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listen,,, if you leave six ninja on a flying boat for long enough they will come up with their own memes and inside jokes

“kai would hit on a sexy lamp”

one time lloyd dressed an actual lamp in a dress with a mini skirt and kai was so sleep deprived that he hit on it

when anyone does anything bad, they go sit in the corner of shame. theres a sign

saying lloyd is twelve no matter how old he gets

kai: sorry lloyd you cant come fight with us youre like twelve lloyd: im sixteen

jay: sorry lloyd you cant come clubbing with us you’re like twelve lloyd: ?? im twenty??

zane: i shouldnt use such big words, lloyd is only twelve lloyd: IM THIRTY THREE HOW LONG MUST I SUFFER

mix and matching parts of old uniforms and excusing it with “its called fashion”

making up parts that zane needs to keep up to date

nya: zane, is your thermalhydrothingabob functioning smoothly?

cole: zane’s been pretty slow lately, maybe his popcornjpgwhatsit is broken

lloyd: zane! better make sure your chickentron is updated!

stacking things on wu’s hat while he’s asleep. cole and nya are tied at 8

“morro made me do it”

this one is lloyd only and its definitely a coping mechanism so leave him be

lloyd: *breaks something* morro made me do it

kai: who ate the last cookie? lloyd: morro made me do it

jay: you look like you havent slept?? lloyd: morro made me do it

pls go get therapy lloyd

green ninja competitions similar to the ones in season 1 where they decide who gets to be the green ninja. lloyd is the judge

if someone (usually jay or lloyd) starts a disney or dreamworks song, everyone has to join in

wu once walked in on lloyd and kai singing “the plagues” from prince of egypt with absolutely no context, and walked right back out

exaggerated non swearing around lloyd

*someone finds out a new piece of information” wonder what else sensei hasnt told us

their pizza order changes every night and its always terrible

“yo can i get a hawaiian pizza with pineapple and sardines, deliver to the destinys bounty”

“yah id like a none pizza with left beef deliver to the destinys bounty”

“can i have one slice of pizza, but, like, with every topping you have on it. deliver to the destinys bounty”

“alright im gonna go to the store” “only bad things happen when we split up”

“whats the weirdest place you can find lloyd asleep” competitions. dareth is the judge. its been weeks and lloyd has no idea

they copy old memes too

kai: im going to taco bell you want anything lloyd: i want my dad back kai: yah i got like 12 dollars

nya: jay was found dead in miami cole: is he okay nya: he’s alright but he’s dead

jay: remember to drink your respect women juice guys!

“the singles club” thats permanently occupied by lloyd and cole, and the others have all been part of it at some point. they have meetings.

“how dare you break color coordination” when anyone wears anything other than their usual color

“well, we kept kai”

variants include “well, we kept lloyd” and “well i kept all of you” (said by wu, once, and the others were in shock for ten minutes and then laughed for five minutes straight)

regarding nya as the best thing since sliced bread

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New reaction pic for y'all to be used when you get into an argument about trans healthcare and your opponent starts talking about the 0.8% or whatever of trans people who regret transitioning

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i love finding out the meaning of slangs for “attractive woman” in various languages

chick (english) - baby chicken Schnecke (german) - snail/slug sild (danish) - herring fıstık (turkish) - pistachio тёлочка (russian) - heifer ծիտ (armenian) - sparrow

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If you're having trouble keeping up with what's going on in Palestine because of US news coverage of university protests, here are some articles you can read and a video you can watch:

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While CNN & all the other mainstream media try to paint the university protests as "pro terrorism" (which they're not, they're literally anti-war protests.) Palestinians are being slaughtered by the minute.

Please don't stop speaking about Palestine.

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HAAANK! THAT'S NOT ART BY THE OP HANK! OP REPOSTED IT WITHOUT CREDIT! HANK!

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Happy Lesbian Visibility Day!

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no because it actually is so funny how sokka is unrealistically smart like just. inhumanly intelligent so they had to counteract that by nerfing him in one million different ways. no he can’t bend no his sister never listens to him no he isn’t charismatic or convincing yes he has one million different mental illnesses. every single mental illness known to man, in fact. and that somehow balances out the fact that he is a genius the likes of which the world may see like. once in a century. because does it even matter if he just keeps taking L after L and is so fucking miserable and constantly self-sabotages due to being too insane and neurotic to even function half the time and his highest aspiration in life is literally to be murdered. no, seriously, does it??? incidentally, this it is also the central tension of a little show called . “malcolm in the mildle.”

