#Lita Bomb

[1skittler1]

Hello, Daddy, hello, Mom I'm your ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch, cherry bomb (x)

[70sgroovy]

the runaways photographed by bob gruen in los angeles, 1976

[animalb0y]

70's The Runaways.

[vintage-tigre]

The Runaways, 1978

Cherie Currie, Lita Ford and Joan Jett featuring in a rare Japanese publication

[marvelobsessed134]

I just watched the runaways movie and omg I’m so gay

[cadencewishes]

Our cover of "Cherry Bomb" :]

[melancholyismywordoftheday]

Live Laugh Love Joan Jett

[meikerrdehan75]

Lita Ford, Cherie Currie and Slash, Cherry Bomb (2013)

[cupcakeslushie]

Lita’s so cute! I’ve heard of lita from the idw comics, where did thw may part of her name come from? Or is that also from the idw comics? I haven’t gotten very far in them lol

The May part is 100% an homage to @star-sparkler and her baby girl August. But also the in-world reason is, it’s an apology to April. Donnie was so antagonistic towards her when they first met, and now she’s like one of his best friends. Also I love double names. Her full name is Lita May Draxum-Hamato and Donnie USES it when he’s mad. When he’s teasing her, and just being Dad™️, he calls her May-day!

I just figured (as far as I’m caught up, cause I am a little behind) but Lita in the comics does not have much backstory, and was just a random, unknown, homeless child who got caught in the mutagen bomb and then adopted by the Hamato Clan, so I figured I had a ton of room to play with the character!

[portableleo]

Hii question whos Lita and her origin??

Lita is a character from the IDW comics!

If you are wondering about her origin in my comic, I will reveal that later down the line, but as for IDW (spoilers ahead)

She was an abandoned child that got mutated by the mutagen bomb, and she gets taken in by Jennika. The turtles all eventually kind of adopt her so she’s like their kid lol

[edgessunflower]

Hi babes!!! I have another Jeff request for you. You have free reign to go crazy.

Yesss

Swanton bomb meet cute

Pairing: Jeff Hardy x Fem reader

Description: While in a tag team match against the Hardy boys and Lita, you get swanton bombed by Jeff and it leads to an interesting moment in and out of the ring

You cheer on Christian who was in the ring with Matt during your tag team match with Edge and christian against Lita and The Hardy brothers. You get tagged in by a dazed and slightly injured edge, first putting up a big fight against lita before she tags Jeff in after knocking you down with the help of matt, you groan as you look up to see jeff on the ropes and diving on top of you as you try to move away folding in a ball as he sees your face out of the corner of his eye leaning towards you acting like he was going to pick you up or roll you over "You hurt or out of breath?" you cough roughly as you nod getting up with his help groaning in pain making him worried and guilty that he harmed you along with the concerned angry stares of christian and edge and the stunned looks on matt and lita until suddenly the most unexpected thing happens. While matt yells at him thinking he had seriously injured a woman you hold your aching side right before tangling your legs in his rolling down on the ground holding him tightly until the bell rings leaving him stunned on the mat while edge and christian hop in the ring yelling in joy as they lift you up being announced the winners while matt and lita stare in pure shock, luckily you only had a bad bruise and a momentary loss of air from your body, wincing and yelping when edge sticks an ice pack on the bruise as you lay on the couch exhausted from the match as the boys left going and talking to Jacqueline down the hall dozing on and out until you see someone walking to you before stopping and inch away, you move your hand looking to see jeff who sees the bruise on your side from the now barely cold ice pack slipped down near your hip crouching down and looking at it leaving you confused and a bit nervous by the action "Sorry about that I try to land on people with my torso" you laugh at the weird statement but smile sweetly noticing the southern accent in his voice. The two of you end up going into an hours long flow of conversations leading to an agreed plan of drinks and dinner later that week and a gentle forehead kiss leaving you a smiling rosy mess on the couch by the time edge and christian come back walking past jeff a few minutes earlier while matt and lita are left curious when jeff comes back to their shared locker room smiling and unknown by them at the time with your hairband for your bob length hair wrapped and holding his longer hair in a bun.

[graylinesspam]

Donnie wasn't the most emotionally in-tuned person. The people around him tried to explain, the best they could, why they had certain emotional reactions. At least afterward. But a lot of the finer details were just not something that could be explained in an upfront manner.

Sometimes they just reacted in confusing and nonsensical ways.

He remembers once, seeing April in the kitchen, sipping on something alcoholic, the flush in her cheeks and the exuberance in her expression indicating that she was already somewhat inebriated. "You just used to be so little," she pouted as Mikey laughed in her face.

"I could hold you in the palm of my hand" she said holding her small hand out for them to see, one finger tracing a circle in the middle to illustrate her point.

