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theemporium · 4 months

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and here we have my favourite wee softies, carlos and butterfly🥹enjow some marriage bliss!

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You had seen Carlos in a variety of situations over the years you had known him, various of them being in medical situations.

You had seen him go under intense medical checks before and after each of the races.

You had seen him after particularly bad crashes that left him winded and disoriented and a little worse for wear.

You had seen him when he was sick with the flu, bedridden and whiny and desperate to just be held by you.

You thought that after so many years of marriage and even more spent together as a couple, that you had truly seen it all with Carlos Sainz. You didn’t think there would be any more new levels to your husband that you would ever come to learn—as naive as it sounded. You thought you had seen him in every version of himself.

And then, he had to get his wisdom teeth removed.

Your husband was stupidly stubborn in the most bizarre and unsuspecting situations, and it turned out this was just another one of those. Despite the pain in his gums, Carlos was adamant that he was fine. He was adamant that he was being very normal, that he totally wasn’t wincing every time he kissed you and had definitely not been favouring colder foods over the last few days.

It had taken a week to convince him to go to the dentist. It had taken an hour of both you and the dentist convincing your husband that the procedure was necessary and the best option if he wanted to stop being in pain and not risk anything worse happening. It had taken a grumbling amount of apologies on the ride home and a homemade meal from Carlos for you to finally stop giving him the cold shoulder for his stubbornness.

Everything had seemed normal when you drove him to the dentist practice (as hard as it was for him to accept he was in too much pain to drive) and kissed him softly before he headed in for the procedure. You honestly assumed it would be no different to the few times he had been given strong painkillers after a crash, you thought you were prepared.

You were most certainly not.

“MI ALMA!”

You tried to bite back your grin, shaking your head as you continued to rush around the kitchen.

“MI AMOR!”

You snorted, grabbing the tray with both hands before you began making your way towards the living room where Carlos had been settled since he arrived home.

“Mi mariposa!” Carlos grinned, his blinks a little slow and his cheeks puffed out with the gauze inside, but he was still the prettiest boy you had ever seen. “I’ve missed you.”

“I told you I’d be five minutes,” you said with a soft smile as you placed the tray down on the coffee table, a bowl of soup and a spoon lying on it. “You need to eat.”

“I don’t want to,” he huffed out as he opened his arms for you, only to pout when you didn’t instantly climb into his arms.

“You have to eat before you have your next dose,” you reminded him as you nodded towards the soup. “C’mon, I’ll help you.”

“Mi amor, the only thing I need is your hugs,” Carlos stated like his words were matter-of-fact and weren’t slightly slurred. He sounded exasperated, like your refusal to hug him was the biggest inconvenience in the world—despite the fact you had been cuddling the boy since you two got back from the dentist. “Not soup.”

“It’s your favourite,” you bargained. “Tell you what. If you eat the whole bowl, you can have me for the rest of the night.”

His glossy puppy dog eyes looked up at you. “Promise?”

“Promise,” you nodded.

You laughed as Carlos scrambled to sit up, already reaching for the bowl as you let out a laugh—one that made him smile a bit wider. You slapped his hands away, reminding him to take the gauze out before you grabbed the bowl and the spoon, already gathering a spoonful to feed your husband.

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juliaridulaina · 2 years

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L'encantador i Innocent Déu/The Lovely and Innocent God/El Encantador e Inocente Dios

L’encantador i Innocent Déu/The Lovely and Innocent God/El Encantador e Inocente Dios

Aug 8, 2014 No hay un ¨por qué¨ en el amor de Dios. Él no nos ama porque seamos buenos, amables o atentos. Él no nos ama porque seamos puros, nobles o excelentes. Es nuestra opción tener o no estas cualidades. Es parte de nuestro viaje, parte de nuestro aprendizaje. Cuando decimos que el amor del Único es ilimitado y eterno simplemente significa que cuando Dios nos ama no hay una razón. Está ahí……

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sleepyconfusedpotato · 1 year

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More of You, Pt. 2

Part 1

Pairing : Simon “Ghost” Riley x Charlotte “Jade” Le Jardin (OC)

Word Count : ~ 2.4k words

Warning : tooth-rotting fluff and good ol’ cursings.

Title and story inspired by the song with the same title by JP Saxe!

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"--ra 4 this is– tcher-1 do y– copy?"

Jade opened her heavy eyelids at the sound. She blinked a number of times to wake herself up and find out where the voice came from.

"Sierra-4 do you copy?"

