#lightning pass

[somewherefornow]

SHRINKING VIOLET/SALU DIGBY & LIGHTNING LASS /AYLA RANZZ in LEGION OF SUPER-HEROES (2011)

[mydairpercabeth]

TEASING SEASON 2 WITH THE CHARIOT RACE?? SEASON 2 YOU ARE ALREADY THE MOST PERCABETH SEASON TO EVER HAPPEN

ps: the budget increase is so clear to me. oh they are inVESTED

[gulava]

We'll be able to be together again, right? When all this is over?

[practicemakesperfect10hiyya]

oh one of my dearest old headcanons for tdroti was when the cast was announced knock off merchandisers immediately got to work after the success of gen 1 and mass produced shitty little button pins of each contestant with the photos either poorly cropped promotional material or straight up personal photos of their faces from the internet

dakota already keeping an eye on her publicity finds them and goes wow these are the ugliest things ive ever seen. and buys the cast an entire pack

everyone gets a pin of their own face and while some people (scott) immediately threw it out some have been traded around or kept in their bags because come on theyre funny looking. there's an ongoing competition to see who can keep brick's the longest. mike gives zoey his pin instead of that terrifying necklace. b has managed to accumulate atleast 3 of his face and they dont know how.

[daniclaytcn]

just remembered that eddie called buck "cowboy"...wild

[wilburewormarts]

THE GUY!

closeups and alt version under the cut

[borealwrites]

Whenever there was a storm, Iruka remembers his parents hiding him away. The barrier seals that cover his windows dull the thunder into a low rumble, like how he remembers the sea, and all he can see through the glass is an inky darkness. Those seals are the first ones they teach him, and they tell him to always have them on hand.

When he’s a little older, he asks why he can’t watch the storm like his friends. They tell him that around when he was born, there was a terrible storm that lasted for weeks. In desperation, his grandfather prayed to the storm gods, offering up his newly born grandson as a sacrifice if they would make them stop. And the storms stopped. Unwilling to let such a fate befall their child, his parents took him and fled to Konoha.

Iruka isn’t sure he believes in storm gods, but he loves his parents. Then the kyuubi comes, and suddenly gods don’t seem so fake anymore. So he covers his room at the orphanage and then his apartment with wards, and bites back the defensiveness when Mizuki makes fun of him. It isn’t the thunder and lightning he’s afraid of, it’s what they could bring.

When storms are coming, he can feel his skin crawl, like someone is watching him. Iruka strengthens the wards on his apartment and doesn’t take missions, instead hiding away in the Hokage Tower, where nobody can touch him. Some storms make it feel like someone if pounding at his barriers. On those nights he tucks himself into the corner of his apartment, as far from his windows as he can, and huddles under a blanket, wishing he weren’t so alone.

But Iruka cannot outrun and avoid storms forever. There’s a stillness in the air when he’s assigned a mission with Hatake Kakashi that he cannot refuse. Overhead the clouds are full and heavy with rain, and there’s a tinge of ozone that sets Iruka’s nerves on edge. Thunder rumbles in the distant sky when they find the enemy’s trail, and the clouds burst upon first clash.

It takes every bit of Iruka’s skill to keep from being overwhelmed. The enemy is too strong, and his heart too soft. All the warnings his parents repeated tug at him, and he’s too distracted.

Lightning strikes the tree that Iruka’s opponent is crouched in, close enough he can feel the heat. The air is saturated with enough chakra that Iruka feels drunk off it, even as it makes his hair stand on end. Blinking to clear the searing light from his eyes, Iruka chokes on a gasp.

Before him stands Kakashi, his arm buried in the chest of the now very crispy enemy ninja, sparks of electricity arcing almost lazily across his body. With a flick of his wrist Kakashi’s arm is free, and he glares down at the corpse. Something feels wrong, and while Iruka’s common sense screams at him to move, he feels rooted to the spot. Two eyes, one storm cloud grey and the other heat lightning red, lock onto his.

Kakashi’s hand, the one that had just killed a man, cups Iruka’s cheek. Once, while experimenting with seals, Iruka had shocked himself with a raiton based seal. It had hurt, and left his arm numb for two days. The merest brush of Kakashi’s fingers brings the same feelings for half a second before subsiding into a strange tingling sensation.

“I can finally touch you, my Iruka, my bride,” Kakashi’s voice was a low growl, an almost predatory sound that made Iruka jerk back. As soon as he broke contact with Kakashi, it seemed like all of Iruka’s strength left him. Like a puppet with cut strings he collapsed, and was only saved by Kakashi gathering him into his arms.

“Rest, Iruka. I’ll take care of everything else,” Kakashi cooed, and Iruka found himself helpless to resist. His last thought before he sank into unconsciousness was if his parents would be disappointed he didn’t fight harder.

This can now be found, in an expanded version, on Ao3

[roe-and-memory]

doc had a dog.

long before lightning — hell, before lightning was even born — doc had a dog.

it was in the late 60s, when a man rolled through town with a box of bloodhound pups in the bed of his truck. he was selling them for cheap — purebreds, too — and he’d just so happened to need medical assistance during his short time in town.

doc was “new”, not new to being a doctor, but “new” to the town. he saw new people every day, but rarely did anyone ever come into his clinic. so, when the man strolled in after a stay in the motel across the road, just beside lizzie’s, he was excited to get some cash.

however, after he’d wrapped the mans wound and advised him on some helpful medication, was he informed that the man had no money.

doc was irritated! who wouldnt be? it cost him money for those supplies, and it would’ve been nice to know he wasn’t profiting anything..

however, he was quickly interrupted with an offer.

