Here are a few update photos from myself, family and friends on Facebook of Hurricane Harvey’s destruction to the eastside of Houston and downtown. These were taken today after last nights continuous torrential rains. Pray for my city! 🙏🏾
Her wry smile turned to a frown as she frantically attempted to let go of his hand.
He calmly pat her in the head before continuing…
“Like how the rain helplessly falls to kiss the earth. How the waves can’t resist coming back to hug the shore. I have no choice, it is my very nature to love you.
My mind filled with holes so it drowns oh so easily in the depths of your eyes. My heart molded like a flute so it always sings your name. My soul hollowed out so it would always seek you as if you’re the only thing in this world that can fill it. I have no choice when every inch of my being is drawn to your perfections.”
He glanced at her birth mark and smiled, “and to your imperfections.”
“Because love” he held her chin and slowly leaned forward “the first time my lips pressed on yours I decided there will never be a better choice”.
Two and a half days after Hurricane Harvey made landfall and dropped more than two feet of rain, thousands of people in Houston and along the Gulf Coast have been displaced. Texas Gov. Greg Abbott activated the entire Texas National Guard.
FEMA Administrator Brock Long estimated Monday that 30,000 people may need shelter, and some 450,000 may qualify for federal flood victim assistance.
As Harvey continues to dump rain on the Gulf Coast and floodwaters rise, many organizations are doing vital work to help save lives and give comfort.
When it rains in Puerto Rico, it rains hard and it rains fast. And this week — three weeks after Hurricane Maria — it has rained a lot.
For portions of the island – especially in the mountains and in the valleys – that rain brings a continual trauma of mudslides and flooding. Even in San Juan, highway exits pool with a foot or more of water. In restaurants with cell service, the S.O.S alarms on phones ring out in a cacophony – warning of flash floods. But the capital city has fared comparatively well — it’s the rural places that are doing much, much worse.
McCree, Reaper, Soldier, Lucio, watching you die but luckily Mercy brings you back
A/N: Angst, but with a happy twist, how nice! I’ll try to oblige accordingly, though it might be a little difficult since it’s almost 3am and I’m tired. There’s one more request in the inbox besides this one, but it’s about a video that I need to watch, so I’ll write it out tomorrow.
You were a little too adventurous on the battlefield and took a shot to the stomach, but McCree’s close by. He calls Mercy over on comms, but she can’t be there immediately. He’s not a medic, but he’ll do what he can to stop the bleeding. His normally suave self will begin to unravel as he realizes that he can’t help you, tears begin to run down his face. He’ll angrily keep calling for Mercy over comms, desperate for her help to keep you alive, while trying and failing to maintain his composure for you. He’ll keep telling you it’ll be okay, but the lack of sensation in your body begs to differ, and he’ll eventually just start cradling you in his arms. Your breathing is shallow by the time Mercy finally gets over to you, everything is just a haze through your eyes, though you can faintly make out McCree’s emotional gestures. You shut your eyes for a moment, giving it to the cold embrace that gently caressed you, before being ripped back to the warmth of life. You can make out the determined look on Mercy’s face as your vision begins to clear, her staff standing nearby, it’s beam enveloping your body. McCree’s pulled you back into a hug before you know it, sobbing like a baby as he embraces you, happy that he didn’t have to say goodbye to you. He promises to keep you safe from here on out, you won’t go on a mission without him at your side.
