#me: i love thunderstorms

[one-winged-dreams]

OWEN IS GIVING PLASMA AND I'M WAITING IN THE CAR AND IT'S STARTING TO STORM

[todayisafridaynight]

[sleepnoises]

The wedding was nice

[ectoplasmer]

imagine cuddling up with your f/o in bed during a thunderstorm… arms curled around each other, legs intertwined, head resting against chest while it rumbles and pours outside. getting to listen to the sound of their deep, calm breathing with the patter of rain against the window, seeing their features whenever the room is lit up by the flash of lightning… maybe their arms tighten around you whenever there’s a clap of thunder, maybe they make some sort of sound or they snuggle closer to you… just imagine being all warm and cozy with them during a storm, safe and comfy in their embrace <3

[raidenmahboi]

Brothers in Arms

Raiden and Fujin Moodboard

[angelwiththeblue-box]

the nights are long and thats why we keep the fire lit -lucy frostblade, fhjy

leveragetober day 28- storm

taglist: @blueskiesandstarrynights @wheelsupin-azarathmetrionzinthos @thedragonemperess @depressedtransguy @genuine-possum @joshkiszkashusband @disdoorted-crows @starstruckodysseys

[tetzoro]

good morning friendz and happy thursday !! if you listen closely, you can hear people all around the world quoting mean girls today bc why? well, it’s october 3rd 🙂‍↕️ i wish you all a wonderful day !! mwah !

[nadiajustbe]

After months of running away, objecting and arguing with his brother, Prince Justin finally marriess Beatrice of Strangia. And it's... not bad, definitely: the weeding was big, rich and loud, made for four people, marrying at the same day. Beatrice herself is a great, a strong-willed person who knows how to dab socks and manage the country.

He can't tell anything here is objectively wrong: on the contrary, every single detail, from the number of candlesticks arranged in an even circle on the chandeliers, to the color scheme of the napkins and the distribution of seats at the huge tables, semeed horrendously perfect. People approach him, glowing with the wide smiles on their faces, sharing their remorse that the Royal Wizard — as If they thought it would be great to remind him about this miserable fact, or somehow guessed he wasn't keeping it in mind himself — can't come to see his dear friend on such a important day of his life.

For fully unknown reason, Justin almost finds the fact that he isn't there a good coincidence, at least a little bit, walking around a huge decorated hall, so full of music and voices he can't quite hear his own steps. Royals and commoners of all wise and statutes are eager to shake his hand, tipping a glass or two of wine with him.

But aside of that, things go pretty smooth. His own brother is smiling at him, almost as If they never argued about anything in their lifes, proud and clear. Prince Justin finally found a place of patience, stopped running around his problems, throw yourself into the flames of a chaos, burn himself with their tongues, without considering the consequences. He became what they all called, "a model prince", in the end of the day.

And, watching at all they do, and hearing all they say, Price Justin thought that they may be right. That the feeling of tingling uneasiness will ease with time, earning itself, that he'll find the way of ruling, the way of earning trust and respect hundreds of times larger than the one he has. There's nothing that tragic in leaving your own country forever, when you're an adult general with important issues on your mind? Justin thought he could handle it.

It lasted for about a week. Even less, if Justin had to be honest, counting days, unsure whether the whole week has passed yet. Less than a week of time, stretching and testing him, ticking with the hands of the clock. Less than a week of missing his small garden outside of the castle, where cats would climb on trees and water would rush through small, calming stream. Less than a week of missing Valeria's scribbles, silly painting on wich Justin was almost always shown somewhere at the top of the paper and childish, mischievous laughter.

Less than a week of one particular name jumping on the tip of his tongue, showing up in his own thoughts, appearing before his eyes everytime mighty mountains cleared the path into the Ingarian fields, somewhere in the distance.

There's nothing wrong in the feeling of loosing something so dear to you tearing you up, he reasoned. Most accordingly, his own reasoning had much more swearing, army slang and vague wording within it, but it sounded close to that.

And there's definitely, absolutely nothing wrong in being so eager to see your friend, whom you are not sure you will ever meet again. No matter how often your last meeting — brief, sore and painfully quick, accompanied with with the impatient clatter of horse hooves and the order to move forward — flashes in his own memory, keeping him awake at night.

There were simply so many things to tell, and so little time in which saying them had at least some sense.

