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#Finding Hope
soulinkpoetry · 3 months
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Dreamers know where to look and it’s not the ground, but the sky. They hold their head up high because they know the stars hold all the hope they’re seeking.
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nescaveckwriter · 23 days
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Finding Hope - Spilled Coffee (Part One) 😱
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Line: Attacked in their sleep 😱 will be in bold
A/N: YAY! My first one for @badthingshappenbingo 🤭, I'm pretty excited about this, its my first 'Criminal Minds - Fanfic' ☺️ so and its right in my favourite zone, so too say. I hope y'all enjoy this, it's going to be a whole series (almost like the tv series) 🤩 let me know if y'all like it💕 much love my bugsies 🐞💕
Warnings: 18+ Only! Some language, blood and gore, normal Criminal Minds stuff, going into depth off crime scenes etc, anything else I missed let me know💕
Characters: Aaron Hotchner, Dr. Spencer Reid, Penelope Garcia, Derek Morgan, JJ, Emily Prentiss, Meredith Lang.
Cover: Created by me. Also images from Pinterest and Canva.
Words:2143 😅
Chapter Name: Spilled Coffee (Part One)
Tring! Tring! The alarm clock gets louder and louder until the small hand, slaps it of the bedside table. Retreating her arm, till it's tucked under her pillow, adjusting her head a little so that her cheek gets all snug in the satin like pillow case. Not once opening her eyes, just her dark eyebrows furrowed at the noise. Stuck between the place of fast asleep, but still conscious enough, to know what's going on around you. As her body get swallowed up by the comfort of her queen sized bed, and her face relaxes, searching for the dream she just had, her cellphone starts ringing. Reaching for the vibrating phone, playing the music of Bon Jovi's I'll be there for you'
 Her voice revealing that she's still halfway asleep... "Hello" the voice on the other end , filled with love and sweetness "Sweetie, I knew I had to call you, you never had such thing as time"
Confusion evident "Mom? Something wrong?"
Elderly laughter fills the speaker "no sweetie, aren't you starting your new job today?"
Her closed eyes flung open, "what! Mom I'm going to be so late, oh shit!"
"Sweetie language,";
"Sorry Mom, I better get my little behind moving"
"Okay sweetie I'll say goodbye now,"
"No, no please Mom, I'll put you on speaker, so that we can still chat, while I get ready"
Hearing the joy in her mother's voice "That'll be great sweetie" clearing her throat "are you excited for today?"
"Yes Mom, I just hope this new team is going to like me and we're going to fit in with eachother"
Clicking her tongue "oh sweetie, they will love you, everybody does!"
Laughter filling the newly unfurnished apartment "Mom, I'm sure your the only one who thinks that"
Her mother's voice starts to break "Sweetie, it's nothing dangerous right? Your just doing paperwork and profiling people from the inside of your office?"
"Yes mom, I don't go into the field, I am just like a analyst okay, stop worrying," clearing her voice "I'm going to say goodbye now Mom, need to finish up and then find the office, I love you to the moon and back"
"I'll never stop worrying about my children," letting a giggle escapes her lips "its my work! Sweetie please take care of yourself and I love you far and beyond" kissing sounds coming through the phone makes her laugh "you too Mom" blowing a kiss back, before she ends the call.
 The laughter stops, after the call ended, she always feels so guilty, knowing she just lied to her Mom, who only thinks she does paperwork, well that, can't be further from the truth, she's a FBI Agent, who specializes in profiling and analyzing serial killers, rapist's, psychopath's and more and yes she's a field agent, but she'll never tell her mother that, she won't sleep at night, knowing her only daughter is out there trying to catch these people.
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 Giving herself a once over before heading out the door, dressed in black dress pants, and a button up dark brownish shirt, letting her dark brown hair hang loosely over her shoulders and some black boots, without heels, if she needs to run after a suspect, she doesn't want to look like some flamingo trying to balance, laughing at her own comment she locks  the apartment door, and walks to her modest looking car, still the same little car her daddy gave her when she went to college. Starting the engine hearing the purring sound only a vintage Volkswagen beetle can make she drives, towards her new workplace feeling somewhere between excited and terrified, but ready for the new challenge.
