#for those who do not like swears

[illdothehotvoice]

🖤"Hey, Mr. Jumpsallthetime! NOW we'll see who's the better jumper!"🖤

[lethalhoopla]

Oops, I Went Overboard feat. Siwa Rusk, @c-rowlesdraws volus character who was so well designed and cute I just,,, couldn’t help myself. Had to treat her to some at least slightly crunchier tech vibes + three-fingered-alien friendly tech~

[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

I feel like I would have appreciated Tony’s stance on the Sokovia Accords so much more had they shown us a single instance of accountability on screen.

Like, it makes total sense that he’s the character calling for accountability. It’s the natural progression of his arc. He said it himself in the first Iron Man—he had become a part of a system that was comfortable with zero accountability. It was a huge function of the weapons business he was a leader of the industry in, and he was just realizing that it was wrong. Then, with Ultron, the mess happened because he didn’t consult anyone else. It was almost heavy-handed, how clear they made it—when he’s convincing Banner, and he says that he doesn’t want a town hall discussion. He doesn’t want to be told that man isn’t supposed to meddle. He sees a suit of armor around the world. And they can’t make Ultron without the staff and they only have three days with it… so they hide it from everyone else, rush to complete Ultron, something that has the potential to affect the entire world in three days, and they make the intentional decision to do so unilaterally because the others might disagree. Which is a shame, because maybe in that town hall meeting, someone might have brought up hey what if it goes evil and tries to kill everyone like every AI in every scifi movie ever.

(Probably Clint. I feel like Clint would have said it.)

Tony saying I fucked up and want to make sure it never happens again is a fantastic progression of his arc. It makes perfect sense. And it is great for his character, who started out as the war profiteer, who didn’t face any consequences for his actions to say, “actually no. I benefitted from the lack of consequences, but I’m the one saying we need them. We need to do better for everyone. I have been the direct beneficiary of this system and it was wrong.” That is fantastic development. 

But then the writers failed to actually back it up with the Accords themselves, and it made the entire arc fall flat.

Like, the Accords don’t even apply to him. Granted, he signed them, but the provisions themselves? He doesn’t fall in any of the categories. Let’s evaluate based on known clauses of the Accords:

He’s not enhanced. He won’t have to give up his biometric data, wear a tracking bracelet, be evaluated as a potential threat on something as basic as biology. Wanda will, and she landed in a shock collar. Peter Parker will, but he wasn’t even told ahead of time what it was about. 

All Avengers have to sign and be bound, enhanced or not, but as he says in the movie, he isn’t an Avenger. He’s retired at this point in the narrative. He’s not active duty. He doesn’t have to sign or act in an Avenger’s capacity, even though he does. 

He has the Iron Man suits, but that’s not covered by the Accords—there’s an exception in place for prosthetics, including ones that advance you beyond the capacity of human limits, and it was established in Iron Man II that that was what Tony had classified the suit as. 

The only provision that actively applies to Tony is the absolute prohibition against any Artificial Intelligence—which, honestly, fair, the last one went 2001 space odyssey on everyone—but we know he doesn’t follow that one either, because he gives Karen to Peter like, ten minutes after signing and makes E.D.I.T.H. somewhere down the line. Even though it’s supposed to apply, it doesn’t apply, because it isn’t followed and he is never shown to have consequences for breaking this provision.

Even if he agrees to only be Iron Man at the behest of the UN panel, we know he doesn’t keep that promise, because he breaks it in the same movie—just like legitimately every single person on Team Iron Man eventually did, only none of them land on the Raft. So we know again that ultimately, whether or not this is supposed to apply, it doesn’t apply. 

Who does the Accords apply to? Team Cap. None of whom signed. For a medley of legal reasons, the Accords haven’t been passed into law yet--treaties aren’t laws, they’re treaties, we sign treaties all the time but it doesn’t become binding on US law until 2/3rds of the Senate advises and consents. Even if it’s passed, it can’t actively violate the Constitution, which the Accords do. In. So many ways. So, at the time of the airport battle, it’s not actually law yet. At best, it can be considered a contract binding on the parties who signed. Which. Is not Team Cap. It’s Team Iron Man. Who also break them. But don’t. They don’t ever. Face. Consequences. Or accountability. For breaking them. Yeah. 

Like, setting aside the practical, legal problems with the Accords, once you take away any actual showing of accountability, all you’re left with is… guilt over Ultron and the bandaid slapped on it. They said the word accountability a lot and then failed to show any change in behavior. That’s not actual accountability. That’s pandering, and it does a huge disservice to his character.

You want the town hall meeting. You want Tony to look at a power like the power Ultron would have wielded, and actually say “no thanks. I don’t think we should have that. I don’t think we should be trusted with that. It could go wrong. It could hurt innocent people.” You want him to decide to never make an AI again, because even if this one doesn’t go wrong, it could. You want him to face consequences for actions, for breaking the Accords, because it shows that he helped build a system where everyone, regardless of their power and influence, face consequences for their actions. It is a good thing if he has to face ramifications for the Accords, because it shows that he actually meant it when he asked for accountability.  

That is the natural culmination of his arc. It is having the man who made weapons that killed a lot of innocent people, with or without his knowledge, say “no, I don’t trust that this weapon will be used properly. I think we need to discuss if it even should be made.” Having the man who thought that he was the one who got to decide Ultron for the world say, “I can’t make this decision. Nobody may be able to make this decision. We need to consider all of the people who might be hurt if it goes wrong, because we owe it to them.”

E.D.I.T.H. is probably the biggest showing in the MCU that Tony never learned accountability. An artificial tactical intelligence system that can execute someone via (an illegal, under international law, weaponizing space has been nominally illegal since the cold war) weaponized satellite with no oversight, no warrant, no trial, with so few safeguards it can be done by accident… sounds a hell of a lot like Project Insight. Like Ultron. No one, no matter how good they are, should get to call out a drone strike on someone so... casually. Especially if they’re a private individual, and not even an elected official. (Not to say that elected officials should, just that private individuals definitely shouldn’t.)  Even the access of electronic communications is a huge power violation. 

If the government wanted to access Flash Thompson’s embarrassing text messages, do you know what they would have had to do? Get a warrant. Show cause. Go to a judge and get them to sign off on it, after Flash had done something to show that it was legally permissible within the bounds of preexisting law. That is what accountability is. A structure of preexisting rules and people making sure you are allowed to do what you are doing, and penalizing you if aren’t doing what you’re allowed to do,

If Tony Stark, prominent but technically private individual wanted to access Flash Thompson’s embarrassing text messages, do you know what he would have had to do? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Because there is nothing he could have done to legally get those. He isn’t the police. He can’t get a warrant. Being able to access all private communication without any sort of hesitation, consideration, or permission is a massive abuse of power. 