And the irony is, Justin didn't even know, what exactly those words were supposed to be.

He looked up at the celling of his hew home, trimmed with gold, while Princess Beatrice was moving a little uneasily by his side, having long since fallen asleep.

The other disadvantage of marriage turned out to be sharing a room with another person. Justin didn't want to wake her up, nor bother her the nonexistent problems, seeping through his fingers like sand.

Still, he was at the right place. He had to be at the right place. He was a Prince with a powerful Princess by his side, wounded in worthy amount of battles, getting his long-earned rest. That's what every fairy tale says: happily ever after comes after Prince finds his courage to find a Princess, and they face not a single problem after that, filled with joy. There's a reason they never show married life in this books, If you squint.

Except, it didn't feel right. Nothing, written in ink, engraved on the paper, felt right. The walls gave off a ghostly coldness, the curtains swayed in the wind in rather strange way, the halls drowned those present with its grandeur, completely different from the one he knew. Even the selling — higher power knew how much he wanted to close his eyes just not to look at it — looked even more distant than the one they had in the library, mirroring his reflection.

Here it goes again.

He liked Ben. He liked him a bit too much for his own well-being, or at least that's what his brother had been telling him. And his brother was a big fan of reminding Justin of all the wrongs in his life.

According to him, there were a lot. According to him, more than a half of them led to the Royal Wizard.

Not like he cared. Of course, screw the rules, let your own worries consume you, let your legs take you whenever they want to go, let the darkness eat you alive, let it decide what are you made up from.

His brother could scream at him all he wanted. That's wouldn't have changed anything. Justin knew there were things and people worth fighting for.

It didn't matter, now that he was away. That's not something a model prince should be thinking about, but it was certainly something Justin couldn't help but think about despite this new status.

Everything returned to Ben, in the end. As If it was a cycle.

To than strangely big amount of moments they didn't get to share, to occasional smiles and words in a language he could never quite make out. To the days when his friend couldn't even understand what he himself was saying, looking fascinated by every thing that met his eye, asking unusually basic questions. To quiet melodies, created by the strumming of the guitar strings, which he always deeply, unreasonably cherished. To that too peaceful ideas — he told him the only thing that could stop the Witch of the Waste was well-armed army, and certainly not a planting of fields, but Ben always clang to more idealistic ideas than Justin did.

Every thingle moment, unwillingly running across the celling — as If Justin's own image wasn't really his — collected a cluster of such a strange, pulling sensation somewhere under the side, that he wanted to punch something. Or hit it with a sword.

Shit.

His vast, colourful vocabulary had no substitute for this particular word.

If he's gonna stay here for a second longer, no damn princess will save him from what he's about to do.

Justin doesn't really remember how exactly he got out of bed, leaving a disheveled blanket on the mattress, the floorboards creaked somewhat under his weight.

Gathering his things into a small cloth knot, moving as quietly as possible so as not to wake Beatrice or anyone else important enough in the castle, Justin quickly glanced at the clock on the wall.

There was a brief conclusion, made on a rush of his mind, the same way every of his questionable, unbearably harsh ideas, that never led to anything remotely sane or logical: he held the status of a model Prince for about a dozens decades less than he was supposed to do so.

Yes, definitely less than a week.

Justin didn't give himself benefit of the doubt. Whatever the hell will be going on there after he does what he does is not his problem.

He was never supposed to be a King of this country. He's more of a solider. A general. A dog, a servant, an inpatient mysterious costumer gone to buy spells. That felt right.

The curtains had stopped waving, freezing in a slippery, eerie moment. Justin could swear the sound of water droplets hitting the metal supports of the balcony began to reach his ears. A thread of chill stretched through the crack in the window, making its way into the room, right under the sleepwear.

The dim glow of the candles cast shadows across the corridors, echoed by the heavy boots of guards and servants.

He couldn't get straight through the main exit. As if his situation wasn't a total crap without this fact.

The cold was getting on Justin's nerves as he opened the window wider, hastily pulling on a green coat and rough shoes. Tons of fighting about saving his "unacceptable" clothes definitely paid themselves off.

Justin looked down, gripping the handle of a huge, door-like window tighter with his fingers. Only a couple of meters, no more that two floor — no thing that a proper army man couldn't handle.

