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[blu3cl0v3rs]

Summary: Morro attends his first movie night!

Warnings: Morro is not as angry, I am mad at myself for not finishing this in October

Prompt: TV

Extra: Set in a generic "Redeemed Morro Lives w/ the Ninja" AU, between Seasons 5 and 6. Morro thoughts!

Everyone was sprawled about the soft surfaces in the living room. Jay argued with Lloyd, one cuddled close to his girlfriend while the other was wrapped up like a burrito on a bean bag, over which order to watch the Starfarer films.

"We should start with #5!" Jay yelled. "It's the chronological beginning of their story!"

"No, we should start with #1, so characters mentioned in #5 make sense! When first introducing someone, you should always follow the release order," Lloyd countered. "It's the order they were made with.'

"Bu-"

"No buts," Lloyd put the DVD into the player.

Jay groaned, but accepted defeat.

Morro, meanwhile, was tightly curled up on one end of the couch, trying to create as much distance as he could between him and the blue-themed lovebirds. Kai watched Morro carefully, even as the opening theme played.

The rest of the movie went well; the Ninja made comments as they usually did, Jay and Lloyd acted out some scenes, at one point Cole threw popcorn at Kai for being boring and not paying attention, and, in general, they all enjoyed it.

"Fair? Fair's not a word where I came from!" Jay declared, striking a cheesy hero pose.

It was almost normal. Morro stared at the screen as the credits rolled by. He hated that he could see himself living here, slotting himself into this life. The lonely child in him yearned for it; for connection. He despised that he missed something as simple and stupid as friends. He doesn't need anyone.

Wu's words echoed in his head, "You're strong, Morro, but it takes others to make us stronger."

Maybe, just maybe, he could get used to this. His shoulders loosened.

Maybe.

[toonstarterz]

I found out japanese fans are calling this the "american comic book-style marcille"

i'm WHEEZING LMAO

[theshitpostcalligrapher]

the curse of summer is buying and eating an inadvisable amount of fruit in single sittings.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Knowledge Revenge.

[stemmmm]

never forgive trigger for what they cut

[churroach]

Looking respectfully

[knxfesck]

"I hate tiktok" you don't even know about Mr Lagoon

[girldraki]

this is insane

[tothechaos]

glad that im not popular enough to have an evil shadow version of my blog that exists just to make contradictions on my posts

[stuckinapril]

people who only use conventional social media are so funny bc they’ll casually be like “can I see your tumblr??” are you Insane. this is no instagram or twitter. this is my vault of secrets

[nighthawkes]

I must sleep. Sleep is the mind-healer. Sleep is the big-life that brings total ability to fucking do anything. I will face my bed. I will permit the blankie to pass over me and snores to pass through me. And when sleep has gone past I will turn the outer eye to greet the new morning. When the sleep has gone there will be everything. Energy and will to live will remain.

[sylvies-kablooie]

i do unironically think the best artists of our generation are posting to get 20 notes and 3 reblogs btw. that fanfic with like 45 kudos is some of the best stuff ever written. those OCs you carry around have some of the richest backstories and worldbuilding someone has ever seen. please do not think that reaching only a few people when you post means your art isn't worth celebrating.

[sadclowncentral]

my family is fucking addicted to macgyvering and it's becoming a problem. every time something in this house breaks, instead of doing the sensible thing of replacing it or calling someone qualified to fix it, we all group around the offending object with a manic look in our eyes and everyone gets a try at fixing it while being cheered on or ridiculed by the rest.

it's a beautiful bonding activity, but the "creative" fixes have turned our house into a quasihaunted escape room like contraption where everything works, but only in the wonkiest of ways. you need a huge block of iron to turn on the stove. the oven only works if a specific clock is plugged in. the bread machine has a huge wood block just stapled to it that has become foundational to its function. sometimes when you use the toaster the doorbell rings. and that's just the kitchen.

it's all fun and games until you have guests over and you have to lay out the rules of the house like it's a fucking board game. welcome to the beautiful guest room. don't pull out the couch yourself you need a screwdriver for that, and that metal rod makes the lamp work so don't move it. it also made me a terrifying roommate in college, because it makes me think i can fix anything with enough hubris and a drill. you want to call the landlord about a leaky faucet? as if. one time my dad made me install a new power socket because we ran our of extension cords

[some-pers0n]

I hate how people will look at popular indie artists who had one or two songs go viral on TikTok and start making fun of anybody who listens to them. "Oh you listen to Lemon Demon, Will Wood, Jack Stauber, Glass Animals, and Mother Mother? Tsk, don't you know that is stupid TikTok neurodivergent white transmasc preteen music? It's so mid and bad you should listen to real music–" you are a pit of misery

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