E.D.I.T.H itself a huge fucking red flag, and I wouldn’t trust anyone with that power, no matter who they were.

But instead of making this point, instead of stating that the E.D.I.T.H. system was a power too easily abused, the MCU slapped a cutesy acronym on it, turned it into a gag, and turned the conversation towards who would be worthy of it, not whether anyone would be worthy of it. The problem with the E.D.I.T.H. glasses is not that they were able to unilaterally cause such destruction with no oversight and no due process and no safeguards—the problem is Beck. The evil evil man who got them by trickery. If Tony Stark had them, if Peter Parker had them, if the right person had them, it never would have happened. We need to ask who wields powers, not if the powers should even exist.

I honestly don’t think the MCU is interested in depicting accountability, not really. It’s a fun time, I love the movies and the characters, but it’s still military propaganda. The Pentagon funds these movies. They are never going to have an antiestablishment message. They are never going to say that there are powers that no one should have, not the military, not the government, not anyone. They’ll use the buzzword accountability, show devastating powers, and then ask who should have them? Who are the best people to hold others accountable, to be the guiding force behind these abilities?

And despite all the corruption that the movies depict, despite Hydra and Ross and all the messed up abuses that are in each movie, the MCU still implicitly answers, the government. The guy we actually see at the head of the Accords was Ross. “Lead it to Harlem” Ross. “Bruce Banner is the property of the US military” Ross. Human experimentation, war crimes, and effective enslavement Ross, who hunted Bruce Banner across the globe because he saw him as a weapon instead of a person. Funnily enough, no one ever examines if he will responsibly wield the power the Accords gives him. It’s a necessary deal with a necessary devil, and ultimately, it’s for the greater good. 

In the end, the people running the Accords are people in the same position as the ones Tony sold weapons to for years, the same ones who cut deals with HYDRA scientists and led them to infiltrate, the same ones that okay’d Project Insight and nearly nuked New York. 

Don’t get me wrong--accountability was not the only facet of Tony’s character arc, and I actually really enjoy his character. He grew so much in the course of the movies, in a lot of different ways. Tony Stark was a hero, and he was a man who tried to do the right thing. But part of doing the right thing is accepting that some powers are not yours to have, and that if you take certain actions, you need to accept the consequences that come from it. The Accords had the potential to actualize this. It would have been a fulfillment of an arc they set up from the beginning. Instead, he left the MCU the same way he entered: making weapons, empowering government officials, and having little to no accountability or oversight for his actions. 

[seawitchkaraoke]

I love nothing more than fanfics of the Third Age Kids getting to socialise with the First Age Oldies, like the hobbits coming to Valinor and having convos with the Valar about common sense or Maedhros and Maglor getting to talk to Elladan and Elrohir, it’s so fun bc it’s essentially

FA people: we suffered and we fought each other and betrayed each other and died horrible horrible deaths, basically everything was dark and horrible

TA people: we solved our problems with love and friendship :))) and it actually worked :)))

[transxfiles]

so so fucking pissed bashing my head against a wall i'm one of 3 motherfuckers in my grade level still wearing masks on the daily and treating covid like it's real and my teacher who is anti mask has covid and i was like "wait i've felt like shit the past couple of days" and i tested and i have covid and my sister (IMMUNOCOMPROMISED) tested and she has covid and she's also been 1 of 3 motherfuckers in her grade level masking and im biting and killing and screaming im going to fucking kill someone im going to KILL i

[magicsunwheel]

What messages do you need to hear right now?

Pick-a-Card

How to play: pick one of the photos below using your intuition. You can close your eyes and meditate for a bit or just take a few grounding breaths while thinking of the topic. Feeling drawn to more than one is fine! You might have messages in more than one pile

Pile 1 (x) Pile 2 (x)

Pile 3 (x) Pile 4 (x)

Pile 1

Cards: 4 of Swords Rx, The Emperor Rx, 8 of Rods, 9 of Rods Rx, Four of Rods Rx

You're going through something delicate, sweets. You're going to have to take some action in regards to your direction in life. There could be an overpowering figure who is trying to control your decisions, but you are able to hold your ground and seek out this happy ending should you desire.

Things might be slow right now, but as soon as you put in the effort to make a move things will quickly progress. Don't deny yourself going after what you want just because you believe it's not possible or not likely. Dream bigger. Aim higher. You are fully capable of achievement if you can unearth that burning fire within to fuel yourself. Connect to your motivation and clearly define why it is that you are doing this and you can do no wrong.

Pile 2

Cards: the Hierophant Rx, King of Rods, the High Priestess, Ten of Pentacles, Four of Pentacles, King of Pentacles

You're probably starting a new chapter of your life right now, or seriously considering it. If you haven't, it might be time to think about quitting your job and/or becoming self-employed.

You've been feeling an intuitive pull towards a certain business or field lately and after giving it much thought, it's likely you've decided to pursue this path. Your guides want you to know they support you fully and your future is bright.

Abundance is assured as long as you remain mindful of your expenses. Keep your money close to your chest, but be careful to avoid a lack mindset where you hold on too tightly to what you've gained. There may be a period of tough finances, but time will lead you to your success. It's likely you won't have to worry about money for a long while after your business takes root.

Pile 3

Cards: Ten do Swords, Knight of Rods Rx, Ace of Cups, the Moon, Five of Cups, the World

You're recovering from something that ended, likely with lots of pain. This wasn't an easy end and it might have come on very suddenly. Possibly caused by rushing into a situation without fully knowing your plan, but that's only for some of you.

You'll be presented with an opportunity soon if you haven't been already. It may not be clear what exactly this is or what will come of it, but it is promising. It likely has to do with a new person in your life or deepening the connection with someone already present.

You will likely have a tendency to look back on this ending and mourn what you have lost. Grief is not an emotion to be ashamed of, but remaining in this wallowing will not allow you to move forward. Sit down and allow yourself to feel and process what happened so you can move on with a clearer mind, otherwise, it will ride the wave with you and force you to do so later when you are not prepared.

You have a world of opportunity in front of you. Your confusion over the situation is okay. Sometimes you do not need to know everything involved, but know that luck is on your side and you'll turn out alright.

Pile 4

Cards: King of Cups Rx, Page of Swords, Two of Swords, the Tower Rx, Ace of Cups, Six of Pentacles, Nine of Pentacles

You may have lost your handle on your emotions and intuition. What was once a mastery built over years of toil now makes you feel like a child again, with a sharp mind but no knowledge to wield.

That was cryptic, but essentially you're confused. You used to feel like you had control of yourself and your emotions but you might be feeling overwhelmed with what you've been presented. It feels like none of your previous solutions will work for this and you're stuck between making a decision.