Reaper isn’t exactly on friendly terms with Overwatch, though they needed every gun they could get for this mission. If Reaper went, then that means you went too. The two of you were a team, on and off the battlefield. You’d take the brunt of an explosion, shrapnel would be embedded in your body, Reaper’s ethereal form kept him safe from the blast. He’d clear out a safe zone before checking back in on you, surveying the damage done. The wounds are deep, and there’s nothing he can do to help you, his powers only work for him. He’d call for a medic, his focus back on the battle, distracting him from thinking about your injuries. He looms over you as you bleed out, weighing the option of taking your soul while you pass on, carrying you with him wherever he goes. He simply apologizes as he crouches beside you, holding your hand as you begin to slip away, your grasp slowly beginning to loosen. He’d roar at Mercy once she arrives, demanding that she saves you, pointing a gun at her head almost habitually. After she diligently works to bring you back from the brink, he’d simply nod at her as he watched you regain consciousness. He’d demand you stay put until the job was done, disappearing into the fog, the distant screams of his victims announcing his arrival.
Soldier has a biotic field, but that’s only for minor injuries, anything too serious and its effects are heavily diminished. He’s by your side the entire mission, and refuses to leave you when you get hit. He’ll drag you behind some cover, leaving his biotic field beside you to numb the pain while he covers your position, demanding Mercy to get over there immediately. He’ll glance over occasionally while he covers you, his visor hiding his concerned face. People with wounds like yours don’t usually make it back in one piece, and it’s not looking good. He’s desperately trying to clear the area, Mercy can’t work if she’s being shot at, but that means he can’t help you himself. Pulse rounds continue to rain as he fires away, their rhythmic sounds the only thing you hear as you drift away, the biotic field doing little to keep you in one piece. He’ll question if Mercy can save you when she arrives, still covering your body despite your passing. He silently lets her go to work, desperately hoping that she can save you. Your long inhale when you awaken is all he needs, he places a hand on your shoulder before mantling over the cover, intent on finishing the fight so that you’ll be safe.
Being a support Lucio’s used to keeping people alive, but there’s only so much his healing beats can do. He’ll try to mix things up to heal you more, but even he has his limits, and he’s asking for assistance the moment he realizes he can’t save you. Watching you bleed out is heart-wrenching for him, and he’s in tears before he finishes his call for help. He’ll try tinkering with his music, holding you close, doing anything he can to slow the process down while Mercy arrives. Eventually he’ll come to terms with the fact that Mercy won’t be there in time, and shifts to making the process as comfortable for you as he can. He’ll play your favorite song as he cradles you in his arms, crying gently as you slip away, your smile fading as your eyes shut one final time. Mercy arrives soon after and immediately goes to work, performing surgery in the field while Lucio provides assistance. Through some sort of miracle she manages to pull you back to the world of the living, and Lucio couldn’t be happier. He pulls you into a warm embrace, thanking Mercy profusely as he refuses to let go of you, staying by your side until the battle is over.
Title: Friends Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader Synopsis:Friends just sleep in another bed and friends don’t treat me like you do. I know that there’s a limit to everything but my friends won’t love me like you. Word Count: 4.7k WARNING: NSFW, 18+, includes smut and swearing A/N: yet another collab with nat aka @peterfuckinparker, oops? also, listen to friends by ed sheeran before/whilst you read, ok????
Sidon is fascinated by Link’s hair, given that zora’s lack it and he’s never been in close contact with a hylian before.
Request: “Have you done a fluffy calm Sidlink moment like Sidon being utterly enthralled with brushing Link’s hair or smth because Zora don’t have hair at all and ‘It’s so silky, Link! I’ve seen a few Hylians with longer hair, but never had the opportunity to touch it! It’s so different from animal fur.’ ficlet? (I haven’t had the chance to read all of the sidlink ones yet sorry I’m workin on it though)” Requested by @kikuriki-kikuriki
Pairing: Sidlink (sidon x link)
Fandom: Legend of Zelda, Breath of the Wild
They had escaped the sudden downpour of rain a little too late, both soaking wet. Naturally, this didn’t mean much for Sidon, but Link was drenched to the bone. Despite how uncomfortable he must have felt, he was laughing. He tried to wipe off his clothes a little, but it was hopeless. Link pulled his hair tie out, curling his hands around the damp blond strands in hopes of wringing the water out. As Sidon watched him, he became fascinated with it.