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"Moring Babygirl" the smoky voice fills the bullpen 
The blonde plump women's smile lights up "Morning hot stuff" and so the morning ritual begins like every other morning, except, this morning there awaiting a new agent to start. 
The team sits down around the round table, drinking the coffee Rossi brought. Aaron Hotchner comes walking closer to join his team, his voice revealing the irritation his feeling, "This new agent is late by almost 30 minutes" the rest of the team shares glances at each other as they know, that there boss is not to happy right now. 
The women with the dark Egyptian hairstyle, speaks with a stern voice "Hotch maybe their just having some trouble finding the place, have you met him/her?"
 "No, the request came from the top, I just know his name is Edi Lang, but as for his skills, I have no idea" 
The older classy man looks at Hotch his best friend, "Just give him a chance"
"I agree with Rossi," the slender blonde women's voice is calming.
Hotchner just sits down, taking the takeaway cup in his hand, swallowing the  bitter liquid down.
The younger man with his light brownish hair starts to speak "According to experts at Harvard Medical School, chronic lateness is actually a positive indicator of how a person handles stress and can actually predict a longer life span for that person." saying as a matter of fact.
Morgan looks at him, mischief on his face "Trust boy genius to give us a little piece of Harvard"
Before he could reply someone comes walking through the door, dressed professionally, but looking a little lost, it's the sunny blonde who gets up and strides closer, her smile so inviting as she glances the woman over, at least 5f2' long dark hair, dressed as a FBI Agent, but something about her seems different done her friends. "Hey I'm Penelope Garcia and you are?" she sing-songs
A smile forms the women's heart-shaped lips her, voice sweet "Hello nice too meet you, I'm Edi Lang" 
Penelope let's out a giggle "You're the new agent? Well welcome" she pulls the new comer into a hug.
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She can't help but to hug this eccentric friendly women back, she kind of needed the hug. Something tells her, they are going to become good friends.  The rest of the team comes closer, it's first Hotchner that speaks, his voice stern, his face strong, his jawline, revealing the frustration. 
"Agent Lang, you're late" 
Quickly analyzing him, figuring out he's probably her boss, "Sir, I'm really sorry, I might have over slept and then I had to get a coffee and Starbucks was full, and well I can't function without my cup of Jo" she let's out a giggle. The man with his short brown hair, now has a even deeper frown crinkling between his eyebrows. He holds out his hand to shake the new agents hand, but as she reaches over, adjusting the cup of coffee from her right to her left hand, her handbag slides down her shoulder knocking the cup of coffee, onto the bosses white shirt and striped tie.
Her eyes widens, "Oh shit, I'm so sorry sir, Let me help you clean that" He just glares at her his brown eyes piercing hers, "Leave it, I got a spare in my office" 
Running her hand over her face, sighing "that is the best first impression ever Edi" mumbling to herself.
The handsome, tall man laughs. "You are not what we expected for sure, Edi? I'm Derek Morgan" he holds out to shake her hand.
While shaking his hand she begins to speak. "Nice to meet you Agent Morgan"
The other two women comes walking the dark haired women, speaks first , "Nice to meet you, I am Emily Prentiss" 
The women with the blonde shoulder length hair shakes her hand next "I'm Jennifer Jareau, but please call me JJ." 
Derek shoves his best friend closer, "This here is Boy wonder Dr. Spencer Reid, he doesn't shakes hands" letting out a giggle.
"Really Derek" the tall man glares at his friend
"Nice too meet you Dr. Reid" she smiles.
A smile tugs at his lips, as he looks at her, "Nice too meet you , wow, Only around 2% of people in the world have green eyes," 
Letting out a little laugh, "Oh really I didn't know that, now I feel extra special"
Garcia looks at her, "What type of name is Edi?" 
"Garcia, You can't ask her that" he scolds her, turning around to face the new comer "I'm David Rossi, if you want good coffee, and great recipes I'm the one you asks" he smiles
Laughing "Thank you, nice to meet you, and Penelope, it's okay, my name is Meredith, but please call me Edi, only my moms, calls me Meredith when she's angry at me" 
Laughter fills the bullpen, Hotchner look out from his office, a smile tugging, trying to profile this woman, but not quite getting there just yet, all he knows, so far, she seems to be outgoing, friendly, clumsy and late.
