This Has To Be One Of The Most Subdued (if Not The Most Subdued) Post-first Grand Prix Win Radios I’ve

this blog is pro-choice!

if you have a problem with that, please unfollow me, block me, and go fuck yourselves.

Fucking pains me when i go outside and see homeless ppl and like, not only they dont have a home for themselves but like they feel the need to explain themselves and be like "please i wont use the money for booze"

I'm like, i dont care, ive been homeless too, i know how it is, and i got no business being like "oh yeah i will help you but only if i agree with how you use the money i gave you"

I hate, hate, hate living in a society where the ruling class has deemed normal to have people sleeping and dying outside and made them feel less than human to the point they have to justify themselves

So I guess I’m drawn to fictional characters who are bisexual with brown hair and pretty eyes? You’re telling me I have a type?

Natasha: What is love?

Tony: An emotional minefield.

Bruce: A neurochemical reaction.

Clint: Baby don't hurt me.

STOP I'LL CRY 🥹🥹

This is who he is.

oh to have someone like him 🫶🏻

Can I request the sullys taking metkayina reader to their home and she’s attracting a lot of omaticaya men and neteyam becomes really jealous and possessive please <33?

Enough Staring

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i’m jk pls don’t leave. I LOVE this idea, i can just imagine neteyam being all huffy and puffy about it 😭

characters: neteyam x metkayina! reader

ratings: SFW , jealous neteyam

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He was pissed. It’s like they’ve never seen a Na’vi before. Well to be frank, you were an ocean Na’vi, so all these forest folk were in awe at home big, round and blue your eyes were, the different striping on your face, your beautiful proportions that were evolved to work the best in the ocean. At this point, Neteyam was admiring you too. He and his family returned to the village to grab a few extras of their belongings, ones they forget and left behind. You were demanding to come, never wanting to depart from your mate Neteyam.

He was so happy for you to join, as you seemed to be so enthralled and entranced by the beauty of the forest, while others were entranced in the beauty of you. Groups of Omaticaya men circled you, bowing their heads in respect to seeing you, and allowing them to come forth. You enhance in conversation, noticing the vastly different dialects more clearly now, but it was manageable. They reached out to touch your hair, the texture being lightly different and kinky compared to forest people. Neteyam was digging his fingers into the tree beside him, sucking his teeth as he saw you adored by all the Omaticaya men and women. Lo’ak walked by with his extra belongings, following his parents before he stopped next to Neteyam, “This is why I didn’t bring Tsireya.” He said smugly while his brother shoved him away with a tsk.

Neteyam couldn’t stand it anymore; seeing you laugh obliviously while they all gawked at you and your body. He stomped over, towering from behind you. He wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you back gently while leaning downs lightly to speak to you. “Come, we’re going back.” He said grimly while staring down the Omaticaya men in front of you. You again, obliviously held onto his arm, turning around to face him. “Already? The forest is very beautiful. Though I’m sad theres not much water..” You happily walked past him. heading back to his Ikran with a positive attitude, while he scolded the Na’vi from earlier, and out of respect the apologized quickly. Neteyam allowed you to get on the Ikran first, hopping on right behind you. He used his hand to press your back to his chest, burying his face in your neck protectively.

“They were gawking at you. It pissed me off.” He said. his accent becoming more distinct with his upset tone. Neteyams Ikran took off, flapping away to the islands again.

“You were jealous? You know I am your mate for life, Ma’neteyam.” You said, a smirk playing onto your face. He sighed, “Not jealous..it was enough staring as is.” He says trying to brush off the accusation to save his ego.

He was cute when he was mad.

CALL ME CHRONICALLY ONLINE but i shed a tear or two