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i want 60 thousand votes by next thursday

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I love how in all these Luke & Vader fics (that I definitely do not spend multiple hours every day reading) where Vader finally acquires his son and brings him onto the Executor, the person he always entrusts him to is...Admiral Piett. Like, I get it; we always want to include the named characters and Piett is awesome and I love him but he’s the fucking Admiral of a nineteen kilometre long warship. He has responsibilities. He can’t just disappear for a month to go look after Vader’s rebel son. And how the hell is he supposed to explain that. “Oh sorry, I can’t command this warship in the middle of a battle because Lord Vader asked me to look after his 20 year old kid. And that’s assuming he’s even allowed to make an excuse for where the fuck he’s disappearing off to all the time. Even if he’s a captain he still has a fucking job but I guess Vader doesn’t care about that.

And like what does Piett think of all this nonsense. I mean it’s nice Lord Vader trusts him but he isn’t a fucking babysitter. And of course he can’t say that on pain of death. He just has to keep it all bottled up and hope the Jedi doesn’t get it into his head to run away since he sure as heck can’t stop him and he doesn’t want to stop breathing today thank you very much. Poor guy. At least he gets to hang out with Luke Skywalker.

Also, I think it’s beautifully ironic how this guy who was originally meant to be strangled by Vader offscreen ended up in fanon as the only guy Vader is willing to trust. Honestly he deserves it. Piett is fucking awesome.

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DAY 28 - Anger Born of Worry (SW: Luke Skywalker & Darth Vader)

Piett had spent a few years under Lord Vader’s command, and he was familiar with his commanding methods. Lord Vader not only commanded from the front, most times he was the front. Some thought Lord Vader was protecting his troops; others thought Lord Vader was simply demonstrating his power and that he didn’t need anyone to help him win battles - whatever Lord Vader’s reasons might be, it was highly effective for troop morale and enemy demotivation. Besides being a successful commander, Lord Vader was also a rather reckless fighter, especially when it came to flying. His stunts and bold manoeuvres that would kill most men never failed to bring awe to his troops and terror to his enemies.

As such, for the Imperial forces of the 501st, it was perfectly normal to see Lord Vader fly out in his TIE, or see him in a battlefield. It was perfectly normal to see Lord Vader perform impossible deeds and survive what killed mere mortals.

But young Luke had only been with his father for a few months now, and understandably, he was not used to Lord Vader’s methods. And recklessness.

Consequently, it was only natural that Luke was beyond himself. Which, in Piett’s opinion, was absolutely terrifying. Luke had such a sunny disposition, Luke always had a kind smile and friendly words to give, that seeing him angry was like something out of a nightmare. Luke’s voice thundered through the hangar, and though his target was Lord Vader alone, everyone else unlucky enough to be in the hangar at that moment was absolutely petrified - Veers was actually discreetly shielding his troopers.

And all because, during the brief skirmish against opposing forces, Lord Vader was injured doing what he did best: charging against the enemy at the head of his troops.

(A head at the end of a very long neck, that is.)

Piett and everyone in that hangar had seen Lord Vader in much worse condition. Right now, Lord Vader was lacking an arm, the durasteel of his legs was on display through his ripped suit, his breathing was louder and ragged, and the control panel on his chest was sparking ominously, with a few wires hanging loose. And yet, Lord Vader was standing, having just jumped out of his battered TIE fighter and seemingly as shocked as everyone else by Luke’s anger. Maybe, part of that anger stemmed from Lord Vader’s strict orders for Luke to remain in the Executor as the ship’s commanding officer.

(Luke had very humbly asked for Piett’s help because he had never been in command of a proper ship and of so many people.)

For five minutes, Luke kept shouting about how Lord Vader was insanely reckless. The more exalted he became about the state Lord Vader was in, and about how the fuselage of his TIE fighter looked like a sieve, and about how Lord Vader had an Empire to pacify so he couldn’t get himself killed, the heavier the atmosphere in the hangar became. Crates trembled, lights flickered, and Piett noticed a scared pilot and a terrified trooper holding each other’s hands tightly.