Heartbreak and sadness are of the deadliest poisons, for they kill you slowly in misery.
Genre: smut and angst
Sehun continued to pound into you. He kept a steady pace and made sure to hit all the right angles. Your head board continuously hit wall, sure to leave a dent. Sweat made stray hairs cling to your forehead. Looking at Sehun’s body above was like a dream. From his chiseled abs, the his arms that were just the right amount of toned, up to his jaw line that was so sharp, you swore it could cut diamonds. You ran your hands over his chest and over his shoulders, playing with the hair at the base of his neck as he brought you closer to your release.
"You’re so tight, even after all this time.“ He grunted, a sheen of sweat forming on his face as he picked up the pace. You moaned in response, filled with to much pleasure to form sounds besides wanton moans and mewls. You reached up and cupped his cheek in your hand before bringing your lips together. It was a battle of teeth and tongue. Each of you battled for the upper hand, but in the end you let him win, you always did.
He pulled on your bottom lip with his teeth as he felt your walls clenching around him.
"I’m so close Sehun” you breathed.
"Cum for me baby" he replied hiking you leg over his hip and angling deeper inside you. Soon you were seeing white as the knot in your stomach came undone. His name fell from your lips as you rode out your high. Sehun soon followed suit, pulling out and releasing his seed onto your stomach. Without wasting a second he was off the bed and pulling his boxers back on.
"Here" he mentioned tossing a towel in your direction, “clean yourself up. See you tomorrow.”
With that he gathered his remaining clothes and walked out your bedroom door. It had been like this for months, meeting in the middle of the night for a meaningless hookup, only to pretend you were acquaintances the next day. You were one of the many assistants at SM entertainment. You had gotten the position on a fluke, but you were grateful for the job nonetheless. Sehun had immediately noticed the new girl, prancing through the halls in her modest heels, politely greeting various idols and board members that came in. What captivated him the most was how you looked like a shy, girl next door type on the outside, but you held a glint in your eye that said otherwise. He had a feeling you could be quite dirty outside of work, and he was right. He had made you a proposition; to hookup with him and help him relive stress. Although it was a shocking proposition, it was a once in a lifetime opportunity, and you would benefit by sleeping with one of your favorite exo members. It was a win win for both of you, and there were no rules against dating idols in your contract, so you obliged. Not 1 month after you started your job did the secret meet ups start, and when you were almost a year into working there, and the secret was still safe.
You heard your front door being opened and silently shut seconds later, signaling he had left. You sighed and moved to clean yourself up before showering, a feeling of sadness washing over you.
Probably just the gloomy weather. You thought to yourself as rain continued to fall outside.
With one last look out the bathroom window, you stepped into your hot shower, feeling instantly relaxed. You let the water consume you, running through your hair and then down your body. No matter how hot you made the water, you couldn’t rid yourself of the guilt and shame you felt after every fuck. You knew it was wrong, no matter how much you wanted it to be right. Even though you were able to silence your conscious every time Sehun wanted to come over, you couldn’t keep it quiet forever. Every time he left there was the nagging feeling tugging at you, eating you from the inside out. Self loathing would spread through every corner of your body, making you regret your decision, only for you to make it again the next day.
One day I will say no to him…. one day.
“Ms. ____________, please put this in the storage room for me."
"Of course sir” you replied to your supervisor with a light bow.
"After you may take your lunch.“
"Thank you sir” was your response to his retreating figure. He was so busy that you hardly ever saw him. When you did, he usually gave you a list of things to do. You rendered yourself lucky this time. As you began taking the supplies to the room like he asked, you felt your phone vibrate. Carefully placing your items down, you read what was on the screen.
Also, I need for you to organize the file room. The paper work hasn’t been filed away properly, and it’s getting out of hand. Once that is finished, you may go home.
“Spoke to soon” you mumbled mostly to yourself. Hopefully the file room wasn’t that bad, You wanted nothing more than to go home and just relax.
