#generational cycle

[kindaasrikal]

Imagine how Lloyd feels after continuing a cycle he tried breaking.

Imagine how he’ll feel when he sees Morro, someone who was a victim to this cycle much more than anyone else, again.

How does Lloyd feel, knowing he has taken the place of the Fsm, only able to watch as his two students split apart, one determined to do anything to achieve what they want, and the other hopeless as they lose one of the only solid things they had for such a long time through the consequences of their own actions?

How does he feel when he sees Wu in Sora and Garmadon in Arin? A sick play imitating the story he has heard a thousand times, of a siblings trust having broken as the other faces consequences of an actions they had no ill intentions in doing?

How does he handle the curling guilt and the regret and horror and disgust when all he sees is the face of a ghost as his student leaves him in a fit of rage? How does he deal with knowing exactly how his uncle felt when his own first student left due to his own poor communication?

Does he wonder if the Fsm, his grandfather, felt the same when Garmadon left to go join Chen? Or did the man not care, or did he also feel a weight of horror hugging him like a forgotten nightmare from childhood?

How do you cope knowing you only continued the cycle? How do you fix it when the previous generation couldn’t?

How can Lloyd comfort Sora as she sobs at night and hope for Wu to be in one piece again and hear his siblings doing their best and have his other students to comfort and feel the weight of the world carry him down again?

No Lloyd avoiding your problems and acting like everything is okay doesn’t mean it is, therapy is something i can pay for if its you.

[dearlylostdoe]

[herramblingthoughts]

Taking up space

In my early teens I came across a spoken word poetry video about a young woman at university who goes back to visit her family. She speaks about the changes she notices. Her father getting bigger and bigger and occupying more space. She noticed how her mother seemed to be getting smaller making space for her father.

The artist presented her art in such a way that it stayed with me. I didn't fully understand the poem. I liked it but could not make sense of what it was trying to say. Or maybe I knew what it was talking about but did not really understand it.

Recently I've been thinking about this poem. I couldn't find the video. I wanted to rewatch. I feel like I finally get it. The enlarging. The shrinking. The making of space. It feels like a never ending cycle. The inevitable. The "its-only-a-matter-of-time".

It scares me a lot.

- L

[scrunggly]

Yeah, I’ll finish the other one but had to get this outta my head.

We need to talk, guys.. you can’t keep calling me mom. I have been tolerating it up until this point because I love you all so deeply but like…..god I fucken’ hate kids and being closely related to a person who has them is enough to make a woman take a gasoline bath and play with matches ask you nicely not to call her mom anymore. Except that one of you that called me goblin mother, that’s more like overlord shit and I will happily take that.

Anyways, I would die blissfully if Henry laid the weight of his entire mass on me and crushed me under his gloriously hairy chest..

[lucabyte]

i feel like people are sleeping on the occam's razor situation of how buckwild it is to outright accuse a guy of being a clone of your friend even if you DO have a lot of circumstantial evidence. there's other options is what im saying. they could just be like. a guy. that's a sensible deduction. you should explore that deduction. ignore my shirt that reads I <3 RED HERRINGS.

i still think odile has the correct theory on lock but she's smart enough to know it needs like... a real smoking gun to be able to bring it up without sounding insane.

anyway. (mirabelle voice) i know its rude to speculate but has anyone else noticed the grieving? they seem to be grieving. does anyone have any thoughts on the grieving? i have some thoughts on the grieving.

[contrarianwitt]

the trb book description: a teenage girl meets four private school boys. ones a bad boy. one is there. ones poor. ones an asshole and rich and hot. who’s she gonna end up with? also there’s a magical forest!

the actual books: the one that is just there actually is not there, and is dead. the bad boy actually dreamed the magical forest but also is the forest. one of them bargained himself to said forest and is now psychic. the girl is actually a tree. the rich guy also technically becomes the forest but not in the same way the other ones are for some reason. the bad boy and the poor one are in love.

[jeyneofpoole]

what is dead may never die.

[armadillo-arts]

[art backlog: march 18, 2024]

wear your seatbelts kids, don’t be like sasha

[clementine-and-pomegranates]

ah yes, a low birth street rat orphan boy gets taken in by a powerful and cruel master, for the sole purpose of being abused and broken, like a toy or a piece of property. The boy then takes his revenge by killing his master and burning down his home and later on becomes a powerful and cruel master who takes in a low birth street-rat orphan boy for the sole purpose of being abused and broken, like a toy or a piece of property. The boy then takes his revenge by killing his master and burning down his home and later on becomes a powerful and cruel and oh wait

[fishyfishyfishtimes]

I never really thought of myself as a person that likes to exercise or do sports, that is, before I discovered the joys of cycling. Holy shit. Oh my dace. Cycling is fucking amazing. It’s such a versatile activity!!! I can choose to cycle around the city to explore all the sights much faster and easier, just meandering around, I can choose to cycle long distance to someplace new or old, I can choose to cycle a certain route as fast as I can! Not only do I get the benefit of moving fast from point A to point B but I also get to savour all the sights around me, hear the birds, feel the wind on me, smell the flowers, take it all in. And if all that wasn’t just the best thing in the world already good cod does it just feel good to cycle. Really straining to reach a certain speed or going uphill makes me feel so alive. It makes my blood flow! And the feeling in my legs right after I’ve finished my route, AUGHHHH I live for that feeling, I really do. All my life I’ve felt like a wimp who could never reach the expected level of fitness if my life depended on it but when I cycle I feel so strong! I feel so capable! It’s amazing! I found My Sport and on cod I hope everybody finds theirs

[childrnofthewild]

isaac lynch-parrish

[lallelol]

So, Sonic x Shadow right

for the memes

ITS MY ENEMY STAND

[thepeacefulgarden]

Do what's best for you.

[buttercupshands]

twitter already saw this one, basically just me trying out drawing a cutscene bc I wasn't sure if I can

Not exactly made using coding at this point

Skemch dump bc why not

Don't let me listen to vocaloid songs while I draw

Same here, just me silly-ing with stuff

[snailfen]

does anyone wanna get high with me here and see what happens

[gbirrd]

6/9 - Jason Todd tarot card designs for Complete Candor by @vexfulfolly as part of the @batfam-big-bang

Read the fic here!

Other cards:

1-Babs 2-Cass 3-Bruce 4-Tim 5-Damian 6-Jason 7-Duke 8-Steph 9-Dick

Image IDs

Image 1:

A design of "The Devil" tarot card. It has the texture of recycled paper and reads "THE DEVIL". A symbol of a gravestone is visible behind the numeral "XV".

A young Jason Todd in his Robin uniform tugs at a thick chain around his neck that comes down from the top of the frame. Matching shackles are around his wrists and he is buried up to his waist in dirt. His head is tilted up towards the chain. There is blood on his hands, arms, chest, and dripping down the right side of his face as well as from his nose.

Image 2:

A design of "The Devil" tarot card. It has the texture of recycled paper and reads "THE DEVIL" upside-down. A symbol of a flame is visible behind the numeral "XV".

Jason Todd faces forward, filling most of the frame. He is in his Red Hood uniform and has narrowed pupil-less white eyes. He is holding the end of a thick chain in his right fist. Flames fill the background and bathe him in an orange light. The entire card is upside-down.