She’d recognize that voice even if it was filtered a thousand times. Laswell's voice. It came from the radio that she had put on the bedside table the night prior as the CIA said that she'll contact her about the exfil for both of them. Finally. From the colours she got in her eyes, she could tell that it was early in the morning as the sunlight wasn’t present yet.

However, when she wanted to move her body to reach the PTT, a mass of weight seemed to hold her in place, and it was looming all over her back, even to her front. That was when Jade realized how she's not in the position she first slept in. Ghost was supposed to be on her arms with her arm as his pillow to support his neck.

Now it's the opposite. She's on her opposite side, Ghost on her back, hugging her close to him while he placed his own arm on the bed to be her pillow, and he even covered her with the blankets, so beneath the sheets, their legs were entangled together. What's even more shocking was the fact that his other arm was on her waist and stomach, pressing her body to his.

Jade wanted to scream right now. She was going implode on his arms from the situation she found herself in.

Ghost was surely still asleep judging by the sound of his steady breaths and his unmoving limbs as he absolutely needed all the rest he could get. However, Laswell's trying to comm her right now, and she needed to get out of his enveloping arms – yet her mind was adamant to do that as it was really warm and comfortable.

"Jade. Can you hear me?"

Goddamnit. Dammit! Dammit!! Why now Kate?!?!

Jade tried to get out of his arms, try being the keyword here. She evidently failed to do so as Ghost kept on pressing her hips back to him, his voice rumbled lowly before going back to sleep. She tried to escape another time, but the result stayed the same.

While she found herself very amused by his unconscious actions and how almost childlike he was while doing this, Jade needed to reply to Laswell, or else she'd think they were dead.

And so, Jade lifted her upper body ever so slightly and leaned as far as she could to the bedside table while her lower body was still wrapped by Ghost's arm. He did mumble a bit, but Jade finally managed to reach the PTT, bringing the device close to her mouth, still laying on the bed. "Watcher-1, this is Sierra-4 I copy. Send traffic."

A sigh of relief could be heard. "I thought you were dead. What took you so long to reply?"

"I was uh… drying the clothes…"

"Well, How's Ghost doing?"

'He's currently asleep but he's hugging me from the back and he's refusing to let me go' was the thing she wanted to say, but instead, Jade only said, "He's alive."

"Okay. I've contacted Alejandro and his team to pick you guys up for exfil. He's currently on the way to the facility to clean the place and he'll be with you in any time now."

Oh. God bless Alejandro. She's missed him since the Las Almas missions. "Copy that. Thanks Kate."

"You're welcome. Bring him home safely, Jade."

"You know I will." She smiled.

"Take care, Watcher-1 out."

Putting the PTT back to the wooden table, Jade huffed in relief. The fact that she just answered Laswell’s call while still wrapped around Ghost’s arm was such a comical scene, prompting a chuckle out of her. Alejandro’s coming very soon, and they really needed to get ready. She had to check his wounds, change his bandages, and then prepare for the Mexican colonel’s arrival.

A light snore from her back interrupted her thoughts.

Wow. He’s deep deep in sleep.

The woman smiled in amusement. He really was just a regular bloke, huh?

Really slowly, She rolled her entire body, finally facing Ghost in his sleeping state – No scowl in sight, his guard completely down. His light eyelashes rested on his eyelids perfectly. He’d admitted in Las Almas that he slept with his mask on ‘soundly’. She wondered if this was one of those rare moments where he slept with his mask off during a mission. This was probably the closest she’d been to his face, or anyone, really. Heck, this is probably the closest she’d been to any man.

...He’s quite a gorgeous man up close.

Realizing that she was starting to blush profusely against her will, she shook her head to delete that cloud of thoughts from her mind and focus on the task at hand.

Putting her palm on his forehead gently, Jade felt relieved that he was not burning up like yesterday, albeit still warm to the touch. His bruises obviously needed some more time to heal, and now she needed to check his shoulder and side, and that required her to wake him up.

He’s still snoring.

Dammit she didn’t wanna wake him up!!

Suddenly, his snore hitched, surprising her. Right at that point Jade couldn’t think of anything to do. A part of her just wanted to back away and stand up, but what would he think? He'd think that she didn't want to be any close to him and that could not be farther from the truth.

So she stayed frozen there, trying to stay still all the while Ghost woke himself up. And with a little groan, he finally opened his eyes, focusing his eyes before quickly finding Jade’s face right in front of his and how his arm was still on her waist.

