#LIGHTNIGN SPEED

[aamusedly]

Hancock didn't fight her hands on him to help him up, not at first. He was still stunned, not to mention quite a bit heavier with his colonial getup now totally waterlogged and his boots full of muck.

That changed once he had his feet underneath him, when he reached out to give her a none-too-gentle shove in the shoulder. His teeth bared at her, dark eyes narrowed. "What the fuck, Karlach-?! You don't run without my say-so, I'm your motherfucking boss, and if you're gonna--"

Another shove, this one certainly weaker as he was more or less stumbling into her. His hands settled on the straps of her shirt, already steaming from the water. "You could'a got yourself killed!! You should have, and-- and I just fucking found you, and--"

Hancock's frustrated snarl continued, even after he pulled her down by the straps to press his mouth to hers in a hard, relieved kiss.

Gobsmacked would be the understatement of the century. In all honestly, she'd expected for the fuckers to put up some semblance of a fight and the distraction would have lasted longer than a few minutes. Idly, she wondered if Hancock had given off any weird fumes that could've gotten her high on contact or...

Well, there were a lot of questions that she needed answering about herself, it seemed. Karlach shook her head, and turned to trot off to hunt for her boss. It was a short walk to the river, and Karlach stooped to help him up from the soft muck of the bank, and helped him straighten himself up.

From the first glance, he seemed entirely unscathed, and griping about her stupidity. It had worked out, but Karlach was not willing to tempt fate twice.

"Nah, you're not. If anything you should be giving me a raise, no other bodyguard would trot headlong into danger at the drop of a hat. Can't buy loyalty like mine."

Though a joke, it fell a little bit flat. Something about a near-death experience was enough shake the playfulness out of her, at least for a little while.

"You hurt? Need a stimpak?"

[rapid-oxidization]

I should not be allowed to drink coffee

[newfiesatnasa-fr]

LIGHTNIGN ROUND

ok so like 3 people are up and i lvoe you all but 2 those shy people we got

LIGHTNING ROUND LAIR REVIEWS LETS GO LESBIANS!! REMEMBER MY OLD LAIR REVIEWS? YEAH THESE ARE MORE WILD BC ITS IN ALL CAPS

ILL BE PICKING ONE (1) DRAGON FROM UR LAIR AND ILL ABSOLUTELY SCREAM ABOUT THEM!!! NONSENSE!!! IM TIRED AND CONFUSED ND IM READY TO LOOK AT A DRAGON AND HAVE MY MIND BLOWN 

so please, reblog this post w/ ur lair and ill pick ONE (1) dragon (plus a possible shoutout) from ur lair and fuckign SCREAM about them!! HELL YEAH LETS DO THIS

ITLL ONLY OPEN FOR A LIMITED TIME THO SO REBLOG THIS AT LIGHTNING SPEEDS!!!!!! HURRY!!!

(please. please do not pay me i love u all for being thoughtful but please its just 1 dragon and ill be forced 2 use my gun emoji on u)

[rolcplaycr]

@justicebyarrows plotted

He'd been struggling to sleep for a long time. Being away from his own team always made it harder, but Barry had learnt how to be quiet about it. He was just spending the night in the base - not intentionally. He'd been helping out with some tech, Cisco and Caitlin were busy watching over Central City. This was more Barry's skills, really, and so he'd spent a good few hours helping out. But he was exhausted, having spent the entire day out as the Flash and now here, helping with this... and he hadn't slept properly in a few weeks. So he'd fallen asleep, slumped over awkwardly on a desk, his head on his arm. He was breathing steady and deep, the automatic lights dimming in the space, and then - he groaned slightly, face starting to crinkle.

Maybe an hour he'd managed to sleep, with sore neck and numb arm. And now the nightmares started to crowd up on him. PTSD was one hell of a bitch, and he had never really had any treatment for it - the speedster kept it to himself, just how much it weighed on him. A hundred options zooming at high speed through his mind, flickers of every villain, every time he'd been too slow, every timeline he'd broken. The ghost of pain as his alternates had burned up, been destroyed, Savitar's face - his face - so twisted with rage, seeing Iris die, HR, all those people giving their lives for him - panic set in. And around him, although he moved in real time, electricity started to dart. The lights hummed on, and his eyes snapped open, glowing red. He kicked his heels and ran, instinctively, striking the wall.

Running up the walls, barely even thinking, just desperate to get away. Breathing too hard, too fast, save Iris, save Oliver, save - everyone - save - and there was more and more lightning as he skidded to a stop in the middle of the room, gasping desperately. He staggered. More and more the red lightnign built, and darted off his form. The lights above him hummed louder and louder until red lightning struck them, drawing electricity, plunging the room into darkness except for his crackles and the humming of machines. And he couldn't stop, couldn't breathe, body moving in real time but the lightning generating more and more violently.

[torschlusspanikattack]

Speed a little hit at whfub i contesvurr constructed plausible truth out out half truths was lighfntn kgintn lightnign more truth and real than truth and real basicsltb coudbrbn believe it

they should invent a clubbing that feels good isywae of the same good that completing a homework assignment does (too long to liveblog last 5 hours but maybe after b while in seething )

[shitpostidolheadcanons]

How does the pana be angr

she SCREAM she STRIKE she DESTROY ALL THOSE IN HER PATH with her speed FAST as LIGHTNIGN and strength STRONG as TRACTORS

maki once even lost A PENCIL due to panayo’s EXTREME ANGER

[9180-remade]

whenever This Isnt The End plays on my phone i have to skip it at lightnign speed because it makes me so sad like. god