This choice has the opportunity to uproot old practices and beliefs in order to build something new for yourself. The old ways worked fine for you then, but we're moving on to now. And we need a new set of skills for now. Think carefully about your decision and which choice will lead you to further growth and which to stagnation. You wield to power to change yourself in any way you please, but change will come eventually.

You're going to find a new source of emotional wellbeing and connection to your higher self, your inner needs. Self-care is likely going to be a great tool for connecting to this energy. A form of self-care for you might actually be helping others. That mood boost you get from being truly a good person will increase your self-esteem and you can use that to build and strong foundation of self where you thrive on your own. Self-love and self-compassion is your lesson here.

[thehappiestgolucky]

Back at it with this au but it's just various Hornet, Tiso and Ghost doodles.

[simptasia]

the way some of you talk about “those annoying ass queers with the pride flag piccrew icons” makes me realise y’all think homophobia is a-okay if you wrap it under a blanket of cringe culture (which is also bad). and like, basically fuck you

[silentstep]

you know, I think we need some sort of... binary, I guess, similar to Doylist/Watsonian, to use when talking about works that are adaptations of another work, where the equivalent of Doylist criticism is talking about the work as an adaptation— what changes it made, where it chose to cleave more closely to the source material, what changes were necessitated by changes in medium, what worked, what didn’t, etc., and the equivalent of Watsonian criticism is talking about the work as a text in isolation— on its own merits, and not through the lens of the original, assuming no prior knowledge.

[eatmy-customjorts]

pov hot man finally leaves his house to destroy mondstadt

[constellraetion]

You guys seriously need to either stop calling Wiggle “Abusive” or just admit you’re racist already because its seriously not funny anymore thanks

It’s super obvious when ya’ll get all up in arms about the only black coded character in a romantic relationship (and she isnt even Actively in a relationship with Gramble until the end of the game) and how she’s MANIPULATIVE and GASLIGHTS her partner when literally none of that happens, and treating Wiggle like she’s evil and predatory because you people are obsessed with treating Gramble like a pathetic defenseless baby when he’s a grown adult and need to find a reason to hate the pairing and sound woke about it.

But anyway my response the points ive seen about Wiggle and Gramble’s “Toxic, Abusive Relationship” in a short list,

“Wiggle is too old for Gramble, it’s a predatory age gap!”

 First off the AMA is what kicked off this discourse in the first place and in general it’s really annoying what people will take word-of-god as irrefutable canon when the ages presented in said AMA don’t even make sense. There’s rumors that the claim that wiggle is in her late 30s is a typo (which I highly believe is true, I genuinely do not think that Young Horses would have put Gramble and Wiggle in a relationship with such a large age difference, and her being in her late 20s makes a lot more sense, 

Plus there is a huge and weird disparity with the age ranges in the AMA that aren’t backed up by the game. For example, they also say that Liz and Filbo are childhood friends, that Liz protected Filbo at school, and that Filbo was following Liz for years, but apparently they’re about 10 years apart in age? Are we supposed to believe that Liz was smacking around kids 10 yrs younger than her in defense of Filbo? Wack.

“Wiggle manipulates Gramble and takes advantage of him.”

I know this fandom loves ignoring canon except for when it supports their points but the fact that people keep ignoring what is literally stated between these two is really annoying. Gramble isn’t ignorant, he knows Wiggle takes his snax, and repeatedly stands his ground around her. When she asks him to go on a date with her on the beach he says no, and when she asks if he’ll spend time with her in Snaxburg he says no. Both times, Wiggle respects his decision and doesn’t press him, instead she chooses to let him decide when/if he wants to come to her, and doesn’t insist that he have to be around her. Idk about ya’ll but this doesn’t read as being manipulative to me. 

Does she make an attempt to steal from Gramble in the game? Yes, but considering that its implied almost everyone else has at some point so why do people get on Wiggle’s case so much about it? (Hint: Racism)

“Gramble and Wiggle’s relationship is the only unhealthy one in the game so why not critique it?”

Newsflash, every relationship in the game has some kind of unhealthy element to it. None of your faves are immune, not Liz and Egg, not Snorpy and Chandlo, not Wambus and Triffany. It’s even more obvious that people’s “concerns” about how Wiggle and Gramble’s relationship is “toxic” are entirely twodimensional when uh, no one brings up how Snorpy and Chandlo treat each other, how Lizbert treats Eggabell, how Wambus and Triffany barely have a proper reconciliation at all. With this in mind, why do people only act like Wiggle and Gramble’s relationship is unhealthy? Like, you all saw the tapes about Liz and Egg right? We all saw those? No? Liz never even apologizes to Eggabell for how she treated her and I have WAY more concern about that considering they are actually in a longstanding committed relationship vs. two people who haven’t even started dating yet.

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With all that said I’d just like to say, stop projecting onto these characters with your problems. It’s fine to critique the actions of characters but you people literally take it way too far, its embarrassing and people like me can see the way you get upset about a black coded character but ignore the faults of other characters with white voice actors (i.e. Beffica has literally RUINED LIVES before, remember how Snorpy keeps lying to Chandlo, or how Liz accused her girlfriend of cheating on her for no reason? Yeah.) No one is saying that you can’t critique Wiggle’s actions, but to be so blatantly obvious with your actions? Ridiculous.

Also don’t think that I haven’t seen people act like Wambus, WAMBUS and FILBO would be better partners to Gramble than Wiggle, when Wambus is the character who was the most violent AND is the person who made Gramble so paranoid about his snax being stolen that he couldn’t sleep, and Filbo has stolen and lied about taking care of Gramble’s snax before and also didn’t apologize about doing so. 

anyway TL;DR, You can critique Wiggle’s actions and you don’t even have to like Wiggle and Gramble as a couple but stop pretending that you hate it because their relationship is “toxic”, and stop calling Wiggle “abusive” because you don’t even know what that word means clearly if you see two characters who have NORMAL FLAWS experiencing struggles when it comes to their feelings and immediately jump to labelling their relationship as unsalvageable.

Nonblack people can reblog but your comments on this post are unwanted and unnecessary.

[politedemon]

love people who compliment stranger's clothes. love to be one of them one day

[crunchworldsupreme]

wowow it's been one full year since I started this blog. Big thank you to everyone who has hung out here with me <3 you way improved my 2021, here's to a bangin' 2022

real talk tho, thank you. I actually reached every goal I had for this blog. It didn't go exactly how I intended it (I meant to do a lot more art lmao) but other than that, this has pretty much been the ideal tumblr experience.

