“You're so pretty it hurts...”
Jeytiri
Just more Jake and neytiri because they're the best couple ever!!
They love eachother so much, i love them so much, they deserve peace.
can we take a second to appreciate this stunning mama and the way this artist captured her beauty so well?? i’m in love.
( artwork by okiran9 on deviantart <3 )
saw this on twitter and wanted to save it here
Neteyam nuzzled closer into his mother’s chest, and Neytiri felt her heart melt beneath his little head.
She could feel the baby’s sleepy contentment flow through their connected queues. A child’s first tsaheylu was always with his mother, naturally, as it provided comfort and bonding between both parties as they recovered from the birth, as well as attuning the mother to her baby’s needs. Neytiri had already bonded with her son several times since his birth just over two weeks before, and she felt utterly confident that the tiny little boy was perfect inside and out.
Not long ago Jake had gotten a chance to bond with Neteyam as well, and Neytiri would never forget the tears that pooled in the mighty warrior’s wide golden eyes as he got his first peek into their newborn’s soul, so fresh and innocent. She would treasure that tender look forever, she was certain.
Neytiri hummed a soft melody as she reached up with one hand to gently stroke her son’s sparse hair. As exhausting as the birth and ongoing recovery had been, as much as she missed having a regular sleep schedule (and boy did she miss it, she thought with a repressed yawn), she would do it all again in a heartbeat, make all those sacrifices and more….for him.
The rustle of leaves and light creak of the wicker floor caught Neytiri’s attention. She opened her eyes to see her mate approaching, fresh off organizing clan activities. He knelt down next to his little family, placing a gentle hand over Neytiri’s, which had moved down to Neteyam’s back.
“Hi, baby,” he cooed softly, “how are you?”
The corners of Neytiri’s lips crept upward. “Do you mean me, or Neteyam?”
Jake grinned, biting back a chuckle. “Both. Any. Either. All.”
Neytiri grinned back, carefully shifting her weight to lean on her husband’s shoulder without disturbing the baby.
“We’re both doing very well, thanks to you,” she assured, feeling her heart warm again as Jake glanced away shyly, a subtle blush tinging his cheeks. “I try,” he said lighly.
“You are doing very well,” Neytiri insisted genuinely. “I could not have wished for a better mate, nor Neteyam a better father.” She glanced down at the little baby in her arms, who was stirring slightly, before continuing.
“He recognizes you, you know. I can See it through tsaheylu. He knows that you are his father and you love him, and he feels safe with you, just as I do.”
As she spoke, Neteyam shifted fully, turning his little head to look at his father through a few slow, sleepy blinks and letting out a tiny mewling sound.
“Srane,” cooed Neytiri, lovingly stroking her son’s back with her thumb. “Srane, lu tsapo sempu ngey. Fìtxan poru yawne lu nga.”
Jake felt a mild jolt of surprise at these words. His Na’vi had improved greatly over the past year, but it wasn’t often that he understood a sentence without even thinking about it. This time he did, though:
Yes, yes, that’s your dad. He loves you so much.
Overcome with a surge of affection and devotion, Jake leaned into his little family, wrapping his spare arm around his wife and pulling her closer.
Neytiri didn’t object. She knew that Grace’s baby would be joining them soon, very soon, and she planned to welcome the new little one with open arms—she and Jake had already decided months ago to adopt the child once she was born, to raise her alongside their own little Neteyam…it was only fair to their dear late friend, and they were happy to do it.
But for now, Neytiri relished this quiet moment, just herself, her mate, and their beautiful little boy, with only one thought repeatedly cycling through her heart and mind.