"And you miss that?" Mike asks.

"sometimes." She pouts.

He didn't understand exactly what the appeal was. He's seen small animals before. They were cute. But he didn't really understand the appeal that they had for some people.

The way their bodies would seize up and they would squeal in delight at seeing something small. It all seemed a bit dramatic to him. He shrugged it off as something primal in the mammalian brain. Some spawn rearing instinct that got confused sometimes.

Turtles had no such instincts. They didn't raise their own young. Their babies were born more or less full formed. Independent. Nature wasn't always as soft and cuddly as the humans like to pretend their world was.

He didn't need to understand more that a surface level about all of those complicated overwhelming emotions.

Until...until they find her.

She's such a little thing. a little round shell. Four little limbs all tucked up underneath it. head ducked, not used to being able to retreat into her shell, but none the less hunched between her shoulders. He kneels low and taps a finger against the curve of her little foot and it flinches, tucking further beneath.

She's terrified right now, and in all logical reality, Donnie should be doing damage control. Calming her down, getting her to safety. But he's just...to stunned.

Too fascinated.

Her tiny little limbs are completely white, an almost shine to the smooth calloused scales. soft and pliable under the tip of his finger. Unimaginably small bones strung together under equally as small and delicate muscles. Formed so similarly to his own.

He can't spend so much time marveling over her, not in this rubble, he has to pull her away from the danger. The aftermath of the bomb is already inciting violence all over the city, he needs to bring her to a secure location.

He convinces her, though how much that is through words and how much is just taking advantage of her shock is to be seen. Her little body is so tiny in his arms as he carries her back though. Her head tucked low against his chest, her legs dangling over his arm. Little beak scrunched and rubbing over his plastron.

He has to put his head back on. The other guys are dealing with disasters and new mutants all over the city. They need him. So he passes his tiny little passenger off to April's waiting arms. The little turtle girl looking somehow bigger in April's spindly holds.

It's a long time before he makes it back to the lair. There are more new mutants than they can deal with. Chaos and horror and wreckage everywhere. They do their best to direct them. Designating safe ares and herding them together. There will be more work for them in the foreseeable future than there has ever been in their lives.

So many questions they have to confront now.

But That's for tomorrow. Today he has to introduce his brothers to the girl. Lita.

April had messaged him a couple updates over the last few days. The first one had been her name. Four letters. small like her. Cute. Feminine.

When they drag their tired and busted shells back through the lair they see that the living room has been somewhat rearranged. The three couches and recliner all pulled tighter together in somewhat of a square shape, Pillows and blankets piled down in the middle. The Tv is turned low, but the bright light flashes through the otherwise dark room.

They see red hair first between flashing commercial frames. They lean over the back of the couches to peer down at April. Who has apparently curled herself into a tight ring. In the space between her curled arms and tucked legs there is a pale beige shell, only the size of April's own chest. Perfectly round. 13 scutes, 28 ridges. Like their shells just....small.

Words are failing him in the strangest way. All he can think about is how small she is. Every little part of her from one of the fingers curled around April's wrist to the curve of the back of her head. She just so small.

None of them speak, not risking startling the girls, or maybe they're just too exhausted. But they don't move either. Standing around observing the little scene. April curled protectively around the child. Whatever buried maternal instincts kicking on in service of her charge.

Head even tucked around Lita's, hiding her in the vulnerable space against her neck. Soft even breathing from both of them at remarkably different paces.

Sometimes when they were little, Mike would wonder what it would be like to have a mom. Donnie would always remind him that female turtles didn't rear their young. They were built smart, capable enough to survive.

Now he thinks back to all the things April has taught them. From facts about how to navigate the outside world to complex discussions about society and emotions and psychology. Trying her damnedest to equip them with everything she could pass on. Everything they might need.

Her hand lays lovingly over the curve of Lita's shell and Donnie wishes he could reach out to. To hold her.

Splinter clears his throat quietly catching all four of the boys attention. His worn and aged appearance brightening more than they've seen since reconnecting with April. He has a permanent smile hiding under his whiskers. He motions with one hand for them to disperse.

They need to clean up, catch up on some sleep. The next day will only bring more chaos. More challenges.

Almost in unison they all glance back at the girls, something completely indescribable in their eyes.