Personally, I have not been using tumblr with the intention of gaining exposure or followers. What I wanted from jump was to find a chill group of people that I liked and interacted with. And I have more than achieved that! Seeing the notes on my posts (and I do see them all, my blog small as hell 😂) grants a certain small joy. You know the one. It's nice I like it 😌 And getting to see other people here work on their own things makes me so happy.

I've had tumblr accounts on and off for almost a decade and honest to god this is the first time I've ever really had fun here.

I was also not doing too hot when I started this blog (wow, imagine that) and my mental state has improved so much in the last year. For a lot of reasons, but this blog has been one of them. It's been chill as hell and it makes me smile😊

This is also a big milestone for me, because despite how inconsistent and low effort this blog has been at times (most times lol), it's also The Longest I have ever stuck to one thing, and that feels good. I don't really know where I will go from here, I've been kind of out of ideas and busy with other things lately, but hopefully this is something I can keep doing and that will continue to be a positive little thing in my life

<3

[macadam]

Even if we’re not mutuals if you reblog a lot of my posts and often leave comments/tags on it I do put you on equal level to a funky little internet mutual. I just have to limit how many people I follow because I get stressed having a massive feed

[rosiehunterwolf]

wait

(storm section inspired by @ambrosial-tea)

Prompts: Home and Memories

Word Count: 5,901 (hey i think i'm actually starting to get these back to a more reasonable number XD)

Characters: Lloyd and Garmadon

Timeline: Between episodes 13 (Day of the Great Devourer) and 18 (Child’s Play) with some flashback scenes

Trigger Warnings: Abandonment

Summary: Lloyd’s not so great at being patient. It’s not his fault though- maybe he would be better at it if waiting didn’t always end up being so disappointing- if people actually kept their promises. But this time’s going to be different, he knows it. His father will come back for him. And Lloyd’s going to wait.

As long as it takes.

Since I already got two bingos on the sparks board, I decided to switch it up and change to the warm board!

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In the aftermath of the battle, Lloyd only had one thought on his mind.

Cheers and whoops from the citizens of Ninjago City- and the ninja themselves- rang through the air as the realization that the Great Devourer was dead hit them. Lloyd hardly noticed, though. Gripping the handrail at the edge of the building, he peered out over the city. He was around here somewhere. He had to be.

“We did it!” Kai cried, grabbing Lloyd’s hand and raising it high in the air. “We saved the city! The Great Devourer is dead!” We? Lloyd glared at him, although the fire ninja didn’t even seem to notice. My dad was the one who seemed to do all the saving.

“Ultra!” Cole cried as the dragon landed on the street near the foot of the building. Racing towards the fire escape, the ninja hurried down the stairs and over to the dragon. Cole threw his arms around Rocky’s snout, the others not far behind. “You’re safe, bud!”

As the ninja and Nya laughed and caressed the dragon, Lloyd hung back, feeling lost. This wasn’t right. They couldn’t go on celebrating when someone was still missing.

“Where’s my dad?” he burst out, his voice sounding a lot shakier than what he had hoped for. “I don’t see him anywhere.”

The others exchanged glances. Lloyd hated the way they looked at each other, trying to decide what to tell him, because he obviously wasn’t good enough to know what they were really thinking.

Nya walked over to him, putting a hand on his shoulder and bending over slightly to put herself more at his level. Her eyes sparkled with regret. “Lloyd-”

“Sensei Wu?”

Jaws dropped at Cole’s exclamation, and they jerked their gazes towards where he was pointing. Sure enough, Uncle Wu was sitting in the middle of the street, in a pile of green Devourer goo, looking lost as he pushed himself to his feet. Lloyd closed his eyes, letting his breath out slowly. So at least one of his mistakes had been fixed.

“He’s alive?” Jay gaped. “He’s alive!”

Kai grabbed Lloyd by the wrist, half-dragging him over towards their sensei as the ninja tackled him into a hug. Lloyd reached out to put a hand on his uncle’s back, but paused. He had no place here. Don’t get me wrong, I love the ninja, but… I was never supposed to be part of this. I’m only here because my uncle is their sensei, because I’m their beloved green ninja.

Wu pulled back from his students, grinning- only for his smile to falter as his dark eyes met Lloyd’s red ones. He tilted his head in that odd, knowing way of his. Lloyd wanted to break the contact, but couldn’t.

“Your father is gone, isn’t he.” Not a question, but a statement.

Lloyd let his gaze drop to the ground, remaining silent. His uncle reached a hand out for his shoulder but stopped short when Lloyd flinched away.

“Yeah, and with him, our golden weapons,” Kai growled. Nya elbowed him, hard, and he yelped, rubbing his side and scowling at her.

“Weapons or not, we will see him again,” Wu told him, “of that I am certain.”

“Yeah, only because your dumb prophecy says so.”

Wu flinched. “Lloyd-”

“Do I really have to fight my father someday, Uncle Wu?”

He sighed. “One day, nephew, that time will come. But I can hope that it is not for many, many years to come, when you are much older and stronger and wiser. Until then, we must not linger on the future. You ninja have done well today. You should be proud of yourselves, celebrate your victory for a little while.”

“Don’t worry, bigshot.” Kai ruffled his hair. “You’re the chosen one. And we’re the best teachers there are! You’ll be more than ready by the time the final battle rolls around.”

Lloyd clenched his teeth. Why couldn’t any of them see? He didn’t want to fight his father. He couldn’t. His father had come back for him when the Serpentine had trapped him, even when everyone else had lost hope. His father had been the one to comfort him about their futures, the one to protect him, the one to fix his mistakes with the Serpentine. So what if he had taken the golden weapons? If it weren’t for him, they’d all be inside the stomach of a giant snake right now. Were the ninja really so quick to forget that?

They didn’t know him like Lloyd did. Even his uncle had never seen the side of him Lloyd had seen. His father was a good man who had made bad choices. Couldn’t the same be said for Lloyd? If he had changed, why couldn’t his father?

Don’t worry, dad, he vowed silently. I won’t fight you. I’ll find a way to fix this. To make this right.

You see if I don’t.

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Lightning illuminated the small room, dazzling Garmadon’s tired face as he carried the blanket over to the couch. Sitting down, he gazed out the window, the pattering sound of rain against the glass both comforting and incredibly lonely at the same time.

He sighed, turning towards the hallway. “I know you’re there, Lloyd.”

A small boy slipped into view, a stuffed dragon hugged tightly against his chest and his wispy, whitish-blond hair a mess as he blinked shyly up at him. “I’m scared of the storm, Daddy.”

Garmadon shook his head, scooting over on the couch and patting the space beside him. Lloyd needed no further encouragement, running up to him and hauling himself up to sit beside him. Lloyd burrowed himself against Garmadon’s side, and he made sure to pull the edge of his blanket a little tighter around his son.

