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Severe thunderstorm. #rain #hail #yyc #weathernetwork #extremeweather #lightning #flooding https://www.instagram.com/p/CBZg6n8AbCr/?igshid=xv8j628gyist
i want everyone to be okay. i want everyone to have a home this winter. i want my transgender friends and everyone else to be able to get the care they need. i want the rainforests to be restored. i want no one’s home to be destroyed in a flood. i want everyone to be able to eat. i want everyone to have someone to hug, if they so please. i want no one to worry about food or shelter or water or harsh pain and oppression ever again. i want everyone to be okay. please. please.
please help if you can. this is my state, and so many cities were affected by the floods. the government isn't doing anything to help us at all, people had to get together to help those who lost everything. a lot of those people, my people, are rn living in shelters because they lost all their belongings, including their homes! so if you can and have some spare money please please please donate. you can also donate clothes (warm ones, it's very cold at this time of the year here), shoes, cat food, dog food, it's so appreciated. you can send it from other countries to some of these donation pages. thank u <3
Climate Emergency, Rio Grande do Sul, 2024, Brazil
If y'all had to pick a natural disaster to live with, which would it be?
Hello everyone,
Brazil is underwater, and we come here asking you for your help.
As some of you may know, the state of Rio Grande do Sul (RS) has been getting torrential rains since last Monday (29/04/24).
In four days, it has rained 436,2 millimeters (17,2 inches), which’s triple the normal amount in a month, which is 140 millimeters (5,5 inches)
More than two great rivers in our region had their volume duplicated, or sometimes, triplicated in size.
This means all the cities that are close to these rivers ended up completely underwater
There were more than 110 towns flooded and the estimate is that more than half a million people have been affected by this climate disaster. There are also thousands of people who are arriving in my city (the state capital, Porto Alegre) as climate refugees, coming from communities displaced by the floods.
Through this unprecedented tragedy we have been really happy to see entire communities mobilizing to help others. Still, there are people who have lost everything, especially those in marginalized communities living in precarious, unsafe and unsanitary housing.
That’s where you come in. We need money. Money to buy food, clothes, medicine, basic hygiene products, mattresses so that refugees have a place to sleep, basically everything.
Right now, the biggest demand is drinkable water: my city is almost completely out of water, because the water treatment stations have been flooded.
We understand that you may be able to give very little, but also what is little to you means A Lot more to us. Just a dollar is enough to buy 5 liters of fresh water.
Here are the links for international donations:
(these donations are managed by people I know and trust. if you can, donate to them and not the government, but I’ll include that below as well. we don't trust the government to do anything right now, basically)
This is another option:
Government donations:
And here is some international news coverage of what’s happening:
PLEASE share and donate anything you can. Everything is greatly appreciated.
Responding to direct requests for aid from our contacts in the area, we are loading up a truck and heading north to support our fellow southerners this weekend. We need to make $2000 fast to cover the entire wishlist provided to us by folks in North Carolina. Can you help us? Cash-app and Venmo is @/TeamKombatikon. Donations can also be made through ko-fi.com/angelito
Thank you so much!
my best friend @expiredidealist is out with a group of people still running supplies to people in NC around burnsville and bakersville, they’re working on clearing paths and whatnot so people can get out and around. here are some places to donate if you would like to help them directly. they need it for medical supplies, oil and gas for their chainsaws, coms, and other general emergency related things. thank you!
venmo: @Jaybird-Hess
cashapp: $nallygasher
paypal: @JaybirdBlue
venmo: @whitetrashbaddie
one of my friends has been impacted by hurricane helene, and while their power is back on they’ve lost a week of work and all their groceries. they’ve been denied fema assistance as of right now because the system hasn’t updated quite yet and is auto-rejecting everybody.
they’ve set a goal on ko-fi for $500 to replace groceries and gas and lost wages. any surplus will be donated to local relief, as they’ve stated more than once.
every little bit helps. if you can’t donate, please share to hopefully get it across somebody’s dash who can. 🩷
When President Joe Biden was asked if there’s any more resources that the federal government could be providing hurricane victims, he said:
“No. We’ve given them … a significant amount even though they didn’t — hadn’t — asked for it.”
This is fucking bullshit. People are homeless. People are dying. The government doesn’t care about Appalachia. It never has and never will unless we make enough noise. They gave Israel $8.7 billion while saying hurricane victims have enough money that we didn’t even ask for even though we’ve been BEGGING for help. They need to STOP funneling money into the Israeli death regime while their own countrymen fucking suffer and die under the boot of capitalism!!!!!! This country is fucked!!! They value Israel’s continued destruction of Palestine over their own people!!!!!!!!!!!! The lives of murders will always be more valuable to other murderers than innocent lives, no matter the country. Free Palestine, support Appalachia. Fuck the United States government.