Lu fì’u fyole. This is perfect.
listen. l i s t e n. listen. kudos does not equal quality. popularity does not equal quality. i have read some “fandom classics” that i could barely fathom how boring or terrible i - personally - found them, and i have stumbled across some absolute gems that didn’t even break 100 kudos.
what is good doesn’t always get the recognition it deserves. it’s sad, but true. just because you haven’t - or possibly never take - off in fandom doesn’t mean your work isn’t astounding and beautiful, it doesn’t mean you should stop writing; it just means that a very select corner of the internet missed the diamond in the rough.
fanfiction is flooded with content, there are so many of us out there producing it these days, and having a fic that takes off is almost as much about luck as it is about talent. never let a few artificial numbers on the internet dictate to you what is and isn’t worthy writing.
additionally, you don’t have to read or enjoy fics just bcs they’re big. i cannot count the amount of times i’ve read the first paragraph of something fandom adores and immediatly exited out of it.
just… do what makes you happy. write what you wanna write, read what you wanna read. understand that while we all want recognition - and some deserve it more than others - we did not get into fanfiction for that recognition.
recognition is good, but sometimes we get all tangled up chasing it and stop enjoying writing and reading and fandom as a whole along the way. be careful of that, please, or you’ll burn yourself out.
This 👆🏻
This made me sad but happy… I needed it…
Reblog if reading someone else’s fanfiction has helped you get through a hard day
constantly devastated by the world we lost due to aids
The battles that rose out of the AIDs epidemic were access to marriage and military service. When once the Queer community was focused on creating the best art and living lives worth telling stories about, the 1990's brought on a new goal: How to best fit in. As the brilliant Fran Bebowitz has said many times, the first people who died of AIDS were the interesting ones. The artists. There's a reason that arts became Ghostbusters and Cats in the 1990s. Because all of the really talented artists were dying. The rule-breakers. The ones who weren't afraid to shake things up. And the audience died with them. "Now we don't have any kind of discerning audience. When that audience died- and that audience died in five minutes. Literally people didn't die faster in war. And it allowed of course, like the second, third, fourth tier to rise up to the front. Because of course, the first people who died of AIDS were the people who… I don't know how top put this… got laid a lot. OK. Now imagine who didn't get AIDS. That's who was then lauded as like - the great artists." - Fran Lebowitz So many of the gays left alive once the Clinton Administration came into being were, to be frank, the boring ones. Gays who knew nobody and who nobody knew, and they rose to the top of the community and therefore their priorities rose to the top of the community as well. And what did they want? Apparently, they wanted to join the army and have big gay weddings. General employment non-discrimination wasn't all that important to them. Making sexuality and gender identity a protected class, along with sex, race, and religion, wasn't that important to them. They wanted marriage and military. Because they were the good gays. Not the naughty gays who were sleeping around and dying of AIDS. Not the poor gays who couldn't make political contributions. They were the gays with families and commitment ceremonies and office jobs and houses. They were the good ones. The ones who would look fantastic and incredibily marketable when they were interviewed by CNN. They were the gays who straight people would look at and say to themselves: "Maybe they're not so bad after all. I still don't want my kid to be gay. But maybe it's okay if Bob and Henry got married." The gay rights movement shifted from 'Accept us for who we are' to 'We'll be whatever you want us to be if you accept us.' And it's kind of remained that way over the last thirty years. We've been trained to be offended by queers who step too far out of the mainstream. Plenty, and I mean plenty, of gays online were on edge when Billy Porter started showing up to awards shows in dresses. Lots, and I mean lots, of gays were unnerved and worried when trans people started coming out of their own closets. Some going so far as to disavow the T from LGBT because they were worried people who don't like trans people would lop in the gay men and women in with them. Who needs community when you've already got your house in the suburbs, right?
I haven't seen dancing pumpkin guy ONCE this year, are you guys okay?
FINE! I'll do it myself
Why did 12 people reblog this today??? IT IS ONLY AUGUST!!!
According to this site, August 1 is the first day of Halloween.
The Sully family picture without that disgusting ass camera flash.
Why does everyone hate the flash 😭 I LOVE IT!!! My little blue cat people <3
Neytiri on her Ikran (Avatar the Way Of Water 2022)
Real talk why does social interaction feel like you’re trying to get a good grade in being a person
Ahhh, glad to see it always comes back to this
about fucking time
Reblog to give the prev person some dopamine.
Sigil of Dopamine
like literally society can’t even handle women’s COVERED nipples. i hate bras and generally do just say fuck it but there’s always the fear of people hiving me shit for my nipples poking through my shirt, especially being sexually harassed about it. but with men it’s not an issue! they don’t have to stress so fucking much about their tits! i hate it here i want to throw up and die. bring back tge free the nipple movement right now