[kdo-three]

The Runaways - Cherry Bomb (1976) Joan Jett / Kim Fowley from: “Cherry Bomb” / “Blackmail” (Single) “The Runaways” (LP)

Garage | Proto-Punk

JukeHostUK (left click = play) (320kbps)

Personnel: Cherie Currie: Lead Vocals Lita Ford: Lead Guitar / Backing Vocals Joan Jett: Rhythm Guitar / Backing Vocals Nigel Harrison: Bass Sandy West: Drums / Backing Vocals

Produced by Kim Fowley

Album Recorded: @ Fidelity Recorders in Studio City (Los Angeles), California USA and @ The Criterion Studios Hollywood, California USA 1975

Album Released: on June 1, 1976

Single Released: in June of 1976

Mercury Records

Cherry Red Records (2003 CD Reissue)

[breesays]

My son, my sun

Where did my little boo learn to talk to plants? We take plant babies from Gramma Lita's massive yard, recently started propagating them in water. Nothing for the first couple of weeks. Then Des said, "Mama, let me hold them" - and he took the bulb in his hand, looked lovingly at that little would-be-could-be plant and spoke to it in a way that astonished me. "You are so beautiful" he said. "You are doing such a good job. I am so happy to see you." I died, they thrived.

Four nights ago we unwrapped a fragrant bath bomb and I said, "Mmm, rose" and he started serenading me, from the "wonderful roses" part of "Til There Was You" and who can even do that? I feel like if I want to sing something, even casually, I have to start from the top. He vocalizes the percussion part of songs. Chh chh chh. Probably not revolutionary, but something new for my brain.

Some of the moms who got a spot in TK are reporting back that one of their kids "goals" for the year is to count to 20. Oh. Des can count to 100, and in Spanish. The other day he taught me how to say "knees" in Spanish, which is when I found out he can sing "Head Shoulders Knees and Toes" in a second language. He remembers numbers really well, and has a good grasp of time. He can math way more at 4 years old than I could at like, 7 years old - and that's just because it's interesting to him, measurements and doubling things and how old was his friend Felix when he turned 2? Sometimes I just have to say, "That is a calculation I can't do on the fly, buddy."

He's growing his hair out long so he can make it curly, like his friend Vienna and his cousin Emerson. I wish he liked to read books together more, but maybe that will come later. It's OK if that's an interest we don't share. We make up new words until we're too tired, me channeling the IKEA catalog. Sometimes he says, "I have an idea - let's count to the highest number we know" to which I reply, "That does not sound like fun to mama, can we play a word game instead?" He also loves blowing up and popping balloons. Actually, he loves doing a lot of things with balloons - keepy uppy, birdy-flying, inflating then deflating, using them as stamps, talking about them on his imaginary YouTube channel...

He likes to eat seaweed snacks and will basically try any food at least once. He loves tomatoes, so much so that he will eat them like an apple. He steals my sushi and told me the pumpkin seeds needed "more paprika."

He makes funny observations. I took him to my work party recently and I told him Erica was in charge. When we looked back at photos from that night he asked, "Does Erica ever go home?" I said "Yes, of course, she has two kiddos of her own - why do you think that she doesn't?" He said, "Well, she's in charge."

My therapist is retiring at the end of the year, and then I won't have anyone to tell me what's healthy or adjusted anymore. I told her that sometimes Desmond says, "You know, Mama, I love Dada more than you." I respond: "That's OK, my love for you doesn't change." It doesn't hurt me, it makes me curious - what is he trying to accomplish? That non-judgemental curiosity they tried to summon from the depth of my cold being during the "can we save this marriage?" time - there it is! Therapist said: It's remarkable that he even vocalized this. It's called secure attachment.

For awhile I also wondered - does Des need therapy during this transition? He has asked why we don't live together anymore and I said, "not all families live together" - but all the families he knew of, did. So we got a couple books. Representation. Therapist said: Unless he is acting out, or it's disrupting, he is ok. Again, the fact that he's even asking these questions is GREAT. I do a value a good question-asker.

I'm still writing my book of essays and I've recently hit 38K words. I've considered publishing under a pseudonym, because I don't want to FIGHT about asexuality. I just want some previously unlearned people to know that it EXISTS. I publish most of my revelations and feelings about being Ace on my Medium. The blog that upset him was titled "Ace Week 2023" - and posted on Medium. I didn't have the time or mental capacity to react at the time. I just chose not to. Spiral, if you must - I will not add any fuel. But I did feel mad, when I unboxed that compartmentalization --

Sometimes I want to be kind and gentle and empathic because, wow we didn’t know anything, did we? There wasn’t the vocabulary for what I was experiencing. There were no alternate storylines to draw inspiration from. But sometimes I am furious, violated, underestimated. 

If you just light the path, everyone will find their own way there, right? I’m the deer in headlights, then I run towards the inevitable crash. Scampering off into the unlit wild was somehow more intimidating. So, blind yourself. Numb yourself. Anything to get to the other side.

[mooncalfe-art]

Kind of a part 2 to my last Questions on the What If TMNT stories

1. In the Mutagen Bomb activated during Splinters leadership of the Foot Clan do you think in it Splinter would give sanctuary to the mutated citizens of New York?(Maybe even the Mutanimals?)