After she met everyone, Garcia gave her, her desk, which is just a desk in front of Dr. Reid's, she sit there, adjusting her office chair to be slightly higher so that she can sit with her torso at the edge, instead of her chest. Cussing herself for not wearing heels, as her feet is a bit lifted in the air. Taking the only thing she took for her office desk, out of her handbag. Placing the photo frame on the right side of her desk. 
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Derek's husky voice behind her makes her startled, "Hey, if you need anything just howler."
"Thank you, I will" 
He picks up the picture frame, it's a older photo of Edi and some blonde girl, there in a parking lot, about sixteen - seventeen year old Edi, in a shopping cart, laughing as the other girl pushes her. "Your sister?"
Letting out a sad laugh "No, sort of, my best friend Hope, it's a reminder so to say"
"Oh nice, it looks like you two were having fun" he says before walking away, knowing he shouldn't pry.
Just shaking her head, mumbling underneath her breath, "we had so much fun that day" tracing over the photo. 
The team gets called into the bullpen, Garcia's voice sad " A married couple were attacked in their sleep, with what looks like a hammer, sad to say the wife didn't make it" clearing her voice, "but it doesn't look like it was the first time the unsub did this, I've got multiple other cases about three, in Wisconsin, Green Bay" 
Hotchner takes the file in his hands, getting out of his chair "Wheels up in ten, you ready Agent Lang"
The whole team just nods, and she just mimics a yes, as she get's up. 
While there up in the air, she hears Rossi, read a quote to himself "While seeking revenge dig two graves - one for yourself" Glancing at her new team, everyone is on the plane except Penelope, she's back at the office giving them guidance, the heart of any good team. 
While flipping through the file in front of her, trying to see what is the unsub motivation," four house invasions in total, and in each one the female victims doesn't make it, but the male does, the weapon of choice seems to be a hammer, its a brutal way to beat someone, but its as if the unsub doesn't want to put he's hands on the victims, as if his holding back, but he's also filled with so much rage, so pain, specifically towards women" reading over the one case file, closing her eyes, watching the scene play off in her mind " entering through the front door, as if I have a key, walking right past the two children's bedroom as if I know this house inside and out, straight to the main bedroom, first I'm bringing the hammer to the man, so that I can weaken him, then the rage is starting to build up, as I'm smashing this piece of metal all over the man's body, bringing intense fear in the woman, grinning as a throw the first blow to the women, hearing her fearful screams motivates me, giving me a sense of justice, like she's getting what she deserves, the more she cries and begs, the harder the beating. until finally she's left lifeless, not caring about how I leave the scene, I walk out leaving the bloody footprints everywhere, I'm confident, I fit in, yet I'm invisible enough so that, no one will suspect me." as she opens her eyes, the whole team is looking at her, as if she's gone crazy, realizing she must've said it out loud. stuttering "I...I'm sorry"
Rossi smirks "That was pretty quick analyzing done there, you might just fit in perfectly here" 
A slight blush creeping on her cheeks, by the older man's comment. The rest of the flight everyone is quiet and in their own little worlds, just Dr. Reid glancing at her now and then. But every time their eyes meets he looks away. Adjusting herself in the seat, so that she can get some sleep before she lands, knowing that the moment they land, it's going to be all hands on deck.
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rms-writes · 1 year
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Last Line Tag / Heads Up, Seven Up
tagged by @primroseprime2019 thank you!!
Last seven lines written from Finding Hope rewrite.
She analyzed him, moving in a slow circle, anticipating his next move. His face contorted with rage, and he swung. She dodged and he swung over her head. She threw a punch to his jaw, staggering him. He sent her a heated glare and dazedly swung again, barely missing her. She landed another hit on his cheek, flinching at the pain that shot through her hand and wrist. He grunted, throwing himself forward and tackling her to the ground. She vaguely heard Tyler shout something but couldn’t make it out.