“i’ve seen you eyein’ those puppies out there,” the man said, “how about i give you one and come back when i get the cash? i’ll be back in no time.”

doc was sceptical, but accepted. he was surrounded by people he loved, but maybe if he brought a dog into the house, he wouldn’t feel so alone.

of course, the man never came back. quite frankly, doc forgot all about it. he fell in love with that puppy, and it took no time at all for him to become apart of the town. if anything, it made doc feel all the more closer to his fellow townsfolk, with them wanting the dog around and all.

throughout the rest of the sixties, and then the entirety of the seventies, the last one falling in 1982, there were photos that lined the town hall walls. town photos, that is, and it was of all the townsfolk over the years. in all of those photos for those years, was that dog.

in the earlier photos, doc could be seen with an ever-growing puppy at the front of the crowd, his crutches on the ground beside him as he kneeled before everyone else, hand on the dogs back and a big smile on his face. in the later pictures he was standing, yet again crutchless, but this time he had the fully grown, dopey looking bloodhound in his arms like a baby, still as happy as ever.

(if you asked doc, he’d say he was standing all on his own in those photos. if you asked flo? she’d tell you that ramone or red had their hands on his back to keep the man steady. you could even see it in some of the photos, just barely noticeable.)

there are photos in docs house too, of him with that dog. when flo wasnt running the café, she was capturing candid memories of her family, meaning she’d more often than not be running around with a camera, capturing the moments she found joy in. a lot of those took place in docs yard — whether it was the doctor playing fetch with his companion, or sitting around a campfire with that damned dog in his lap, the light of the flames being the only thing lighting up their faces as he chatted away to sheriff, or ramone, or red.. or whoever was beside him — they were captured and printed out, and doc hung them around his house with pride.

over 20 years later and there was still a collar and leash hanging by his front door. it hangs off the key hooks, taking up two slots — but doc didnt care. he never moved them.

lightning asked once. he asked about the collar and the pictures, and doc never gave him much of an answer. just a smile and a shrug.

[littlegalerion]

Sir, who gave you permission to be this way?

[silentgrim]

𝒟𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝒹𝒾𝒶𝓇𝓎, 𝐼 𝓂𝑒𝓉 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝓉𝑜𝒹𝒶𝓎. 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒… 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔.

[necromycologist]

i think i say this like all the time but it is a TRAVESTY that we dont do more with came back wrong nick. ohhh he died from being possessed by the destroyer and sat in the river for a while and got brought back to life by an immensely powerful but also untrustworthy free magic creature? and hes Normal Human? stop lying to me man i know theres something wrong with him

[arsenicflame]

thinking about Izzy walking around the whole ship pulling out every other candle from the hallways, from the rooms, especially from stede's fancy candle stashes, just for his dramatic 'relearning the basics' moment

[yayornaypolls]

the smell of rain

[akkivee]

hitoya’s the kind of drunk that does stupid shit when he hits his threshold, like feeling upstaged by jakurai playing piano so he plays drums with tableware lmao but he also has no recollection of getting that faded, like that one time he apparently woke up in a ditch and covered in mud after a night out but deadass didn’t remember how he got there so by all means, he and jakurai are the exact same drunk, it’s just that jakurai has a shit threshold so he gets drunk faster than hitoya but if hitoya were to ever get shitfaced first and jakurai somehow drank something shortly after hitoya hit that point i’m pretty sure whatever city they’re drinking will simply cease to exist due to their combined forces of—

[seth-burroughs]

I think we as a fandom don't talk enough about how Seth:

Took bribes from the Nail Man, a serial killer in exchange for allowing him to keep murdering people -- said killer ended up killing 3 people (while they were 4 victims, one of them belonged to the copycat) in the span of 6 months(?). But I'm able to excuse everything the Priest has done, free my man, however...

It was rather strongly implied he (and the other peacekeepers affiliated) had a hand in the whole "Jiei being called to the Clocktower for a quote unquote emergency" trap, picking an innocent man to frame as the Nail Man and either put him on death row or in prison for life, so they could sweep the case under the rug and be done with it.

EXCEPT. After his arrest, he says this: "To speed this case along, we need to quickly deal with that Nail Man we arrested. We should even consider... a public execution."

WHAT are saying

In what time are we living. Is this the medieval ages. Is this the 1400s. This has to be one of the most barbaric sentences I heard a peacekeeper say in Master Detective Archives: Rain Code by Spike Chunsoft. Can he even do that? Would Yomi allow this

He just picked a random man, and didn't even want to lethal injection him privately, he was preparing the damn scaffold so that he could subject the whole district to his legendary beef with that guy in particular, because fuck him I guess. Was that personal? Did Jiei drive his mother of a cliff before the story and this is his carefully planned revenge after decades of suffering in silence

There was LITERALLY NO REASON for him to do this. It was not securing his Evil Plan, not anymore convenient than a private execution, or anything. It was simply Seth's whimsical urge of getting to fulfill his Monokuma fantasy after all these years of severe disrespect

Conclusion: that guy was OUT for BLOOD the sheer MALICE evident in his gay little eyes easily matches Yomi Hellsmile and they should fight to the death for the title of Kanai Ward's Top Cunt

[kmbrlei]

03. BUD

OF THUNDER & LIGHTNING | 01. BOUQUET | 02. BLOOM | 03. BUD

In a world where pop media meets military power, an outdated login system fails to recognize a new employee.

(Side comic to Of Thunder and Lightning)