Hurricane Helene flooding 9/27/24 in Damascus, VA
Landscape Decking Chicago
Photo of a small farmhouse shade backyard landscaping with decking.
3rd January 2014
There's been a lot of flooding in the UK lately, and the river in Bath is much higher than usual.
Drawing outside at this time of year was not clever. My fingers were so cold by the time I was finished that I almost dropped my pen in the river!
guys???? my street is flooded help
i feel very lucky i am not in the worst path of helene. her rain however has been here nearly a week in a half. many of the lower roads here are flooded this week. I dont think it helps that the roads are not in the best condition and often have holes. I have been crocheting cat beanies for the girls in my familly as i can not go outside.
Whumptober: That’s Gonna Leave A Mark
Leonardo didn’t mean to get hurt.
Well- Backtrack, he never meant to get hurt any of the times it happened, just this time especially, he didn’t mean it.
Because now, he was alone and bleeding in a pitch black part of the sewers that he knew nothing about with a cut up leg and side, so close his plastron he thought it would peel away, and the water level was still rising. At some point, towards the beginning of the whole mess, he had gotten separated from Raphael too, and he had no idea where he was either. Welcome to Leonardo’s Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day.
With a low sigh, he took off his mask, although it was dirty with the sewer waters that was filled with who knows what, and tried to use it to bandage his leg. His hand bandages were already bloody, and he definitely didn’t want to use the ones on his feet to try and get better compression.
He hoped Raphael was alright. He wasn’t sure what had happened after they got separated, and his mind ran wild with thoughts and ideas of what could have happened.
Shaking his head, he went to stand up, and immediately crumpled back down, gripping his leg and feeling warm, sticky blood flow past his fingers.
Shoot.
Leonardo grit his teeth and leaned against the wall, using it for a support as he got back up. He was not going to stay down when he had no idea where he was, nor where he could even go if he had any clue about what section of the sewers he was in.
Jeez, how far had the waters carried him?
It was still raining, too. He could hear it pattering on the concrete above him, driving people into their homes or other shelters to get out of the downpour. At least the water wasn’t rising anymore, by some miracle.
Turtle luck was a strange thing.
Leonardo eyed the black waters below them warily, noting how much they had risen from their normal position. He elbowed Raphael and received a strange look in response, the hothead questioning his brother's sudden alarm.
“Hey, watch out for the water, okay? I don’t want to be out here much longer with it rising like this.”
“Yeah yeah Leo, I get it. I see ‘em too.”
Leonardo wrinkled his beak at the younger’s dismissal of the possible flood, but left it at that, letting him go and continuing to walk.
And the water continued to rise, spilling over the edge, going onto the paths on the side. The two moved farther away from it, but it kept going, rising until it was up to their ankles. By the time they had agreed to try and find some high ground or go back home, it was all the way up to their knees, forcing them to wade through the disgusting water. Past the rushing water and the downpour above them, Leonardo could have sworn he thought he heard something. As he slowed to a halt, he turned to look behind them.
Somebody down here? In this weather? He wondered, searching the darkness.
“Leo?” Raphael rumbled, stopping as well to see what was up, “Didn’t you just say that we needed to get somewhere safe? The water’s-”
Something whistled as though cutting through the air, and embedded itself into the edge of Leonardo’s shell before he had the chance to move.
That was a throwing star.
They were being attacked.
Leonardo stumbled back in now thigh high water. It was rising higher, fighting like this would be clunky and hard to do, risking more severe injuries.
The Foot crept out of the darkness like spiders, red eyes glowing as if they were in some kind of horror movie. Leonardo drew his katanas, eyeing them and waiting for them to come to him and Raphael. He knew Raphael was grinning behind him, looking forward to a fight.
One of them lunged forward, and Leo stepped back, slicing through them like they were butter. That was one down and…
He had no clue how many left.
Another pounced out of the darkness, then another, and one after the other, they charged into battle. Steel met steel, lighting sparks that lit small sections of the sewer for only a moment.
Then a knife went into Leonardo’s side and a gasp of pain escaped him as agony shot through his torso. The blade went down, tearing through skin, making him choke down a scream. The water wasn’t rising anymore, but he could hear a distant rush, it was flooding, they needed to get somewhere high and dry-
The current slammed into his legs and both he and the enemy tumbled, with the weapon carving through his leg as well. A short scream escaped him, it didn’t take long to realize he was moving away from the battle- Scratch that, everybody got taken by the current, moved different directions to many parts of the sewers-
Leonardo slipped and fell, letting out a short yelp of surprise before he hit the ground with a low groan. Fantastic, in disgusting water, injured, and not even able to use anything else to try and bandage the wounds he had. A low growl escaped him as he got back up and pulled his Shell Cell out of his belt. He wondered if it would work still, after being doused with water, and was pleased to find that it did, just barely.