2. I finished typing the Pepperoni one early yesterday so to reiterate, what would happen in the Mutant Town Arc if Pepperoni was mutated by the Mutagen Bomb?

3. Would anything change if Koya, Bludgeon,Bebop,Rocksteady and N'shovi were forced to stay in Mutant Town?

4. Not quite your story but if it was in Krisa's first appearance what would happen if she did leave with Raph and Alopex(with Zodi entangled in her tail as their prisoner)

5. In the 'What if Slash lived' scenario what would Mona think of Slash?(Especially if he was in that support group in 112)

6. How old would the Next Gen Splinter Clan members be if they were introduced with Lita and the Weasels(Personally I think Wendy O,Doro and Bruce would be the oldest with Jinx and Artemisia being a year younger than Lita, Mushroom,Zanna and Zink)

7. If Mona decided to still be flirty with Donatello after 112(and eventually start dating)how might the story change if at all?(Sorry I keep asking but it was a cute ship plus I miss their interactions)

If these questions are annoying you just let me know and I'll tone them down

Probably not, Splinter was a hard-ass during that time.

Pepperoni's Night Out

You think the EPF or the perimeter wall could keep Bebop, Rocksteady, or Koya contained?!

Krisa's Night Out

Slash wouldn't be in the support group, that was a group for humans-turned-mutants!

20-25

Mona probably would have tagged along on Don's adventure through time in issues 145-150.

[rageprufrock]

If you are still taking asks: What are your thoughts on Prapai?

P.s. I have been following you since your Inception days I believe. I just love the way you write. Your turn of phrase staggers me! Keep it up!

Prapai makes zero sense as a human being and I'm obsessed with him. If we take his behavior at face value, then he is actually a golden retriever of a human being, but that also ignores the reality of the implicit behavior prior to the beginning of our deeper narrative association of him? By the time we get into shit in episode 8 of LITA, we see Pai has a hot shit racer who sleeps around but then gets his world rocked by Sky and undergoes a total personal transformation. He's so cute and devoted! He delivers food! He loves Sky completely! It's all so tender and romantic!

ONLY IF YOU THINK ABOUT IT:

Pai is also a 25 year old fuckboy whose leisure activity is to engage in one of the most deadly sports in the world in an illegal racing circuit run by the fucking Thai mafia, and he knows Sky's abusive shitbag of an ex socially!! He might not LIKE them, but he's not shunning them socially, either. Like imagine if you're dating someone, and you go to a party with them and you find out your partner hangs out socially with Ben Shapiro. Does that not say 1 million things about your partner, even if they aren't besties with Ben Shapiro? Wouldn't you be gearing up for a deep night of soulful introspection about this person? A pro and con list that has to take into account if that dick is bomb enough to negotiate on whether or not he continues to hang out with the type of people who hangs out with fucking Ben Shapiro?

One of the most interesting elements of the series for me was when Sky was shutting Pai down hard post party in episode 12, when we saw Pai really, really angry. He's actually fucking scary when he's pissed! His entire house is tiptoeing around him, and he's just staring at his cell phone like a whole psycho and then he busts out THREE DIFFERENT MOBILE PHONES to call Sky--are those his phones?? When he was stalking Sky pre-dating, he was just changing his sim cards. Where did these fucking mobiles come from? Did he just steal them from other people in his house? What the fuck!

Also the fact that I have to clarify about the pre-dating stalking, not the post-dating stalking, is a problem! It's fiction so whatever, but were anyone in reality to engage in his behavior in the early days of his and Sky's interaction--that includes everything from the night they fucking met to the pervert rough breathing phone calls when he's probably doing bumps of coke and lifting in his gym at home--it would be like a fucking fire sale at the red flag outlet store.

So this is a guy whose anger is cold and calculated and terrifying, has no qualms with engaging in recreational or less recreational stalking behavior, used to and comfortable wielding power, clearly has a very elastic sense of morality, and no normal human calibration for fear of death. He also has the relentless confidence of both social privilege and generational wealth, and it is heavily implied in the series that he gets the Thai mafia to kill his boyfriend's ex. This guy is 100 percent a sophisticated sociopath whose upbringing and socialization has taught him how to mask flawlessly, and who has identified Sky as one of the 10 people he gives a fuck about on the whole planet.

I want to be super clear: all of this makes Prapai impossibly attractive to me and I'm obsessed with him. Pai triggers in me the same instinctive yearning that I feel when I spot a pack of Marlboro Reds or see a tumbler of bourbon. To leverage terminology the tumblr youth have taught me, Prapai is blorbo-shaped, to me, and has never done anything wrong, ever, in his entire life.