Thunder rumbled loudly, and Lloyd whimpered, gripping tighter onto Garmadon. He waited a moment for the boy to relax before speaking.

“So. Mind telling me what it is you find so scary about storms?” Lloyd fidgeted. “They’re so loud! And the lightning- I don’t want it to get me, Daddy.”

Garmadon chuckled. “So you’re scared of a little noise and lights, eh? Somehow, I didn’t quite expect that from you.”

Lloyd yelped as another rumble echoed through the air, this one seeming to shake the house with its ferocity. Lloyd’s dragon slipped out of his grip and he quickly snatched it back up.

“It’s just a process of nature, son. There’s no need to fear it. We are safe here.”

Lloyd glanced up at him with wide eyes, and Garmadon sighed.

“It’s like a dragon, Lloyd. The storm is a big, restless dragon who’s bored and wants to play. The thunder is his roar, and the lightning is his fire breath.”

Lloyd’s eyes glowed, and he shuffled anxiously against Garmadon’s side. “Well, maybe it’s not that scary anymore…”

Garmadon huffed a laugh. “Dragons. That’s all it ever takes with you, isn’t it?”

Lloyd murmured something inaudible, nestling his head in Garmadon’s lap. They sat there together in the silence of the room, and long after Garmadon had thought his son had fallen asleep, he suddenly spoke.

“Daddy?”

“Hm?”

“Why did you and Mommy fight?”

Garmadon breathed out slowly. “Lloyd, you know it’s not nice to listen to people when they don’t know you’re there.”

“Sorry.”

“Look, son. There are some things in this world that are more complicated than you will ever know.” Seeing the confused look on the boy’s face, he elaborated. “Sometimes, people say things they don’t mean. Sometimes, mommies and daddies need to take a little break from each other.”

“Is that why you’re sleeping on the couch?”

“I suppose so. But it’s only for one night, Lloyd. We’ll sort things out tomorrow.”

“Oh.”

Garmadon gazed out the window again, running a hand through his thick hair. He tried not to think about the dark roots he had spotted there earlier, staining his deep chestnut hair the color of darkest night.

That was something no one needed to know about yet. The red eyes had already been hard enough on Misako, especially when their son had inherited them. He tried not to think about what that meant, either. The venom wasn’t hereditary, was it? Lloyd showed no signs of the snappishness he had felt as a youth. On the contrary, the child was pure of heart and bright of soul, one of the sweetest people he had ever met. Garmadon couldn’t understand how he had gotten so lucky.

“Did I do something to make you and Mommy fight?”

“What?” Garmadon started suddenly. “Heavens, child, no.” Taking Lloyd’s chin in his hand, he titled it towards him so that they were looking each other in the eye. “Honey, none of this is your fault. This is Daddy’s mistake, not yours. We both love you very much, you know that, right?”

Lloyd nodded, sniffling as he wrapped his arms tighter around him. “Can I stay with you tonight?”

Garmadon rested a hand on his head. “Whatever you need, my son. I will always be here for you.”

---

“Lloyd Montgomery Garmadon, what were you thinking?” Kai ripped the sword off of his back, sending it to the ground with a clatter. “We told you to stay on the bus, and what did you do? Go after a bunch of pirates?”

“Yeah, kid.” Cole crossed his arms over his chest. “You could’ve been seriously hurt.”

Lloyd glared at them. “I was only trying to help! You never let me do anything!” “Because you’re not ready!” Kai put his hands in his hair, yanking on it in frustration. “Augh, can’t you see? We’re only trying to protect you! What good is all this training if you don’t even make it to the final battle?”

“Lloyd,” Zane said more gently. “You need to take things one step at a time. One day, you will be ready to fight beside us. One day, but not today.”

Lloyd looked away, pushing down the bubbling anger inside of him. This didn’t matter. None of this mattered. If the ninja wanted to treat him like a baby, fine. It didn’t matter what they thought.

All he cared about was his father. He needed to impress him. Make him proud.

“Lloyd? Do you understand?”

“Yes, Zane,” he muttered, avoiding the nindroid’s gaze and instead choosing to kick at a rock. The ninja exchanged hesitant glances, but they didn’t press him further.

Nya sighed. “It’s been a long day. What do you say we get back to the Bounty, and-”

“Sorry! You snooze, you lose!”

The group whipped around towards the Bounty, where the thrusters were powering up as several Serpentine peered at them over the guardrails- as well as a familiar dark figure.

“Dad,” Lloyd breathed, lunging forward- only to be stopped by Nya’s strong arms. He squirmed against her, but she wouldn’t relent.

“Lord Garmadon!” Kai cried. “He stole our ship! I can’t believe he stole our ship!”

“Come on,” Jay groaned. “We just got it back! Can’t it go five minutes without being taken?”

“The Bounty belongs to us,” Cole warned. “We fought for it, fair and square. Give it back, Garmadon.”

The Dark Lord gave a dry laugh. “Like I’d give anything to you.”

Lord Garmadon’s head turned- freezing as he made eye contact with Lloyd. The same eerie red of his own eyes reflected back at him. He longed to say something, anything- but his mouth was dry and words refused to come. He hoped his father could tell what he was thinking, anyway.

Please don’t leave. Stay here. We can work something out. We’ll fix everything between us.

Please don’t leave me again.

For a moment, something that looked like doubt flashed in his father’s eyes, and Lloyd felt hope soar in his chest. My dad might actually- he could-

“You’re getting stronger, son,” Garmadon said, “but never strong enough to defeat me. Give up and turn back now, before it is too late.”

No. Lloyd felt himself fumble as the Bounty rose into the air and flew away, taking his father further and further from him. No, he couldn’t be leaving him again, this had been his one chance to get his father back, to earn his love, but Lloyd had blown it.

I’m sorry, dad. I wasn’t good enough. I let you down.

It won’t happen again. Next time, I’ll try harder.

Next time, I’ll make you proud.

---

Their apartment was quiet that night. As Kai and Nya washed dishes in the kitchen- it was their night for clean-up duty- the others crowded around the TV in their tiny living room, playing video games with the volume low. Their usual yelling was diminished to nothing more than hushed whispers.

Behind them, Lloyd was curled up on the couch, already out like a light even though it was only seven pm. The boy was undoubtedly exhausted from the fight with the pirates earlier in the day, Kai thought crossly.

It took him a moment to realize Nya was staring at Lloyd, too. “Kai,” she asked slowly, working her jaw. “Is Lloyd okay?”

“Why,” he asked quickly. “Is he hurt? Did something happen? Man, I told him not to-”

“No. I mean… do you think he’s been acting a little… odd, lately?”

