It is a stupidly big deal to me that Morro returned to the Monastery of spinjitzu during DOTD. He didn't go back there for all of Possession, but finally, even after it had been burned down and despite the fact that he is a ghost/mannequin with the clock ticking he still went home to Wu and to the Monastery. He even only went back after finding the Tomb of the First Spinjitzu Master like he said he would and all the terrible things thereafter. Why am I so torn up about this what is happening
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Six Feet Under season 3 episode 4 “Nobody Sleeps” single-handedly responsible for me bawling my eyes out over its representation of queer love and grief and community. the lighting of the eulogy being deliberately colorful, contrasted against shots of Nate and David in more drab and dreary lighting……….the love, the emotion, the pure healing power of the man with the enlarged heart making sure that his lover was the last thing he ever looked at…….a gay man dying surrounded by friends, all together and having such a joyful and easy time, just happy to be there with one another………..oh it truly makes me unwell. I feel nauseous. how do I make this my reality.
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"Are you crying, Charlie?"
He was. It'd started as soon as he'd rushed upstairs and slammed his bedroom door shut. He rarely ever needed to use the stupid lock, and this was the one time he'd discovered that it wasn't easy to click it in place. Hot, frustrated tears had been running down his face by the time he managed it, and his knees had buckled and forced him to sink to the ground. He reached up with both hands to tear at his hair as his mother banged against the door again.
"Fucking really?" Sandra asked, a harsh, sharpened edge to her voice that he'd only ever heard from a distance, muffled by walls and Chris' music. "Even Jay isn't that much of a baby!"
A whimper pulled from Charlie's throat that he tried to muffle with his hand, his breath hitching shortly after. Jay was still outside. He hadn't had the forethought to grab his little brother and drag him upstairs and now he was by himself on the other side of the door. He didn't want to leave him there, but there wasn't any way around his mom. If he opened the door now..
"Charlie!" She barked again, and this time he couldn't hide the way he whined and pulled away from the sound. He heard her scoff. "Just like your fucking father. You need to grow up! Then you'd see he doesn't even give a shit about you!"
He'd be home soon. Had to be. It was almost eight, right? Chris' band practice would be over and then they'd both be home. And Jay would be okay. Charlie sniffled and stared at a place on his carpet, wincing when she hit the door again.
"Wasn't even there the day you were born. You've gotta stop being a baby and clinging onto your daddy's fucking-"
That was a funny story, when his dad told it. Being out at the farm to visit his grandparents, getting the call when a bad storm had hit. His dad always cracked jokes about mishearing things from the doctor through a shitty cell reception. Charlie tried to block out his mom's voice and hid his face in his arms, struggling to breathe underneath a harsh sob. He sort of wished she'd just go away again.
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Love being super grumpy and irritable and not really understanding why because I'm not tired or hungry or anything, but then I finally sit down with nothing around me making noise and am able to finally breathe and it clicks, like oh, I was really overstimulated huh
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