Ghost’s eyes widened at the sight, quickly lifted his hand up and leaned back to distance himself, all without uttering a single word. And boy oh boy, she never expected to see the Ghost himself blushing profusely like this. Did anybody ever see this face of his? Another medal to her collection then.

“Sorry.” He muttered with a voice deeper than the depths of hell from sleep, looking to the side to see anywhere but her face or he knew he’ll be even more embarrassed. “Must’ve… moved in the night.”

Jade let out a light chuckle, “Relax, it’s fine. I like it when you hug me though.” Whoa. Did she just say that??

His eyebrows lifted at that statement. “Really?”

Fuck it, she’ll just continue. “Yeah. And while we’re at it, don’t you have the most beautiful eyes.” Ghost would’ve exploded at that. “They’re like uh… Like a stream of light going through a glass of bourbon.”

He couldn’t rack up any response to that poetic description of his eyes. “...Thanks. Picked them myself.”

Her lip curved into a smile seeing him like this, “Where did you get those?”

Right at that moment, Ghost decided to just play along. “Down the market.”

“Yeah? How much did you pay for it?”

“A few quid.” He replied, “What about yours? They’re the colour of… like a stream of light going through a bottle of Tanqueray Gin.” Ghost recited the same words to her, prompting them to laugh at each other.

Trying to dial down her laughter, Jade answered back, “From the streets, so I got 100% discount.”

That got a wheeze out of him. “You got your eyeballs from the streets?”

Jade laughed out loud, “You got yours from the market! Which unfortunate bloke’s eyes did you buy?!”

This was gonna be an inside joke between the two of them, they were sure of it. As they guffawed at each other’s jokes, Ghost lifted his hand to her cheek, making Jade flinch. He put his finger under strands of her red hair, before softly tucking them behind her ear, all the while she just stayed there watching him. God, she wanted to see him smile and laugh like this more. Didn’t feel like a few months ago that she heard him say that he had a ‘cold heart’.

“Sierra-4, this is Victor-1 do you copy?”

Out of nowhere, her radio buzzed, catching both of them off guard.

“This is Alejandro, Jade, Ghost, Do any of you copy?”

Shit shit shit. Jade forgot about Alejandro coming to get them an exfil. Ghost’s eyes widened as she urgently rolled over and sat on the bed, taking the PTT close to her mouth. “Victor-1, this is Sierra-4 with Bravo 0-7, I copy.”

“Es bueno escuchar tu voz, Jade. Is Ghost okay?” The colonel asked with his usual gritty voice.

“Yeah, he’s solid. A little banged up, but you know how he is.” Jade answered while Ghost sat up on the bed. “Are you at the warehouse already?”

“Si, me, Rodolfo and the others are here, and madre de Dios, you didn’t leave a single body alive, huh.” Hearing those words, Jade looked back at Ghost who was checking his own injuries.

Looking back at Ghost's extraction from the facility yesterday, Jade only cleared the exterior and some goons on the first floor. The basement was crawling with Narcos, yet the injured, tortured, dehydrated and malnutritioned Ghost managed to kill his way out. This fact reminding her once again of how much of a beast the lieutenant was.

"We did what we had to do to get them off our tails.” Jade said to the PTT.

“As long as you both are okay, then I'm grateful. Thanks to Ghost’s hard work in locating this facility, we can cut out the supply.” Alejandro continued, “I’m coming to get you in 10. Can you be ready by then?”

“Claro. See you in 10 then.”

“Okay, Victor-1 out.”

With that, Jade put her PTT back to the table, scooting aside to check on Ghost’s wounds. “Those hurt too much?”

“Not something I can’t bear.” Ghost looked to his shoulder. Some of the blood seeped and coloured the bandage into pink. It was a bad wound after all.

After she finished re-dressing his wounds, Jade stood up and tidied up the table, taking the used portable bonfire and both ration packages, and putting them inside her backpack all the while Ghost slowly stood up, trying to hold his weight. He must admit that he’s still dizzy from all the blood he lost. If he’d been alone, he might have had to survive the wilderness of the rainforest alone, eating any animal he could hunt. Hell, that was only if he could get out of that warehouse alive with all the injuries that was inflicted upon him.

Jade turned around to find him standing up, holding the side where a bullet grazed him. “You good?”

“I’m fine.”