The file room was pretty destroyed when you had walked in. Someone had obviously been looking for something, but didn’t want to clean their mess up after. Thankfully, after an hour of organizing, you were almost done. You were bending down to put a file in the bottom drawer when someone came up behind you and shut the door. The sound of it locking filled the quiet space.
"I found you"
You didn’t have to turn around to know who was there. It was none other than Oh Sehun. He walked up behind you and placed his hands on your hips. You felt his hardening member pressing into your ass.
"What do you say we have a quickie before I take off for practice?“ He breathed into your ear as you stood. His breath fanned across your neck as he spoke and it sent chills straight to your core.
I have to tell him no, my job could be jeopardized for sleeping with an idol on the clock. But he is so tempting… stupid sexy Sehun.
He interrupted you internal debate by nibbling on the spot below your ear, his hands found their way around your waist and rested right above your womanhood. You wanted to nothing more than to lean into his touch and give into his needs, but your job was on the line.
"I can’t” you finally responded, removing his hands from your body and ultimately turning to see him. Disappointment flashed across his features before being replaced with his signature resting bitch face.
"Why? Do you suddenly have morals?“ He retorted, crossing his arms over his chest. That was a low blow, you both knew that.
"What is that supposed to mean?” Irritation was itching to come out as you spoke, but you held your composure.
"Maybe it means that you are such a good slut for me when we meet outside of work, but now you are being a prude.“
His words stabbed through you like a knife. But he wasn’t done.
"You do realize I could easily hookup with any one of the assistants in this office right? Who knows, maybe they would be a better fuck than you.”
Saying you were hurt was an understatement. His words pierced your heart like a dull rusted knife that he kept twisting and twisting as he continued to insult you. You had let your feelings for him go to far, and now you were paying the price as your little charade fell to pieces in front of your eyes. How stupid of you to think that you could be happy with your friend with benefits deal you had with Sehun. What a fool you were for loving this man. Your pride was hurt, and you wanted nothing more than to yell and scream at him, to tell him he was a bastard and didn’t deserve your love. But alas you couldn’t do that. So you heaved a heavy sigh, swallowed your pride and simply stated,
” I do realize that. Which is why I am ending things here. Last night was the last time Sehun. Have a good life. Exo fighting!“
You walked pat him, brushing your shoulder against him as you did. With unsteady hands you unlocked the door and walked out, leaving a speechless Sehun in your wake.
A week had passed since that day. You had put in your 2 week notice promptly after the incident. Sehun held true to his word of hooking up with another assistant. It was as if you meant nothing to him. But that’s how it works right? A normal girl falls in love with the idol, they have their share of fun together and the idol leaves for bigger and better things. While you tried your hardest to let go of the idea of Sehun, it was proving to be difficult. So hopefully after leaving the company, you would have a better chance at healing, at least that what you desperately hoped for. This was what you wanted for yourself after all. To be more than just an easy fuck to someone. To have meaning to someone.
You were so lost in your thoughts, you didn’t watch where you were going. Next thing you knew, your documents were on the floor and so were you.
"I am so sorry, are you ok?”
You looked up to the angelic voice that was currently helping you gather your belongings. It was another member of Sehun’s group, the leader of it actually, Kim Junmyeon, or Suho, as his fans liked to call him.
"Oh I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going and I was so lost in my thoughts and I-“
"You don’t have to explain yourself to me” he concluded with a silky laugh. He grabbed your hand and pulled you to a standing position. Trying not to let him see how sheepish you were feeling, you smoothed out the non existent wrinkles in your skirt.
"I do have to ask though, what was clouding your thoughts so much that you didn’t look to see where you were walking? You seemed like you were lost since way over there.“ He gestured to the hall you had just came from, which was a good 50 feet away.