@zmwrites, @eli-writes-sometimes, @the-stray-storyteller, @pen-for-sword, @blind-the-winds, @inkspellangel, @covenscribe
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I realise that healing and recovery is a conscious choice, it’s not an easy one but it will always be worth it. ❤️‍🩹
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harmonyhealinghub · 6 months
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Embracing the Power of Hope: A Guiding Light in Challenging Times
Shaina Tranquilino
September 18, 2023
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In a world that often seems engulfed by darkness, hope emerges as a powerful beacon of light, offering solace and strength to those who choose to embrace it. It is an intangible force that ignites our spirit, propels us forward, and empowers us to believe in better days. Regardless of the circumstances we find ourselves in, hope remains steadfast, reminding us that even amidst adversity, there is always room for optimism and possibility.
The Essence of Hope:
Hope is not merely wishful thinking or blind optimism; rather, it is a deep-rooted belief that things can improve despite the current challenges. It enables us to see beyond present difficulties and envision a brighter future. Hope fuels resilience within us, allowing us to weather storms with unwavering determination and perseverance.
Finding Hope in Adversity:
While life undoubtedly presents its share of trials and tribulations, it is precisely during these trying times that hope becomes most crucial. In moments of despair and uncertainty, holding onto hope provides comfort and reassurance. Even when faced with seemingly insurmountable obstacles, hope whispers words of encouragement and reminds us that every setback can be transformed into an opportunity for growth.
The Ripple Effect of Hope:
Hope possesses an inherent ability to inspire change not only within ourselves but also among those around us. When we radiate hopefulness through our actions and attitudes, we create a domino effect that uplifts others' spirits. By embodying hope as individuals, we become catalysts for positive transformation on both personal and collective levels.
Nurturing Hope:
1. Cultivating gratitude: Gratitude acts as fertile ground for growing seeds of hope. Appreciating the blessings in our lives nurtures an optimistic outlook on the future.
2. Surrounding oneself with positivity: Surround yourself with hopeful individuals who exude positive energy. Engage in activities that bring joy and inspire creativity, fostering an environment conducive to hope.
3. Setting realistic goals: Hope thrives when we set meaningful objectives for ourselves. Breaking down larger aspirations into smaller, achievable milestones allows us to maintain a sense of progress and accomplishment.
4. Embracing resilience: Recognize setbacks as temporary roadblocks rather than permanent failures. Resilience helps us bounce back from disappointments and fuels the flame of hope within us.
Hope is not a passive state but an active choice — a decision to believe in brighter days, even when circumstances may suggest otherwise. It empowers us to rise above adversity, embrace change, and work towards building a better future. Remember that hope is a renewable resource; it can be found within ourselves and shared with others through acts of kindness and compassion. By nourishing our own wellspring of hope, together, we can illuminate the world with its transformative power.
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ashhere1 · 1 year
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baby it's 3am, had you on my mind it's not the first time we've been through this..🤍
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oyemaggi · 7 months
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"Maybe we're not supposed to be happy. Maybe gratitude has nothing to do with joy. Maybe being grateful means recognizing what you have for what it is. Appreciating small victories. Admiring the struggle it takes simply to be human. Maybe we're thankful for the familiar things we know. And maybe we're thankful for the things we'll never know. At the end of the day, the fact that we have the courage to still be standing is reason enough to celebrate."
– Meredith Grey / On Being Grateful
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livelifeintentionally · 10 months
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Depression: The Big Black Dog and My Fight to Overcome
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a prayer before bed
Remember that prayer?
The one we did before bed?
maybe i was just weak,
but i constantly think about it.
About all the little things of it 
every word ingrained into my soul,
a soul, that lost its light some time ago
and the prayer constantly sings in it.
Well, i’m going to say it one more time
perhaps it will be answered by Him,
a sign in this dark mind
a light that can chase this hell behind
to give me strength when I have none.
I think about it when i’m done 
though, no comfort comes from it 
my mind constantly goes over it,
making the words burn through my skin 
fighting for a way to come in 
perhaps it is finally time to stop running 
and just give in to this longing:
a peaceful ending after all this fighting.
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sytycdinternational · 2 years
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SO YOU THINK YOU CAN DANCE USA SEASON 17 // Ralyn Johnson & Carter Williams / "Mindless Town" — Roman Lewis / Contemporary / Choreography by Teddy Forance / Top 12 Perform Week 2
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Gunshot
“What’s more dangerous?