“Here, take it.” He looked down, finding his skull mask on her hand already cleaned from the blood and dirt, most importantly dry. “I put it beside the little fire all night. Looks good as new. Thought you’ll need it.” Jade smiled as she looked up to accommodate their height difference. If he were to be honest, he didn’t even realize that his face had been out in the open for so long. When was the last time he had his face open this long on a mission, outside, and spent a night with a woman like this?

Still, he owed her so much after this one. She essentially saved his life.

Ghost smiled softly, taking the mask back and wore them over his head, finally covering his face. “Thanks, Lottie. I appreciate it.”

“Anytime, Love.”

Jade turned back to the table to tidy up and wear her gear, but Ghost could only stand dumbfounded at the word that just came out of her mouth.

Love.

Thank the heavens he’d worn the mask already or she would find his face as red as her hair. Fuck.

Well, at least that’s an improvement from ‘Beanpole’.

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Alejandro arrived ten minutes after his call with Jade driving an SUV alone. He found the safehouse after Laswell had given him the location. Alejandro was welcomed by Ghost and Jade already outside, gears on and ready to go.

“¡Hola, Ghost, Jade!” Alejandro shouted to them as he stopped beside the wooden cabin, a wide grin on his face. He got off the car to approach Jade, who had the same grin on her face and hugged the woman as a greeting. Ghost's body tensed beside them.

“Cómo estás, Hermana.” The Mexican colonel said, patting Jade’s back in the hug.

“Muy bien, muy bien, Coronel.”

Seeing Jade smile like that while in someone else’s embrace irked Ghost. Huh.

Alejandro leaned back, looking at the lieutenant up and down, “You good, Ghost?”

“Not dead yet.” He replied.

“Good to see you alive, Hermano. If you both are ready, we can get out of here, and we’ll get you both home.”

Something clicked in Jade’s mind. “Oh, Lord. I forgot one of my knives under the bed. Sorry, can I go back for a sec?”

“Sure.” Alejandro replied, leaning back to the side of the car before Jade walked towards the warehouse to find her blades.

As both men waited, the Mexican glanced at Ghost, who was staring at the woman’s back as she walked her way to the cabin. He knew that since the Las Almas mission, something was going on between these two Brits, prompting an amused scoff out of him.

“Told you not to get lost.”

The Brit flinched and looked at Alejandro, a small smile on his lips. He remembered the last thing that he’d said before leaving Las Almas along with the rest of 141.

‘¡No te pierdas, Carnal!’

Ghost only scoffed, shifting his weight to his leg, recalling a conversation he had years ago with Price back in the SAS base.

“You ever think about settlin’ down, Simon?”

“....No.”

“Maybe we’ll break a leg, get shot, and our career’s over. Think you’ll find yourself a woman?”

“...She’s got to be one crazy bird, then.”

A wheeze from the captain, “Takes crazy to love crazy, innit.”

“If only there’s a woman insane enough to love me.”

With the sight of Jade running back their way with the said knife, Ghost turned to Alejandro, surprising him a little bit as he didn’t expect Ghost to say anything, saying,

“I’m found, Hermano.”

The Mexican colonel laughed at Ghost’s response and patted his back. “That you are. Now let’s get you home.”

fin

WOOHOO! There it goes! Hope you enjoyed it! Reblogs and replies are much appreciated (❁´◡`❁)

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olee · 3 months

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Boludo | Enzo Vogrincic

Para mis hispanas/hispanos: en español completito.

Mientras caminas por las calles de Tlaquepaque en Guadalajara, decides acudir a una pizzería llamada La Valentina. Es de noche y llevas puesto un vestido negro hecho a mano, te sientes supercómoda y segura de ti misma. El mesero te pregunta si quieres ir a una mesa o al bar, y le dices que prefieres el bar. Al llegar, te sientas y le pides al bartender un Moscow Mule. Lo tomas tranquila y feliz, entablas una conversación con él, y le cuentas que eres de (tu país) con una gran sonrisa.

A medida que pasa el tiempo, te das cuenta de que el bartender está muy ocupado. Miras a tu alrededor y ves a tres chicos guapos, pero hay uno en particular que llama más tu atención. Te das cuenta de que no son mexicanos; tienen un acento argentino. Sin embargo, el chico que estás mirando tiene un acento muy peculiar.

Sigues disfrutando de tu trago, y el chico se acerca a ti, diciendo: "Disculpa, eh... es que mis amigos me retaron a que te hablara, porque te ves hermosa y, en realidad, no sé cómo hablarte. Ah... ¿te apetece un trago en la terraza y una pizza? Veo que no has ingerido ningún alimento", dice con timidez.