You didn’t realize how long you were immersed in your inner turmoil. Out of nervous habit, you began biting your bottom lip. Answering his question was hard, but you didn’t want to lie to him either. Instead of responding you just looked down.
"It’s about Sehun isn’t it” he gently questioned, barely loud enough for you to hear. Cautiously you looked up at him and was met with a sympathetic gaze.
He has to know what had happened, there was no way he couldn’t.
Sehun was his roommate so you were sure that suho knew of everything. Shame overtook you, crashing down upon you in harsh waves. A hurricane of guilt and discomfort filled you, flooding your entirety and looking for an escape through tears. You tried hard to hold them back, to ashamed to make yourself vulnerable to suho, and to cautious to let anyone know how much the whole situation affected you. Silent sobs fought to break through you, making your shoulders shake and your breathing become less than perfect.
"Hey, don’t cry" he cooed, gently lifting your chin so he could see your face. He saw how broken you really were. You had loved Sehun. He could see that written all over your face. Sehun had broken your heart into a million pieces and moved on like it was nothing to him. He felt terrible for what the maknae had done to the pretty girl who always had a smile on her face while she worked.
He gently used the pad of his thumb to wipe the cascade of tears from your cheeks. Your struggle to remain stoic was over as you let go of all the pent up emotions. All the frustration, all the loneliness, and all the heart break. Suho sensed your need to cry and pulled you into his chest, one arm wrapping around your waist while the other soothingly rubbed your back. As if out of instinct, you grabbed onto his shirt and cried your eyes out, destroying the designer material in the process. You didn’t care how red your face got or how much your makeup ran in that moment. All that mattered was that you had finally let your wall down and all the emotions were flooding out and into the arms of someone you felt you could trust, even if you had just barely met a few moments back. Suho continued rubbing your back, pulling you tighter against him as your sons began to quiet down.
"It’s going to be all right" he repeated like a mantra as he continued his ministrations, “it’s going to be all right."
Sehun had just caught word from a few other assistants in the office that you had planned on leaving. Even though he had moved onto another easy lay in the building, it didn’t mean he was ready to let you go. He stormed through the halls, looking in all the places you usually were. When all those places turned out to be dead ends, he decided to ask the front desk of your where abouts. Quickly rounding the corner, he got his answer before even asking, because there before him was you, curled up in the arms of his groups leader suho.
A/N: I found this while cleaning out my computer, and I am debating whether or not to continue it. Let me know if you want another part ^^
Houston is grappling with a disaster of epic proportions from Hurricane Harvey, as the tropical storm continues to dump rain on the region. On Sunday, the death toll rose to eight, including a family of six who drowned in a van while trying to escape the rising waters.
The historic Houston flood of 2017 is deepening, and with it there are more water rescues — at least 2,000 by Monday afternoon. People who believed they would wait it out, or that the water would go down, are realizing they have to get out.
On a downtown street in Houston an elderly man pushes his wife in a wheelchair. Both wear trash bags for ponchos, as they walk from an arena that was turned into a shelter.
“We had knee-deep water in our house, so we’re here,” says Mel Mikan, who was rescued with his wife, Barbara, Sunday night by a Bellaire Fire Department boat.
Bringing the mind to stillness is easy. You need only to pay attention to one thing. As long as your mind is listening to the rain it is not thinking about anything else. You don’t need to try to still your mind. You need only to relax and continue listening to the rain. The longer you are able to do so, the more still your mind becomes.
Looking back on your past, your life has never been anything out of the ordinary. Although your parents had left you on one mysterious night, leaving you little to no explanations, you live out the rest of your years residing in a new town under the custody of your aunt. That is, until you return to your hometown to investigate the whereabouts of your parents during your senior year in high school. It was that fateful decision that led you to find a boy collapsed on your front porch one night, wounds gaping and life fading when your entire life is spun out of control. Somehow being dragged into a life of crimes in the underground business of his, you discover the twisted secrets hidden behind the world you thought you had known all along.