A gun or a thought?
A gun gives opportunity
While a thought pulls the trigger.”
On Healing:
I’m up late at night. And instead of flashbacks and anxiety attacks and tears… I am grateful. I am happy. My husband makes me SO happy. And I know… if he had not left. I would have never met my husband.
I still have trouble finding a reason for the pain. A reason it all had to happen the way it did. The pain was the worst I have ever felt. It hurt to breathe. And NOTHING helped. I tried everything. To numb the pain. To block out the memories. A different city every night, a different girl, so much alcohol, starving myself until all I could feel was the pain in my stomach, double shifts, blasting the music so loud to drown out my thoughts, sleeping pills. ANYTHING to not feel the pain. But at the end of the day, I was alone. And even if I wasn’t alone I felt it. I remember being surrounded by people.. I had all the attention on me. And I felt nothing. I felt like the last person on earth. I went between feeling numb and reeling in pain. I forgot what it felt like to want to be alive. To have HOPE. To want to live. Not just for my child, or my friends, or my parents. But for me. I forgot who I was without him. I was so broken I swore I’d never feel again. I’d never let myself fall in love again. I gave him everything. Until there was nothing left. So I swore I was better off alone.
But then…. I met YOU. And everything changed. I was still sad, and the flashbacks were so bad I couldn’t stand to be awake.. alone in this house. But things slowly started to change. I looked forward to the next time we would talk, or see each other. And I started to feel again.
I didn’t drink as much. I didn’t take as many pills. I didn’t search for happiness in random strangers. I started to feel something other than pain. And that gave me hope.
I think I knew, as soon as I met you. It was you. It was always supposed to be you. Even if I was too scared to feel the connection I had with you completely. Even if I couldn’t put my walls down just yet. I couldn’t stay away from you.
It was always you.
It was always going to be
You.
So as I lay next to you tonight. I am grateful. For all of life’s up’s and down’s. Because it led me to my husband. My soulmate. My best friend.
I like to think.. we both had some hard lessons to learn. Some heartbreaks to feel. In order to be ready for each other. If the pain is what got us here, then I will learn to stop being angry. Because how can I be?
Life led me to you.
And I wouldn’t change it for the world.
To my S,
You will
Forever
be my
Always.
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nescaveckwriter · 24 days
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Finding Hope 🫣
A Criminal Minds - Fan-fiction
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Agent Meredith Lang, joins the BAU, in the search of Finding Hope her best friend, but she finds a bit more, a family, a unexpected love, a deadly stalker, and the truth, that makes her questions her whole existence. Is she strong enough to get through this, or will this break her.
Coming soon.🥳
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rms-writes · 9 months
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Current WIP Monday
tagged by the illustrious @the-stray-storyteller
Rules: Post something you wrote for your current wip, from the last week. If you haven't updated it in a while, this is your time!
from Finding Hope rewrite.
Morgan paused in the doorway, scanning the house. The familiar scent of old beer, weed and mildew washed over her, momentarily stunning her. She exhaled through her mouth, closing her eyes briefly before pushing herself forward. Her room was also at the back of the house. She slowed her movements when she neared, keeping her eyes on the door at the end of the hall. The door to her room was opened and it was obvious someone had gone through her things. She closed the door behind her and dropped her bag on her bed. A few of her dresser drawers were partially opened, the end of a piece of clothing sticking over the edge of one. She opened each drawer, fixing everything that was out of place. The sound of footsteps pounding down the hallway grabbed her attention. The door swung open, and Tobias stormed into the room. He walked to her bed and grabbed her duffel bag, furiously unzipping it and rummaging through its contents. He pulled things out and threw them on the bed and floor. Morgan stood by her dresser, back to the wall as she watched. He found what he was looking for and pulled her phone out, holding it up so it was clear to see. “Get in the kitchen.” He ordered, storming out of the room. Morgan released a breath as soon as he was gone. She grabbed a hair tie and pulled her hair back into a messy bun, pulling off her jacket and replacing it with a long sleeve shirt. She went over to her bag and dug through it. Her fingers grazed the cool metal of her knife, and she pulled it out, weighing it in her hands. She stared down at it for a moment, flicking it open and watching the light glint off the blade. With a sharp intake of breath, she flipped it closed and shoved it in her pocket. She shuffled through the bag again, her actions suddenly becoming frantic. She looked through everything on the floor, then checked under the mattress. Not finding what she was looking for, she sighed in defeat, her posture deflating. She wiped at her face angrily, picking everything up off the floor and throwing it on top of the bag before leaving the room. She stood in the center of the kitchen, taking in everything. The sink was full of unwashed dishes, the stove covered in spilled food. A couple pots and pans sat atop the stove, one still containing food. She opened the fridge and glanced over its contents. “Make something." Tobias ordered. "I’m starving.” He stalked into the kitchen. “And clean this up, this place is filthy.” Morgan looked at him but said nothing.