Sonríes y le respondes, repitiendo sus palabras: " 'No has ingerido ningún alimento', suena muy formal, ¿no? Es que cuando estás tomando un trago, la comida va al final, like the end," dices, terminando en inglés.

"Bueno... arrancamos con un traguito, supongo que eso es un Moscow Mule, y al final nos mandamos una pizza," dice con un toque coqueto.

"¡Vale! Nos vamos pa' la terraza y charlamos," le dices, esbozando una sonrisa pícara.

Cuando suben las escaleras hacia la terraza de La Valentina, te quedas asombrada al contemplar el paisaje nocturno, con una iglesia colonial antigua como telón de fondo y las coloridas calles de Tlaquepaque. Las luces de la terraza crean un ambiente relajante y romántico, y a tu lado está el chico, y comienzas a admirarlo. Sus ojos tienen un toque de caramelo, pero debido a la oscuridad de la noche, se ven intensamente cafés puya. Su nariz es prominente, al estilo de Adam Driver, y su piel tiene un tono moreno, como café con un toque de leche. Alto y hermoso. Era simplemente perfecto.

Entonces, él te mira y se presenta diciendo: "Che, creo que debería presentarme. Soy Enzo, de Montevideo. Resulta que acabo de laburar en una película, o mejor dicho, soy actor, y..."

Sin embargo, lo interrumpes diciendo sorprendentemente: "¡Oh! Con razón ese acento. Me preguntaba de dónde eras. Anyway, me llamo (tu nombre) y soy de (tu país), pero llevo casi toda una vida viviendo en los Estados Unidos".

"Y... ¿por qué estás aquí?" él dice intrigado.

"Amo viajar, y la verdad es que no soy tan amante de Estados Unidos, así que decidí recorrer América Latina. Pronto me iré a España, ya que tengo amistades en Madrid. Quizás me quede allí y trabaje como maestra de inglés," respondes.

Enzo te mira con interés y te dice: "Me encanta que hagas eso— viajar y conocer el mundo. De verdad que sos muy afortunada. Ojalá te vea en Madrid, ya que laburo bastante por allá."

"Gracias, y tú, eres muy afortunado. Yo pienso que la actuación es un trabajo de talento y valentía," le decís orgullosamente, dejando un toque de coqueteo en tus palabras.

Mientras Enzo y tú están inmersos en una conversación sobre logros y conociéndose, entran los amigos de Enzo, visiblemente tomados. Un chico guapo y argentino le dice a Enzo: "Che, yo pensé que te habías desaparecido con la boluda," mientras otro chico le pregunta a Enzo: "Pero, ¿quién es esta chica, Enzo? Preséntela." Tú te ríes ante sus comentarios disparatados.

Enzo te mira medio avergonzado y suelta: "(Tu nombre), estos son mis amigos del alma y compatriotas, Matías, Agustín y Simón. Son más locos que una cabra en patines, pero los banco a muerte".

"Un placer," decís tímidamente, mientras Matías suelta con su típico humor: "Che, vos sos muy guapa, Enzo, me la cogiste, pero como amigo te la doy." Agustín te dice: "(Tu nombre), te dejamos a vos y a Enzo tranquilo, nosotros nos vamos para una discoteca. Enzo, me mandás un mensaje para saber que vos estás vivo. Y sí, vente chico’, que nos vamos, ciao." Todos se despiden de manera cómica y se encaminan hacia la discoteca.

Tú miras a Enzo riéndote, y él, medio avergonzado, te dice: "Los quiero, pero a veces se pasan." Tú te ríes aún más y le dices que no te preocupes. Después, Enzo te dice: "Vos tenés una sonrisa hermosa," y luego, como disculpándose, agrega: "Es que es verdad."

Después de la risueña conversación, Enzo te mira y sugiere: "¿Qué te parece si caminamos un poco por la calle? Seguro encontramos algo interesante." Asientes con entusiasmo, y juntos se aventuran por las coloridas calles de Tlaquepaque.

Enzo y tú se encuentran con unos mariachis que entonan “Y…” de Javier Solís. Sin dudarlo, Enzo te toma de la mano y te invita a bailar cómicamente en plena calle, siguiendo el ritmo apasionado de la música mexicana. Ríen y se divierten, creando un momento inolvidable mientras los mariachis continúan su serenata. La noche se llena de risas, música y la magia de ese encuentro espontáneo en las coloridas calles de Tlaquepaque.

