You know what sucks? The fact that because of the second degree I have no chance of getting a job, so I don't earn money and I don't have a bank account, so I can't donate anything to fundraisers (apart from how PLN is a terribly weak currency…)
Now that I have your attention:
So close...
Almost forgot it's today
Feeling old, yet proud 🥲
Sora: So, Master Lloyd, do you have a crush on anyone?
Lloyd: The only crush I have is this crushing anxiety.
No no no. Quickly, Perry or Candace, one of you do the Ryan pose! He was my favorite. Don't leave my boy out 😭
So excited tho. The nostalgia is real strong with this one
Okay, when I start writing my own novel, I'll make the protagonist specifically sex-repulsed, romance-repulsed, we die virgins, no kisses sort of aroace, so people can't find excuses to ship them.
I don't know if this has been said before but I like how the heroes of each new generation of my favorite shows are just some random orange fangirl/boy of the old generation.
Hear me out. Lloyd as a girl dad.
You see my vision?
Cole: Why isn't the statue smirking at me?
Nya: It isn't smirking at anyone, they're all just imagining it.
Cole: Three of us saw it, Nya. How do you explain that?
Nya: *points at Lloyd* Sleep deprivation. *points at Kai* Paranoia. *points at Jay* Delusional Personality Disorder.
One of my favorite headcanons is that in the 5 or so years Lloyd lived alone at the Monastery waiting for the others to return, wondering if they were even still alive, he took turns sleeping in each of their rooms to feel closer to them. Maybe he could still feel their scent in the bedding or he fell asleep cuddling Mr Cuddlywomp.
But he would be super careful to keep everything exactly how they left it, including the soda cans and pizza boxes littering the floor, because he couldn't bring himself to throw away anything that belonged to them.