...Nevermind, he did not have data where he was.
There went the relief.
%%%
Leonardo spent hours wandering, maybe more, maybe less, just walking through an unfamiliar patch of sewer with no idea where he was going. Sometimes he knew he was getting higher or lower by the water level, and sometimes he had no clue what direction he was going, nor if he was getting any closer to a place where he could finally leave, or a place that he knew something about.
What he did know, though, was that he had been followed. At some point, he got attacked again, almost ripped apart by the people who were trying to kill him. He had to run, as shameful as it was. He was already bleeding, and somebody stabbed him in his already open wound, trying to limit his movements so that he couldn’t get away.
Later, he felt feverish and sick. He kept coughing, he was tired, at some point he started convulsing, agitating injuries and causing bleeding to start up again.
Shoot. Had that been poisoned?
It wasn’t like he could rip it out, anyway. He wouldn’t get more poisoned because of it, and having the knife there helped keep him from bleeding further.
Leonardo decided to leave it, continuing to limp forward.
%%%
By the time he had finally found his way up to the surface, he felt like he was dying, sickened and still shaking every now and again.
But he did have a chance to contact his family.
Finally.
He swallowed, checking his phone for any data.
Oh yes, he had data, finally.
He also had one hundred and twenty-six unread texts, thirty-seven missed calls, twenty-nine new voicemails, and multiple people’s locations shared to him around fourteen times.
Leonardo let out a short breath and sat down, huddled between a dumpster and the wall of a building, scrolling through the messages.
Coffee_In_Sight (Donnie): Leo?
ketchuprelishicecream (Mikey): BRO WHERE R U
Raph.JustRaph (Raph): were getting worried
Raph.JustRaph (Raph): we’re*
Raph.JustRaph (Raph): get your shell back here
Coffee_In_Sight (Donnie): Raph says he lost you, Leo
Coffee_In_Sight (Donnie): Are you hurt???
Coffee_In_Sight (Donnie): Where are you?
Coffee_In_Sight (Donnie): Dude, you better start answering soon
ketchuprelishicecream (Mikey): u better find us soon
ketchuprelishicecream (Mikey): i’ll cry if u don’t
Coffee_In_Sight (Donnie): The lair flooded, we had to leave
Raph.JustRaph (Raph): i shared my location for Don
Raph.JustRaph (Raph): so get over here
More and more, along those lines, asking where he was, if he was okay, that he better start responding. He put his phone on a low volume, listening to the voicemails that had almost the same content, besides Raphael’s being more… Colorful, to say the least.
Shell, he had worried them.
They thought something really bad had happened to him, that maybe he had drowned or been killed by an enemy while exploring, trying to find a way back up!
A harsh, rattling cough escaped him, leaving him shaking and gasping. The poison was getting to him, and he needed to find a way to fight it, fast. He hesitated while looking through to see which one of his brothers would respond the fastest if he called them. Raphael held the title of being the second fastest, Leonardo being the first.
He pressed the call button, and waited.
Exactly two rings went by, and Raphael responded.
"LEO! Where the shell have you been?! You've been gone since yesterday morning!"
Leonardo blinked and swallowed. Yesterday? He thought it had only been a few hours, not a full day.
A convulsion shook Leonardo, and he bit his lip to keep from crying out. They were getting more frequent, he noted. Should he be worried about that?
“Leo?” Raphael’s voice was softer that time.
“Hey, um-” Leonardo breathed, tapping his knee with his free hand, “So you know how we got in that fight before we were separated? Um, I may or may not have been poisoned, sometime after that.. I think.” Raphael’s breathing hitched, and Leonardo rushed to fix his statement. “Not- Not that it’s bad, or anything! I made it this long, so it can’t be that bad-”
“Can ya count to ten?”
He sounded skeptical, probably from Leonardo’s bad track record of downplaying his injuries, or anything else that happened to be wrong with him.
“What?”
“Count to ten fer me, if it ain’t that bad.”
Again, what? Of course he could count to ten, it wasn’t hard-
...It was hard.
Leonardo got lost at four, needing to pause and repeat himself before then trying to keep going.
“Mhm, that’s what I thought. Hold on for just a second, mkay? I’ll be right back.”
There was silence for a few minutes, then Raphael returned.
“Alright, do you think you can walk to where we are since you have our location?”
“I think so, I mean, I walked a map in the sewers so…”
“Okay, we’ll be waiting, alright Leo? Don’t do something stupid, and get here as fast as you can.”