Mientras caminan, se cruzan con una parada animada de tacos. Enzo sonríe y te propone: "(Tu nombre), ¿qué te parece si paramos acá y nos mandamos unos tacos? Y, obvio, los acompañamos con una Coronita." La idea te parece re buena, y los dos se acomodan en la parada, compartiendo risas y sabores locales.

Son las dos de la mañana y de repente llegan los tres amigos de Enzo, caminando en zigzag debido a la borrachera, y le gritan a los dos: "¡Enzoooo, boludo! ¿Nos vamos?" Enzo te mira y tú le dices: "No te preocupes, ya tienes mi número." Él te dice: "Me escribís cuando llegues a casa, y nos vemos mañana por un café, ¿vale?" Tú le respondes: "Claro, ¿cómo no?" y le das un beso, a lo cual Enzo responde profundamente. Mientras tanto, los chicos están gritando: "¡Enzoooo, ya cásate, cabrón!" La noche termina con risas, besos y la promesa de un encuentro al día siguiente.

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republicansaredomesticterrorists · 8 days

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“Failed presidential candidate Gov. Ron DeSantis (R) signed a bill late last week barring Florida localities from requiring employers to provide outdoor workers with access to water, rest and shade, outraging workplace safety advocates who say the new law will kill people.

Backed by the agricultural and construction industries, the controversial legislation is what’s known as a “preemption” law: It forbids cities and counties from pursuing their own ordinances on a particular subject, in this case protections from extreme heat.

The law effectively nullifies a proposal in Miami-Dade County that would require some employers to maintain a heat safety program and provide employees with water and shade on hot days. The county commission recently withdrew the proposal after the state legislation put its legality in doubt.

The preemption bill recently passed the Republican-controlled state House and Senate, along with a similar measure that prevents jurisdictions from requiring employers to pay livable wages on government-funded projects.

Unions and other progressive groups said blocking heat regulations would endanger farm and construction workers and anyone else who labors in one of the hottest states in the country.

“Someone is going to die as a result of this legislation,” Kim Smith, a telecommunications technician, told HuffPost last month.

Last year, Texas Republicans passed a similar preemption bill that blocked localities from implementing heat protections as well as other ordinances related to housing and labor. The legislation, known as Texas’ “death star bill,” appeared designed to thwart local laws in Austin and Dallas that guaranteed water breaks for workers.

The bill Gov. Ron DeSantis (R) just signed blocks jurisdictions like Miami-Dade County from implementing their own heat safety standards.

The bill Gov. Ron DeSantis (R) just signed blocks jurisdictions like Miami-Dade County from implementing their own heat safety standards. SOPA IMAGES VIA GETTY IMAGES

Florida Republicans pushing for the preemption law said they wanted to avoid a “patchwork” of local regulations around the state related to heat safety, arguing the matter was better left to the federal Occupational Safety and Health Administration.

But OSHA does not yet have a heat-specific safety rule, and proposals to create a uniform, statewide standard in Florida have gone nowhere over the years because of a lack of Republican support.

More than 430 workers have died due to environmental heat exposure since 2011, according to OSHA. But relatively few jurisdictions have laws in place that require employers to provide water, shade and heat safety training. Just three — California, Oregon and Washington — mandate heat breaks for outdoor workers. Minnesota has heat standards for indoor workers, while Colorado does for farmworkers.

“Overheating is one of the most common and most serious dangers in the workplace,” Rep. Alma Adams (D-N.C.), who recently co-authored a federal bill ordering OSHA to regulate heat exposure, told HuffPost. “Is requiring a glass of water and some shade too much to ask?”

Climate change is making heat waves both more intense and more frequent, raising fears that a growing number of workers could die if governments don’t implement safety measures.

A farmworker in Miami-Dade County died last July during what would become the hottest month ever recorded. The man’s family told NBC South Florida that he’d recently suffered symptoms consistent with heat stress. A farmworker in the county told HuffPost last month that the foreman at the plant nursery where he works prohibited even 30-second breaks in the blazing sun since this is the busiest growing season for exotic flora.

The Biden administration is currently crafting a federal heat safety standard through OSHA, but federal rules take years to develop, often face litigation and can be undermined by subsequent administrations. Former President Donald Trump could simply drop pursuit of the rule if he defeats Biden in their expected rematch in November.”

#ron desatan #republican assholes #maga morons #republicans kill the working man-literally kill them

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