no pressure! tagging: @blind-the-winds, @zmwrites, @inkspellangel, @indy-gray, @j-1173
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cozylittleartblog · 29 days
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cant tell you how bad it feels to constantly tell other artists to come to tumblr, because its the last good website that isn't fucked up by spoonfeeding algorithms and AI bullshit and isn't based around meaningless likes
just to watch that all fall apart in the last year or so and especially the last two weeks
there's nowhere good to go anymore for artists.
edit - a lot of people are saying the tags are important so actually, you'll look at my tags.
#please dont delete your accounts because of the AI crap. your art deserves more than being lost like that #if you have a good PC please glaze or nightshade it. if you dont or it doesnt work with your style (like mine) please start watermarking #use a plain-ish font. make it your username. if people can't google what your watermark says and find ur account its not a good watermark #it needs to be central in the image - NOT on the canvas edges - and put it in multiple places if you are compelled #please dont stop posting your art because of this shit. we just have to hope regulations will come slamming down on these shitheads#in the next year or two and you want to have accounts to come back to. the world Needs real art #if we all leave that just makes more room for these scam artists to fill in with their soulless recycled garbage #improvise adapt overcome. it sucks but it is what it is for the moment. safeguard yourself as best you can without making #years of art from thousands of artists lost media. the digital world and art is too temporary to hastily click a Delete button out of spite
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spinejackel · 10 months
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What are dead man walking tornadoes? :O
it’s a multi-vortex tornado. i dont remember the tribe it originates from (i think it was cherokee), but there’s a native american legend…? saying? that goes “if you see a man in a tornado, you are about to die.”
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the most infamous shot of a dead man walking tornado hit jarrell, texas in 1997
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it did so much damage to the town it caused the scale that tornados are measured by, the fijita scale, undergo revisions, and it made anchoring buildings in the tornado alley region pretty much mandatory. (it took the entire town off the map. only those who had taken shelter outside of the town or in underground bunkers survived.)
two more examples of dead man walking tornadoes looking like a person are a tornado from 2011 that hit cullman, alabama
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and a tornado from 1975 that hit xenia, ohio
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edit: it has been brought to my attention that the native american “legend” part of this post was a rumor spread by a documentary.
i have been asked to remove it, but i believe in letting my errors stand because i’m not perfect. i make mistakes
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corviiids · 3 months
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my top bit of advice going into the new year: compliment people. especially strangers. literally everyone you interact with if you can. when you buy coffee in the morning compliment the barista's tattoos. when you're chatting with a coworker tell them that by the way you like their outfit. always find something they've chosen to do on purpose. nail polish, jewellery, tattoos, hair colour/style, statement accessory, outfit, etc are all good bets. things people hope will be noticed. things that aren't too personal so it doesn't make them uncomfortable (eg probably not their physical features). i've gotten into the habit of scanning everyone i talk to for something about them that i think is cool so i can tell them. it's a great habit because it makes me notice people and realise just how many neat little details there are in people's presentation of themselves that might pass me by if i wasn't paying attention. and it brings out so much joy. you'd be surprised how much it disarms people to receive an unexpected compliment from someone they don't know. it is the most sincere smile you will see all day long. it feels nice to make people happy but it also means you win the social interaction. establish dominance by complimenting a stranger's earrings and disappearing into the fog
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