He jumped onto the balcony, grabbing the handrail with one swift movement. He took one last, quick glance around the room before turning his back to it.

Beatrice continued to dream, almost motionless now, like had never known any strong worry. Raindrops, from that moment large and unpleasant, flew into the room, blowing out the lights of the candlesticks with the howl of the wind, that was treacherous enough to start picking up again now.

The flame went out. Justin closed the window.

He jumped over the partition, holding on to the small connecting bars.

It was very stupid. Very unclear. But there was no difficulty in crossing the mountains of Strangia, even on foot. Justin did much harder things. No matter how majestic the borders were, they could hardly compare to the fearless dryness of the Waste.

He knew where he was going. Of all the houses that had ever been in his native country, he knew exactly which door to knock on. And Ben might laugh at him for it — he would have every bloody right to burst into pure mockery — and at the same time he would not mind in any way. He liked Ben, no matter what it meant.

Justin jumped off the balcony, landing nimbly on the ground.

He was going home.

[agreysexualromantic]

The one thing I wish they would have kept for Kate's story was her genuine terror of thunderstorms.

I loved the slow burn they did with Kate and Anthony and I didn't even mind the changes to the Edwina storyline.

But I missed the storms.

That scene in the library is just as much about Kate allowing herself to be vulnerable with Anthony as the other way around. In the show, Kate's vulnerability tends to be based around her family and duty and responsibility, but her fear of storms is something so deep that even her family doesn't know about it. She knows it's irrational, she doesn't want to worry them, she needs to be strong for them, always, but more than it's the piece of her that never allowed anyone to take care of her. She takes care of everyone else, not the other way around.

And Anthony finds her in that state, that she never shows anyone. And he's simply there. For her. Quietly, without the argument or fire or contradictions that they so often inspire in each other. He's just there.

I wanted that for Kate, that chance to be seen and known at her weakest, just as she sees and knows Anthony at his. I wanted that mirror to the moment when she helps him to breathe after she's stung by the bee. Amidst all of the turmoil of their feelings for each other and everything that was going on, I wanted Kate to feel safe with this vexing man just being her quiet, safe place too.

I would change nothing else, just give me that quiet moment in the library, with the thunderstorm raging and Anthony holding Kate's hand while they hide under the table.

[apollo18]

Fawcette citizens would thrive in Gotham but but gothamites would go insane in Fawcette

Does this make sense?

[rosebudbl00d]

IDK WHAT CAME TO ME but fisherman aiden and lighthouse operator cassie rose :3 // dredge au?? maybe?? idk...

Def some unrequited love as stupid young kids to switched unrequited love as grumpy old ppl...

Also aiden can't read, all he knows is his love the sea

[synonymroll648]

"And she [Sophie] couldn't help noticing how good he [Keefe] smelled—like wind and salt air and something a little citrusy."

hey guys remember when on page 646 of stellarlune shannon confirmed that keefe is a bit fruity (/hj)

[queenofbaws]

hiii! hope you’re having a nice weekend :) could you write anything for ash x jess please ? <3

Oh, she hated games like these...she absolutely hated them, because no matter what was asked or who was doing the asking, what it came down to was always the same: Lying or being embarrassed in front of everyone.

Her two least favorite things.

"Never have I ever..." Hannah started, dragging each syllable out to buy herself some time, "...kissed...a...girl."

And the circle went nuts - there were a few jokes shouted as people put their fingers down or left them up, things like "Yeah, that tracks," or "Oh please, you're not fooling anyone;" there were wolf-whistles and cheers; there was so much laughter she thought she might combust; and, as she left her own finger up, Ashley thought her face might literally catch fire, she was blushing so hard.

She never could've gotten away with lying, not with everyone looking at her like that, so instead of watching them react, she lowered her eyes to the floor, and...and that was probably why she didn't notice Jess scootch in beside her.

Without warning, there was a hand tipping her chin back, a pair of glossy lips sliding across hers; "Now you have," Jess smiled against her mouth, pressing one last bubblegum-flavored kiss to the corner of her lips before pulling back, basking in the hoots and whoops of the group as Ashley struggled to remember how to breathe.

six sentence sat(or)sunday!!!

[24-guy]

Richie and Max cuddles... maybe Max is afraid of thunderstorms

You have. No idea how much I loved drawing this. Also. [Projects onto Max. Ill explain in the tags.]