And just like that, he had hung up. Leonardo took a shaky breath, pocketed his phone, and stood back up, practically crawling through alleyways and over rooftops as he followed the path to their location.
It was a long abandoned office building, high enough to be safe from water if the streets happened to flood. He gripped his leg when sudden burning pain burst out and dropped to his knees, mouth open in silent, unheard screams. Moments after, he convulsed again, crimson blood pouring past his fingers and down his side, the rain washing it off of him and filling the air with the scent of copper, copper and rot. It wasn’t just blood, he finally realized. There was infection, and infection meant pus. When the convulsions ended, he gasped for air and shakily stood back up. They were right there, they were so close, just a few more steps…
Leonardo stumbled forward, creeping in through a hole in the concrete, and was almost immediately met with screaming.
Raphael gripped his arms, shaking him lightly.
“You frickin’ idiot, fearless! What were you-”
He trailed off, eyes fixating on the injury with festering infection, a knife in his leg that he never removed so that he wouldn’t bleed more than before. Then there was a crash, and Donatello came running after Raphael to try and see the brother who they thought was missing. He paused, shooing Michelangelo so that he wouldn’t have to see the rather gory injury.
He ended up prying Raphael off while he was frozen to the spot, and dragged Leonardo along, forcing him to sit down in the spot he deemed the cleanest to look him over.
“Well…” Donatello began. Him trailing off was not a good beginning. “I can probably fix up your side easily but, your leg is… Your leg is certainly something. You should be glad the infection didn’t get in your side, too. I’ll- I’ll have to see what I can do, but this looks bad. Just rest now, alright?”
Leonardo didn’t respond, looking it over. In the darkness of those flooded sewers, he hadn’t realized just how bad it had really gotten. He knew now, though. In some places the tissue had begun to grow black, most likely dead and rotting. The skin around the injury had paled from blood loss, and it was a wonder he had survived, he thought. His whole right side was cut up, blood and pus having doused his side. He was freaking filthy, too. He didn’t want to think about what he had been trudging through in the time he was down there.
“-alright?”
“Hm?”
“Oh, sorry- Um, so, from what I’m seeing, you have a really nasty infection in your leg, and some poison that probably was probably just meant to make you really, really sick. I don’t think I can save the tissue around the injury… Most of it has rotten from the infection, and if we don’t want it spreading, I’ll have to cauterize it to try and burn the poison out, and get rid of all the dead tissue in there.
And- We don’t have any anesthesia available, but from what I’m seeing, we don’t have the time to wait to get it. I’m so sorry, Leo, I didn’t know we would need it-”
“Oh,” Leonardo said, already having accepted his fate, “This is gonna suck.”
“I’m so sorry… Raph, can you- Can you hold him? For safety reasons.”
Raphael, now snapped out of his stupor, blinked a few times, looked between them, and nodded dutifully, grabbing onto Leonardo’s shoulders while whispering apologies.
After that was a blur of bright and dark, suppressed screams, and fighting kicking.
When it was over, he was shaking, blinking while Donatello examined his work. Oh god, that was burnt flesh he smelled. He had to swallow, praying he wouldn’t throw up.
“I’m so sorry- This isn’t- I didn’t think-” Donatello whispered and looked up to Leonardo with wide, tearful eyes.
“It’s alright, Donnie,” Leonardo whispered back, gripping Raphael’s hands with almost crushing force. “You’re just doing what you can, it’s fine.”
“Are you sure? You won’t- You’ll have a hard time walking for a while, if not the rest of your life, I had to burn out a lot of tissue.”
“Don, I’ve already got the knees of an old man, it can’t get much worse.”
Donatello cracked a sad smile at the joke, then went on with the list, trying to get it over with.
“When we get home, here’s what we’ll need to do for recovery, to make the best out of the situation, okay?…”
Oh. That was a long list.
It has come to our attention that a very special place to us here at Denver ODDD has recently had a huge tragedy happen. Flodding along the Russian River has cause mass devistation in this little slice of heaven. Home to an event called lazybearweekend. To assist with the recovery efforts after the recent flooding, The Lazy Bear Fund is partnering with the Russian River Chamber of Commerce to accept charitable donations solely for the purpose of passing them on to local charities helping with flood recovery, at the direction of Russian River Chamber of Commerce via Lazy Bear Cares. If your able to help this town that has on many occasions opened thier arms to the GLBTQ community we know it would be greatly appreciated! https://www.lazybearweekend.org *** #Denveroddd #guerneville #california #flooding #glbtqfriendly #withopenarms #russianriverchamberofcommerce #lazybearweekend #lazybearcares (at Guerneville, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/BuzXWUsne16/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=72nij3ug4mf6