Kai frowned, turning to look at the boy. His brow furrowed as he slept, the corners of his mouth twitching downward slightly. “I guess. He’s probably just tired from all the training. We’ve been working him pretty hard, as of late.”

“Yeah,” Nya nodded, although she didn’t look like the answer truly satisfied her.

If Kai was being honest, it didn’t feel right to him, either.

---

Misako stormed into the room, dropping Lloyd into his lap with a huff. “That’s it, he’s your problem now.”

Garmadon looked up at her questioningly. “What happened?”

“What do you think happened? He bit me again! So, get him to stop.”

“What makes you think I would be able to make him stop?”

“I don’t know, but the fangs come from your side of the family, so it’s your responsibility now.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“I don’t know, you’re a smart man, you’ll figure it out! I’m going to go make some tea. Good luck.”

Garmadon stared after her but was pulled out of his thoughts as something sharp chomped down on his hand. He glanced down at Lloyd. “Oh, mister. What are we going to do with you?”

---

When Garmadon returned home the next day, there was a plump green dragon plush stuffed beneath his arm. He handed it to Lloyd, who was sitting on the floor, playing with his wooden blocks as he sucked on his pacifier. “Here. Next time you feel the impulse to bite someone, bite this instead.”

Lloyd eyed the plush with interest, reaching out for it with grabby hands and clutching it around its middle, pulling it close. Spitting out his pacifier, he began to babble to the dragon, blocks forgotten. Garmadon picked up the pacifier, eyeing it closely and sighing as he caught sight of the puncture holes.

When he glanced at Lloyd, the boy was chomping down on the wing of the dragon. Garmadon rolled his eyes, crouching down next to him. “Hey, what is it with you and biting things you like? C’mon, bud.” He gently pried the wing out of his mouth. “You’re going to hurt him- uh, it- hey, don’t you think your little dragon friend needs a name?”

Lloyd stared thoughtfully at the stuffed animal. “Buhbuh.”

“No, no, no, he needs a noble, dragon-ly name! Like Blaze, or Windracer, or-”

“Buhbuh,” Lloyd said firmly.

“..Buffy?”

“Buhbuh.”

Garmadon sighed. “The fierce and mighty Buhbuh? That’s what you want?”

Lloyd cheered, hugging the plush tight. “Buhbuh!”

The name wasn’t the only thing that stuck. Over the following weeks, Lloyd fell in love with that dragon. Everywhere the toddler went, Buhbuh wasn’t far behind. In his playroom, in the crib, in the car, at meals, even in the bathroom. Misako had spent twenty minutes one night trying to wrestle the toy away from him before he took his bath.

It had solved the biting issue, at least, although Misako often muttered that he had just traded one problem out for another. He dismissed her worries, telling her that Lloyd would grow out of his dragon phase eventually.

Although, that certainly wasn’t happening anytime soon. As Lloyd got older, he only got more and more intrigued by the creatures. Suddenly, everything had to have dragons- his pajamas, the shows on TV, his pull-ups, and his many, many toys. While his biting habits faded, as soon as he learned to walk, he was tottering around the house, roaring and flapping his arms like wings. Even as his collection of dragon toys and figurines grew, however, Buhbuh was always his favorite.

Garmadon should’ve known better than to think the carefree times would last forever, though. Ever since Lloyd had been born, he had been so much happier- and he was certain that the presence of his son was slowing the spread of the venom. But it wasn’t gone. It was a curse that the damned snake had forced him to bear forever.

He wanted to put it off as long as possible, though. He was happier here than he had ever been in his life, and he didn’t want to lose all this.

He knew if anyone could help him, it was his brother. Wu understood how much he loved his wife and child. He knew how badly he wanted this. He would do whatever he could to help. His teas and meditations had always been helpful in the past, and he hoped this time wouldn’t be any different.

“Do you have everything, dear?” Misako asked, helping him slip on his coat.

He lifted the duffel bag in his hand. “All in here. I’m ready.”

A sharp tug on his pant leg distracted him. He glanced down to see Lloyd, sniffing miserably. “Daddy, why do you have to go?”

Garmadon crouched down next to him. “It’s only for a few days, pumpkin. I’ll be back before you know it.”

“Why?”

Garmadon sighed. “Daddy’s been feeling…” he glanced at Misako, at a loss, but she only shrugged. “… A bit under the weather lately. I’m going to pay a visit to your Uncle Wu so he can help me with my… impulse control.”

Lloyd blinked at him, and Garmadon smirked, realizing that every word he had just said had gone straight over his son’s head. He ruffled his hair, standing again. “Don’t worry about it too much. You’ll be fine. Your mother will take good care of you.”

As he turned towards the door, he stopped at the sound of sniffling. Turning back to Lloyd, he wiped the tears from his eyes with his sleeve. “Hey. It’ll be alright, okay? Daddy will be back soon. You can even call me tonight.” Glancing around, he spotted Buhbuh sitting on the end table and grabbed him, pressing him into Lloyd’s arms. “Buhbuh will take care of you when I’m gone, okay?”

Lloyd hugged Buhbuh tighter. “Okay.”

“Don’t worry, Lloyd. Buhbuh is the best protector there is. And remember, I’m the one who bought him for you. Whenever you see him, you’ll know that I’ll always come back.”

---

“Lloyd, steady!” Jay cried. “We’re wobbling too much!”

Kai yelped, gripping onto Cole’s leg, where he was struggling to balance on Zane’s shoulder. On the nindriod’s other side was Jay, and on top of Cole, Sensei Wu balanced, unfazed. Below them all, Lloyd stood, trembling under all their weight.

“Uh, guys, are you sure this is a good idea-”

“Ahhh! Watch out, we’re going to fall!”

The ninja screamed as they fell to the ground, landing in a tangled pile of limbs. Lloyd quickly wriggled his way out from underneath them, and the others extracted themselves more slowly, groaning.

“You gotta find your balance, Lloyd,” Cole said, rubbing his shoulder where Kai had landed on it. “You have the strength to lift us, but you’re not focusing enough.”

“Well, maybe I’m trying!” Lloyd snapped. “I don’t see you down here lifting all that weight!”

Kai frowned. “Lloyd, Cole is only trying to help.”

“Well, maybe I don’t need help. You’re putting too much pressure on me! I could do way better on my own!”

Sensei Wu put a hand on his nephew’s shoulder. “Perhaps it is time for a break. Let’s get you a drink of water and rest for a bit, then we can try again.”

Lloyd begrudgingly shuffled after his uncle, grumbling under his breath. Kai watched him go with a furrowed brow.

“What’s got the kid acting so irritable lately?”