If I could be bothered, I would make a flashing lightning version. But I don’t have that energy. :)

Edit: oh god the crunch. Click it for better viewing...

[virtie333]

This is what my favorite local meteorologist posted overnight.

I have never jumped out of bed so fast! My poor Stache cat! There wasn't a lot of lightning, but what we got sounded like explosions! It was crazy! Needless to say, I've got a major headache this morning. I'm going to try and nap a bit before mass, but I may not go if I don't feel any better. I didn't sleep as much as I needed to.

[giggly-squiggily]

*slides in with more team z shenanigans and crashes right into the wall*

ahem. remember that wonderful wonderful dabble you wrote about the chigiri is scared of thunderstorms thing? (because i do. i actually think about it every day.) i know that scenario was a nagiri one but i raise you: gagamaru and raichi finding out because i love them. and they maybe try to comfort chigiri a little and are having a hard time because they're not experts at it but we all know that one foolproof method shxdjfaskj

please don't write if not feeling like it, as always <3

Rey you know I'm always down to write for you :3 And oh my GOODNESS! I freaking love these idiots (affectionate) akljrjklejkakje they make me beyond happy! I've gotcha covered, friend!

Cloud 9 (Taglist peeps):

@cupcake-spice13

“My hands are sticky.” Gagamaru raised them to the ceiling, turning them in the light.

“Gee I wonder why- it’s not like you eat dumplings coated in sauce with your bare freaking hands.” Raichi rolled his eyes, turning the corner with him as they made their way back to the main room. “Why don’t you try washing them for once, you overgrown garden gnome?”

“I did wash them- and watch yourself; I’m not a garden gnome.” Gagamaru sounded almost offended, bringing his hands back down. “I’d be a forest orc, thank you.”

“Yeah, and they don’t wash up either-” Raichi’s complaints were cut off when he saw a figure shuffling out of the room. It wasn’t that big of a shock- people came in and out all the time during the middle of the night. However…

“Hey, Princess!” Raichi called out, making the redhead stiffen. “Where are you off too? Gonna go do your hair before bed?”

“Maybe he’s gotta call in the birds to do it for him.” Gagamaru suggested.

“Are you kidding? Look outside- it’s grayer than your hair!”

“Listen here you-”

“I’m just going for a walk.” Chigiri cut in, voice sharp as a knife. “Not that it matters to either of you what I do here.” He turned to go again, quickening his pace-

A clap of thunder followed by a massive boom rattled the facility. Raichi jumped, cursing under his breath. Even Gagamaru seemed mildly alarmed. “God, what the hell- who pissed off Zeus?” He growled, glaring up at the ceiling. He went to say something else to Chigiri but found him…on the ground. “Princess?”

The redhead didn’t respond, crouched low with his hands over his ears, shaking like a leaf. All of Raichi’s earlier snark dried up instantly as he slowly approached. “Chi-”

Another boom. Another squeak from the redhead as he curled into himself further, frozen in terror. Raichi and Gagamaru looked at one another, understanding clearing their faces.

“Oh shit- you’re scared of storms?” Raichi asked, finally making his way over. Once close, he kneeled beside him and- froze. What the hell was he supposed to do? Comforting people wasn’t exactly his thing- he was known for chewing out jerks and declaring cool lines at dumbasses.

“Should we get Kunigami?” Gagamaru asked, equally confused. Raichi was about to nod when another clap came down, earning a small whimper from the redhead. A hand shot out to his wrist- the message was clear.

Don’t leave me.

