complete forecast on this cold snap, click here. ...

... Bomb Cyclone Perspective

We mentioned earlier that this winter storm could become a bomb cyclone.

As a rule of thumb, meteorologists refer to a strengthening low as "bombing out" or undergoing bombogenesis if its minimum surface pressure drops by at least 24 millibars in 24 hours or less, though how much a pressure drops depends on a storm's latitude.

Meteorologists frequently discuss pressure in terms of millibars, rather than inches of mercury. The lower the pressure in a storm, the more intense it is.

And the greater [the] difference in pressure over an area, the stronger the winds.

Winter Storm Elliott has the potential to plunge to a pressure that could threaten December low-pressure records in the Great Lakes, according to data compiled by Weather Prediction Center meteorologist David Roth. ...

Bombogenesis!

*Bombogenesis!*

*BOMBOGENESIS!*

#Happy Crimble!#eeesh!#Meteorology #bomb cyclones #winter storm elliott #winter storms #scary as hell #Bombogenesis!#OMFG #WTAF #winter sucks

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emptyspace2001 · 1 year

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In light of recent events and since a bomb cyclone is headed our way before Christmas: who pissed off the snow miser?

#snow miser #rankin/bass #winter #bomb cyclone #christmas

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