Jay shook his head. “I don’t know. But he’s starting to get on my nerves. It feels like he’s just being stubborn for the sake of it.”

Zane frowned. “Maybe he’s right. Maybe we are putting too much pressure on him. Supporting the weight of all of us is probably asking too much for a nine-year-old boy, green ninja or not.”

Cole shook his head. “This is the same kid who put a crack through Dareth’s floor. If he can do that, he can lift us. I know he can do it. But he just seems… distant.”

“We’ll keep an eye on it.” Kai waved his hand, turning back towards the training space. “But we don’t have time for his moodiness now. Lord Garmadon is out there somewhere, and he’s not going to wait around for us to sort out our issues.”

---

“Uh, come on boy, we gotta catch up with the ninja, I’m not gonna fall behind again- woah!”

Ultra let out a mighty roar, careening forward with a mighty flap of his wings and sending the reins shooting out of Lloyd’s hands. He only just managed to snag them before they hurtled over Ultra’s heads.

“Easy boy, easy! Look,” he sighed, letting a hand rest gently on the dragon’s off-white scales. “We’re never gonna win this race and save the dojo if you and me don’t learn to work together. Besides, I’m the green ninja. I’m meant to ride you, anyway. Imagine how impressed the others will be if we come back and I’m riding you like a pro! We can rub it in their faces what a natural I am with dragons, heh. What do you say?”

Flame’s head snorted, letting out a puff of smoke, which wasn’t the most reassuring answer.

“Hey, wait a minute.” Lloyd squinted, staring at the vehicles racing through the canyon below them. There was the familiar shape of the Ultra Sonic Raider, but above it-

The ship appeared to have undergone some design changes, but there was still no mistaking the vast, furling sails or the dragon figurehead. The Bounty was in the race.

His father was here.

Lloyd’s heart skipped a beat. His father was here- he could see the black figure now, helping some of the Serpentine to point a cannon at the Ultra Sonic Raider.

Ultra tensed beneath him, but Lloyd hesitated, holding the mighty dragon back.

His dad was trying to hurt his friends. Lloyd didn’t want to get in his father’s way, but…

He couldn’t let him do this.

Lloyd gritted his teeth, digging his hands into the reins. “Okay, Ultra. Let’s put a stop to this.”

Ultra roared, diving towards the Bounty so sharply that Lloyd had to grip onto the saddle for dear life to keep himself from flying off. “Get out of the way!” he yelled at his father. Garmadon lurched back from the cannon, eyes widening, but it was too late. Ultra was already slamming into the ship, sending both himself and the Bounty spiraling.

Snapping up the reins, Lloyd pulled back, steering Ultra up, narrowly avoiding crashing into the ground.

“Woooo! Nice going, Lloyd!”

Kai’s cry sent a flare of warmth through his chest, but it quickly dissipated as his gaze fell on his father, who was barking at the Serpentine as they hurried to get the ship going straight again. He had made the right choice- the only choice- but at his father’s expense.

A wave of panic suddenly hit him. He couldn’t mess this up. He had been given another chance to make his father proud of him, and he couldn’t let this one slip between his fingers.

“C’mon, Ultra, let’s show ‘em what we got!” With a jerk of the reins, the dragon was shooting through the air like a bullet. Lloyd steered him up, and Ultra did a graceful loop through the air, followed by a swift corkscrew.

Lloyd blinked, surprised at how easily his dragon was listening to him. Usually, Ultra was as stubborn as possible, but apparently he enjoyed putting on a show as much as Lloyd did.

“Quit fooling around, Lloyd!” Cole cried from the Raider. “We gotta win this race, and we need your help!”

Lloyd glanced back at the Bounty, but his father wasn’t even looking at him, just waving the Mega Weapon around as he yelled at the Serpentine. Lloyd sighed, guiding Ultra towards the guys. This obviously wasn’t working.

As the Raider sped over the rocky ground below them, it slowly shifted into a softer, lusher landscape- and then came the snow. Lloyd stuck his tongue out, letting a flake land on his tongue.

“Birchwood Forest!” Kai cried. “Oh, we’ll never get through all these trees to catch up!”

There was a roaring of an engine behind him, and Lloyd glanced back to see his father coming in the Bounty, not too far off. I still have a chance! I can still impress him!

“Let me find a shortcut,” he called to the ninja. “Ultra! Up, boy!”

Scanning the woods below, he quickly eyed out a path, then swooped down with Ultra, racing through the trees. “Follow me!”

The turns were sharp, and Lloyd barely avoided crashing into the trees on more than a couple of occasions. But he didn’t, Ultra’s movements swift and precise below him. Lloyd let out a whoop of exhilaration. He was finally getting the hang of this! Ultra was listening to him! Taming a dragon was no easy feat, his father would have to be proud of him now-

Suddenly, Ultra let out a pained cry, and before Lloyd could process anything, the dragon was being yanked backward and plummeting towards the ground. Lloyd screamed, clutching onto the saddle, and Ultra threw his wings around him, sheltering him as they hit the ground with an almighty crash.

---

Lloyd groaned, blinking stars from his eyes as something bumped against his cheek. When it finally came into focus, he saw Wisp’s head staring at him, grunting in concern.

“I- I’m fine, boy,” Lloyd huffed, grabbing at the dragon’s muzzle for support as he pushed himself to his feet. “What in Ninjago just happened? We were doing so well, now we’re going to lose the race!”

Ultra groaned, raising his left foot and shaking it, where chains clanked loudly.

“No, no, no-” Lloyd raced over, examining the cuff and finding long, curved bones secured tightly around Ultra’s ankle. “The Skulkin! They sabotaged us! Those scheming, no good boneheads!” Lloyd yanked desperately at the chains, trying to get them to budge. “Augh, now we’re never going to win the race, and my father will never-” Lloyd cried out as his hand scraped against the sharp edge of the bone. Immediately, Flame’s head was at his side, nosing him away from the cuff and whining softly as he gently licked Lloyd’s scratched hand.

“I… I just wanted to make him proud,” Lloyd sniffed, burying his face against Flame’s scales. The fire dragon felt comfortingly warm in the cold of the snowdrift.

Rocky’s head butted him softly, before carefully taking the edge of the cuff between his teeth and crunching down on it, shattering it into a dozen pieces. Lloyd sucked in his breath, giving Rocky’s muzzle a quick hug before clambering back onto Ultra’s back.

“If we hurry, we can still catch them now! C’mon, boy, we have a lot of ground to make up for!”

---

Lloyd didn’t win the race, but by the time the finish line came into view, he could see the ninja crowding around the golden winner’s cup, cheering. In front of them, Garmadon was yelling at the referee, insisting that he had won and that the ref had made a faulty call.