And as abruptly as Luke had marched into the hangar with Piett to welcome the troops - and to shout at Lord Vader - Luke turned around and stormed off. Immediately, the lights stabilised, the crates stopped shaking, and the atmosphere became breathable again.

Everyone tried very hard not to stare at Lord Vader - Piett tried very hard, but he just couldn’t take his eyes off the new Emperor, who stood there, petrified and stunned by his son’s uncharacteristic outburst. For a moment, it was almost like Piett could see confusion flashing on the dusty surface of Lord Vader’s expressionless mask.

Like he really couldn’t understand what had prompted such a reception from his son.

“If… If I may, Lord Vader?” Veers asked, stepping away from the troopers he had been discreetly shielding. All attention - especially Lord Vader’s - was now on Veers, who cleared his throat and maintained an impeccable posture. “I believe Commander Skywalker is exceedingly worried about you.”

A wave of agreeing murmurs arose among those at the hangar who were parents. And while Piett didn’t have children, he had to agree that worry explained young Luke’s actions. Even though he and Lord Vader had been apart all of Luke’s life and had been on opposite sides of the war, it was well-known that Luke loved his father very much - just like Lord Vader loved his son more than life.

Without acknowledging Veers, Lord Vader left the hangar, heading the same direction as Luke. His rhythmical breathing was off and he was walking with a limp, yet that took away none of his imposing presence. His departure broke the trance, and soon the hangar erupted to life, with pilots and technicians coming to and fro and troopers leaving and droids and engineers rolling in to fix whatever there was to fix. With everything back on track, Piett exchanged a greeting with Veers and turned his back to return to the bridge.

In the meantime, Vader was making his way as fast as he could to his personal quarters, following the turmoil in the Force caused by Luke. The anger clogging their bond was actually making Vader sick, not just because it came from Luke - which in itself was wrong - but especially because of how raw it was. He had forgotten that Luke had that anger in himself, and while Vader wanted his son to learn how to use it, he didn’t want it to consume him.

In the back of his mind, he kept Veers’ explanation in a loop, but wasn’t particularly focused in analysing it yet. His main concern was to find Luke and calm him down.

As soon as he walked in his quarters, he found Luke standing by the viewport of the hall where Vader usually received his officers. Luke didn’t turn around when the door swished open, nor when Vader approached him. His arms were crossed over his chest, and when Vader stopped next to him and looked at his face, even through the tinted lenses he could see that Luke’s eyes were moist. Not only that, his jaw was clenched and his lips were pressed tightly, with a downward turn that reminded Vader of their fight on Bespin.

“You are still angry,” Vader pointed out, finally getting Luke to slowly look up at him, scowling. “General Veers pointed out that you are worried, and the Force confirms his words.”

And again, Luke snapped, angry and fuming and baring his teeth in a way that would’ve made Vader proud some time ago, but that now simply saddened him.

“Of course I’m worried, father!! You’re my father, you’re the Emperor, and you just… look at yourself!!!”

“Your worry is misplaced, my son. I have the Force, and no weapon can-”

“And you told me to stay here!!! What if something had happened, father??” Luke was shouting again, and for a moment, liquid gold swirled in the blue of Luke’s irises. “What if-”

Gently, Vader rested his only hand on Luke’s shoulder, flooding their bond with calm. Tension lingered in the air between them for a couple of seconds, but then Luke exhaled and looked down, seemingly shrinking.

“Do not hold onto something that did not happen, my son,” Vader said, his voice gentle despite the broken vocoder and the static. He cupped Luke’s cheek and tilted his head up, to see that Luke’s eyes were moister now:

“I just found you, father. I can’t lose you…” Luke muttered in a small voice. “When you climbed off your TIE, I… I was so worried - I still am, that you’re seriously injured, and that something like this will happen and I won’t be there and-”

Luke didn’t finish, instead throwing himself into Vader’s chest and hugging him around the middle of his back. With a sigh, Vader rested his hand on Luke’s head.

“Your worry is misplaced, my son. We will be fine,” he promised.

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