“Forget it- he sleeps like the dead.” Raichi decided, figuring adding anyone else to the mix would worsen the situation. “Come on, Princess.” He tucked an arm across his back, pulling him to his feet. “Let’s move- there’s got to be somewhere not so freaking loud.”

~~~

Sure enough, the recording room proved to be a more muted place. The booms of thunder could still be heard, making Chigiri jump with each clap, but it wasn’t nearly as ear shattering. The redhead hadn’t said a word up to now,, opting to curl up against the wall furthest from the door. “Thank you…I’ll be okay now. You don’t have to stay.” He whispered against his knees, everything about him going against his claim.

“Yeah, and I’ve been recognized as the president of the Sexy Soccer Association.” Raichi smirked, flopping down beside him and getting comfortable. “The hell I’m leaving- this room’s got AC.”

“All the rooms have AC though.” Gagamaru pointed out as he sat on Chigiri’s other side, sandwiching him between them. “It wouldn’t feel that much different anywhere else.”

“You try sleeping next to Iemon and then tell me about the room feeling different. I swear that guy’s breath is beyond hot, and he snores! Wide open mouth and everything.” Raichi tsked, grinning at the redhead between them. “One of these days I’m gonna get a cork to shove in it- that’ll shut him up.”

Chigiri barely reacted, face glum against his knees. He looked absolutely miserable.

Sharing a look with Gagamaru over his head, a new idea came to mind. It was a bit risky, but what was Blue Lock without some risks?

“Ah. I see how it is. Too stuck up to laugh at spongebob jokes.” Raichi winked over his head, sharing a growing grin with the other. Without much warning, he started poking Chigiri’s ribs. “Fine then, Princess- tell us what jokes you like.”

“Dumb ones? Smart ones?” Gagamaru prodded his other side, listing off various types of jokes. “Anti-jokes? ‘Cause I got a few.”

“Mm!” Chigiri all but jerked at the feeling, arms slamming down against his sides as he tried blocking out their fingers. “No-Sto-op that!”

“Nope.” They said in unison before attacking fully, twenty fingers poking and prodding into his torso. Any attempt to prevent himself from laughing was lost as Chigiri squeaked, doubling over as he kicked and squirmed.

“Nohohohohoho! Stahahhahaap thahahahhaht! Doohohohohn’t tihihihihihckle mehehehehheee!” He batted at their hands, clamming up further when Gagamaru wormed a few fingers against his belly. “Dohoohohohhon’t! Geahahhahaha, cohohohohohme ohohohohohon!”

“Aww, Princess is so ticklish!” Raichi cooed, one hand finding the back of Chigiri’s neck while the other stayed at his ribs. “No wonder Kunigami likes tickling you so much!”

“He’s so head over heels for you. Can’t blame him- you’re cute.” Gagamaru agreed, clawing at his belly with his entire hand now. “So he’s the Princess and Kunigami’s the hero- and we’re the ogres?”

“The hot ogres, mind you. Kuon can be the ugly one.” Raichi decided.

“Ogres can be hot?”

“Sure they can!”

“Are you secretly a shrek man, Raichi?”

“Gagamaru if you don’t-”

“Ehehahhahhahaha! Guhuhuhuhuys pleahhahahhase!” Chigiri didn’t know what to feel- flustered by their teasing and weakened by their tickles. The shrek comment didn’t help in keeping his giggles at bay either. “Ehehhehhenouhuhuhuhgh!”

“Hmm…should we spare him? Raichi asked, lightening his tickles till they were gently tapping along his side. Gagamaru followed suit, tilting his head up like a dog.

“Mmmm….one last thing and we’ll be set.”

“Whahahait, last whahahat? Wahhahat are you tahahalking ab-Ahahahahhahahaout!” Chigiri all but squealed when his knees were grabbed, two hands kneading and pinching until he was breathless with laughter once more. “Ohoohohohkay ohohohoohkay stahahhap!”

“And done. It’s gone now.” Gagamaru confirmed, sitting back to give Chigiri space to breathe. “Feel better, Princess?”

“Whahahat….are you tahahalking about..” That’s when it hit him. The sound of rain against the facility had vanished, alongside the thunderstorm. “Oh…”

“Heh- didn’t even realize the storm ended, did ya?” Raichi grinned, ruffling his hair before standing up, stretching out his limbs. “God, I’m beat. If we have to wake up early tomorrow I’m gonna lose it.”

“It’s Blue Lock- we always have to wake up early.” Gagamaru reminded, standing as well before holding out a hand. “Come on- let’s go to bed.”

Chigiri stared at the hand before looking between the two, trying to make his throat work. “I’ll catch up with you two- you go on ahead.”

“Ah come on-” Raichi began, but Gagamaru had caught the hint, throwing an arm over the other and dragging him to the door. “Whoa-...ah, alright. You know your way back.”

Chigiri nodded just as the door shut. Only when they were out of earshot  did he let his tears fall, a small sniffle escaping his lips.

“You jerks…” He spoke to no one, something warm in his voice as he formed a shaky smile.