Lloyd’s breath caught in his throat. His father was right here. Closer than he had been since the defeat of the Great Devourer. Part of Lloyd wanted to run up and hug him, but he knew he couldn’t. That wouldn’t last. He needed something more permanent.

His eyes strayed to the Bounty, resting a little way behind the Dark Lord. With his father out yelling at the ninja and the race staff and all the Serpentine left behind in the Glacier Barrens, the ship was empty.

If Lloyd took it back- his father wouldn’t be able to fly away again. He’d have to stay. They could talk, work things out. As soon as he could get his father to stop running and just listen, he knew he could get through to him.

Lloyd eyed his father warily, but Garmadon was too distracted to notice the giant dragon behind him, as were the ninja. Quietly, Lloyd instructed Ultra forward, and the dragon padded across the ground, climbing up onto the deck of the Bounty.

“That’s not even street legal!” Garmadon was yelling. “My ship was clearly-”

“Your ship?”

His father whipped around, and Lloyd froze as they stared at each other for a long moment.

Please. Please, please, please. Lloyd reached a hand out. “Dad-”

Police sirens sounded behind them, and suddenly two officers hopped out of the car. “Alright, Garmadon, you’re coming with us.”

“Wait!” Lloyd cried, slipping off of Ultra and landing on the ground mere feet from his father. “Dad, it doesn’t have to be like this. You can-”

A screeching of tires, and suddenly Skales was pulling up in his bus. “Look who needs who now!”

Garmadon scowled, turning to go. Lloyd’s brain screamed at him. This was his one chance to stop him. If he did nothing, who knew how long it would be until he got to see him again?

Lloyd lunged forward, grabbing Garmadon’s wrist. The man looked back in surprise. “What are you-”

“Dad. Please. Don’t go.”

Garmadon fell silent, staring at him for a moment. Time seemed to stand still.

Then Garmadon was yanking away, shaking his head. “I’m sorry, son. We both know I can’t do that.” In two steps, he was aboard the Serpentine bus and speeding away.

No. Lloyd felt tears well in his eyes. There were others here, and Lloyd hadn’t cried in front of anyone in a long time, but he couldn’t bring himself to care anymore. His father had been right here. He had touched him.

“Way to go, bud!” Kai whooped, running over to him, the other ninja close behind. “You got the Bounty back- hey, woah, what’s wrong?”

Lloyd quickly tried to cover his eyes, but Kai was already crouched down next to him, pulling his arms away and gently wiping at his tears with the sleeve of his gi.

Jay put a hand on his back. “You’re not hurt, are you?”

Lloyd shook his head, sniffling. “I just… I thought… my father, I thought he would… I thought if I could make him proud, he would stop leaving…” Lloyd choked on a sob, burying his face in Kai’s gi. “Why does he keep leaving? Why does everyone leave? What did I do wrong?”

“Oh, bud,” Kai whispered, running hands through Lloyd’s hair gently. “This is what’s been upsetting you, hasn’t it?”

Lloyd whimpered miserably, and Kai hugged him tighter- his grip so firm, so protective, that it made Lloyd think maybe everything could be okay again, eventually.

“You look at me,” Kai demanded, tilting his chin up. “None of this is your fault. You hear me? None of it. All the people that left you were jerks who didn’t appreciate how amazing you were. They don’t deserve you. We don’t deserve you. But you’re our true family, Lloyd. We will never, ever do what they did.”

“You hear that?” Cole punched him lightly in the chest, his voice sounding suspiciously choked up. “You’re one of us, now, green bean. You can’t escape us, whether you like it or not.”

“Your father will never understand this, Lloyd.” Jay gestured at the group with his hands. “I wish it didn’t have to be this way. You deserve a father who will be there for you, one whose love is not clouded by dreams of vengeance. But that’s how things are. So you’re stuck with us, instead.”

“I’m sorry he couldn’t be here, Lloyd,” Zane murmured. “But we are. And we love you. So if there’s ever something bothering you, talk to us about it. We want to do everything we can to make you feel wanted.”

Nya crouched down next to Kai. “You and me against the world, bud. Remember that? We’re not giving up on you. Ever. So your father can stuff it-”

Zane elbowed her, and she grinned sheepishly. “Sorry. Now’s not the best time for that. But you get my point. I’ll fight stupid destiny for you, Lloyd Garmadon. We all will.”

Lloyd’s eyes welled up again, but this time the tears were happy as he collapsed against them. Five pairs of arms hugged him back, warm and strong and safe.

His father had left again. But that wasn’t what was important right now. His true home was here, with the ninja.

And he had hope it always would be.

---

Garmadon gazed down at the bundle in his arms. His posture was stiff and unnatural, his rough hands as gentle as possible as they supported the weight.

This was easily the most precious thing he had ever carried.

Lloyd stared up at him with wide, curious eyes. Every curve and inch of him was perfect- and he was his. Garmadon could see himself in the curve of his son’s nose or the outline of his jaw, Misako in the shape of his eyes or the hue of his skin.

He still couldn’t believe it.

It had taken Misako hours to convince him he wasn’t going to hurt Lloyd, and now, here he was, carrying his son for the first time.

His son. He loved the way that sounded.

Garmadon shifted his grip slightly, and suddenly Lloyd began to fuss. Garmadon glanced to Misako for help, but she simply shook her head, smiling.

At a loss, Garmadon cradled Lloyd closer to his chest. “Shh, shh, Lloyd, it’s okay. Daddy’s got you.”

Lloyd stopped almost immediately at the sound of his voice, cooing in wonder as he reached a chubby little hand out. Garmadon bowed his head, closing his eyes and letting Lloyd trace his fingers gently across his face.

Garmadon felt the tension ease from his shoulders. This was a person. A living, breathing being, and he and Misako had created him.

Nothing in the world could’ve ever prepared him for the wonderful gift of fatherhood. This was one thing in his life he vowed not to mess up.

“You’re safe, little one,” he murmured. “I will always be here for you.”

[chussyracing]

i get so annoyed when people talk shit about george saying that everything he says is so PR media-trained and that he's fake but the moment he gives his own opinions (saying a slow reliable car is better than a fast one that doesn't finish) or makes a joke (the mercedes safety car being faster than the aston martin one) those same people give him shit for being too cocky and arrogant like???? what do they want from him 😭

also worth mentioning that i'm a charles fan mainly and even i'm pissed off that he's being treated this way by people. shoutout to george fans out there who have to deal with this everyday.

yeah i mean u know who my fave driver is and that by now i cancelled about 90 % of the rest of the drivers at least once, but tbh if anyone things they ALL don't go through basic media training, they're simply blind. george's lovely and his interviews and radios are actually one of the best ones