“ I Was Trained In Their Ways. Their Technology. Their Weapons…

being abnormal about that old man is an olympic sport. and brother im bringing home the gold

Interviewer : Mr. Dynamight, Mr Dynamight, why do you call your wife honey bun?

Bakugou: Cause her pussy is extra sticky when I eat it. Next question.

They're on a rollercoaster 🎢

Gosh someone is out here trying to crush malewife dreams😔😔

Jz jo

I can't even spell my last name

“your full name without an E,F,R,S,K,I,M,L,C,A,Y,N”

Hh

My Eywa

Slightly post Avatar (2009)

Jake Sully x reader x Neytiri (all one sided love though)

In which Jake prays to the great mother above that he'll be able to have this second chance of life with yo by his and Neytiri's life. Slight angst but nothing too gut wrenching.

Jake felt his heart pound in his chest as he flew above the forest. His eyes frantically looked for you as he looked through the mass of the clan that swarmed around him. He passed by as those hurt were rushed to the healers asking where you were, but no one knew. 

You ended up missing in action during the battle. All he remembered was your frantic whispers as you attempted to hold down the Home Tree founded in place of the torn down one and protect any of the RDA who attempted to swarm the women and children kept there. You whispered to him frantically. A small group was here attempting to claim hostages. 

It was supposed to be an easy shot. You aimed the bow to the best of your ability, and just as you opened fire they did as well. You made it, but not without being struck in the side. He found Neytiri with one of the healers by her side. And he hated the look that was in her eyes as soon as they met him. “She is here” 

And he ran to drop by your side. The healer was mumbling to herself in na’vi pressing a cloth into the wound then grabbed your own hand to press into it. Your glassy eyes met Jakes and that wry smile he grew to love appeared. “Well, well. He is real..” your gaze drifted to Neytiri “Toruk Makto. Always knew you had it in you Sully..” 

He loved hearing you call out to him. Loved it when he’d come into the lab watching those big brown eyes analyze some rare flower or on the rare occasion you ventured out into the forest in your avatar, how you’d pick the flowers whispering to Eywa your thanks. 

He remembered a moment where you weren’t the mad scientist hidden behind those clear glasses and lab coat. The one with bright pens, surrounded by papers some stained with coffee stains. How you fit so perfectly among the people.

The three of you sat atop one of the floating mountains in the beauty of the night. Jake’s eyes watched as you and Neytiri giggled together while you braid your newfound flowers into her hair. The two of you whisper back and forth in Na'vi, and in moments like this he felt even more motivated to get down to the Na’vi language.

Because when you both spoke it, it was more beautiful than any language Earth had to offer. 

Your eyes landed on the smiling marine, and you pouted your lip out. In that moment Jake immediately knew you wanted something. It was the same pout you’d given him when you wanted to steal something out the canteen or for him to fly you both to the floating mountains. 

“Let me braid your hair please.”

“You can without the flowers.”

“Jake please” you elongated the please poking out your bottom lip even more making it quiver. He huffed and playfully rolled his eyes and moved himself forward. “Nothing too crazy.” And you happily squeaked and knelt behind Jake who felt his skin flush as he felt you press gently behind him and run your fingers down his hair. 

It felt too intimate right now, how Neytiri watched the both of you. How you tenderly and carefully braided Jake’s hair and intertwined the flowers. The bioluminescence of the forests was as though Eywa herself was trying to set a romantic setting. 

And as he knelt beside you Jake made a vow that day and would keep it. That he would never ever allow you to fall into harm's way. That he’d never ever want to be the cause of the pain that was sitting in the crinkles of your forehead or the fast beating in your chest that thudded against his hand.  

“I see you both.” Your chest rose and fell so quickly as your hand continued to press the cloth into your wound. Jake had to think quickly. It was a long way to the RDA which was surely trashed and he didn’t think no matter how fast he flew you wouldn’t make it.

Unless, and he felt bad asking this. Because he planned to ask you after this war was done. And though it was, he never planned for this to happen. “Your avatar, where is it?”

“Here, it’s safe, but Jake I don’t think.”

“Don’t. Neytiri get Mo’at and the clan gathered at the tree of souls. Her body bring it to the tree as well..”

Time seemed to fade in and out to you, beside you watched as those you called brothers and sisters ride by. But what remained was the fire in your shoulder and the worrying gaze of Jake as he held you much like a babe atop a pa’li that seemed to ride like the speed of light.

”I need your eyes open baby, tell me about uh those flowers you found the other day! The ones in my hair now.” Your eyes crinkled as you caught one of his flying braids running a bloody thumb over it. 

“I need to redo them..wilting.” You pouted letting it slip and curling more into his body. He was so warm, you could take such a nice nap right now. You felt boneless enough and with his warmth that was more than enough for you. You just wanted to take a quick nap. Like the ones you’d take in a grassy meadow. 

“ ‘m sleepy Jake” you grumbled, feeling your eyes shut. And Jake pulled you closer just enough so that the movement could jostle you and keep your eyes open.  

“I know baby, but you gotta stay up. What are you gonna do next to my hair? I’ll let you do anything!”

“Beads…” you gave him a sleepy smile “the girls and I found these beautiful glass ones…pretty on you and Tiri. But I like the thread. Probably keep both.”

“I bet they will baby you gotta show me.” What was dripping? You touched your face and rubbed them together. The dripping didn’t end. Jake, he’s crying. Why? 

Your hand reached up to cup his cheek. “You’ll smudge it, makes you look like…like a true warrior, a leader.” Finally he made it and Mo’at stood at the tree gathering as many of the clan that were not touched or harmed by the war. Jake stopped the pa’li and with you tight in his grasp rushed to the tree setting you down as gently as possible for Neytiri to tend to. She whispered her apologies and removed your clothes as gently as possible. She cupped your face gazing down into your eyes, praying to the Great Mother this would not be the last she’d see them and allowed her mother to take her place crouched beside you. 

“I see you..Mo’at” you slurred the older Na’vi returned your sentiments laying you gently onto your side. 

“We must begin now.” Neytiri quickly nodded 

You could feel the pulsing and the chants of the elder woman mixed with the people. Your eyes remained on Jake, watching how fuzzy he was. His lips were moving as well, you wondered if he’d tell you what he was saying. Neytiri moved frantically. She was praying. Hoping that the great mother would bring you back. As the vines connected to your body that horrid lightness returned to your body making your breath pick up, and Jake could see the panic in your eyes and reached forward holding your hand in his.

“You’ll be fine, I promise.”And once you felt it seep to your neck it went white. Then silence. The thumping washed away and took the pain with it. You could feel her. You stood bare amidst her. She was so beautiful. 

“It is not your time, my child.” 

Your eyes looked for her, but she was around, and all you could do was bow your head,“thank you Great Mother.”

A warm hand on your chin tired your gaze up, like your mother did when you thought you would bomb your thesis defense. It was loving and kind. “There is love in you, so many need it. It is so pure, so big. Do not allow it to hide my child. Love entirely and completely.” What flashed before your eyes was beautiful. Moments to come, pain that has passed. There was so much you would do, could do. 

Jake watched on with baited breath as he clutched your human hand that slowly went limp then fell to the moss. The light seeds of the tree of life settled upon your human body fluttering to cluster on your avatar which Neytiri moved herself towards. Her hand cupped your cheek as she leaned forward pressing her forehead to your own. 

The flutter of your eyes caused her to jerk back.Then you shot up gasping for breath. Everything was much brighter. So much sharper and your ears twitched among every sound and yip and cheer.. Your arms immediately flew to grasp the Na’vi woman who held you tight letting out her own gasps. 

“She’s real..she…” you babbled on as she caressed the back of your head. You were alive, you had another chance of life. A better one. She let you see it. You were sitting in a crystal clear reef. Four little girls swam in the water chasing after creatures in the water. And down a ways you spotted Jake who held the arms of a young Na’vi boy who looked so similar to him and Neytiri. Your hands held your stomach which was heavy. 

You saw a beautiful family. Held together their love just surrounding you. Your sons and daughters. And Neytiri and Jake. You saw the love that was to come. Saw nights where you playfully chased one another in the illuminated night. 

And it was all just so beautiful. But you couldn’t bring yourself to say it. So you just breathed out thanks that mixed with Neytiri’s to the Mother. You thanked her for waking you up. Thanked her for a second chance. Thanked her for the love that was to come, that already is.  And as you silently sobbed  into Neytiri’s shoulder Jake pressed his head to the side of your head. “I know.” He whispered, placing his hands atop Neytiri’s that cradled your head. “Thank you, my Eywa.”

Dream's subtle, sarcastic smiles throughout this episode are great. He finds their passive aggressiveness quite amusing.

And finally, this.

"Of course they change into the fancy shiny leather battle gear. They'd never pass up on that opportunity."

Louise Glück, from "Persephone the Wanderer", Averno

Oscar looks at people way too intently, my autism could never handle him.

Dude's out here with the full-blown eye contact like it's a damn competition.

Not even a GLANCE away.. holy cow.