#Langueage

[youwannadance]

istg this show is making me learn so much about weddings and family relations lol

[mistyyyy]

How about a tall black reader who's father is a na'vi and mother is human causing her to have shading of blue on her arms and feet ( not t like vitiligo) and she has the same nerves sistem of na'vi and is taller than the avatar boys and is a super dom

Thinking about you

Oooh

I have two versions of this, I couldn't decide what to do but I think I made the right choice. The first one was peepee poopoo. sorry for not updating on this page for mooooonths but yall know how I do lol. It’s kinda meeehhhh, I need to ease my way back into smut lol

small blurb.

jake sully X black hybrid Navi reader

⚠️content:size kink, slightly perve jake, sub jake sully, jake m-wording (Tumblr is being very strict abt smut) abt you, HEAVY CHOKING KINK (creamin), embarrassed jake lol, small text

Pandoras sex symbol.

Or at least that's what Jake Sully calls you in his head. You were perfect, everything about you was perfect. The way your brown skin faded into the dark forest blue, the stripes in your body covering your strong limbs from head to toe. You were so fascinating. In a way, you reminded him of Earth, the good parts of it at least. From your human features to the way you wore your camo lioncloth. But what got him the most was your height. You were taller than most, maybe the tallest out of the clan, standing at a confident 9ft with the prettiest tight curly hair that mostly stayed in braids, wooden beads always sporting them. Your eyes were a little smaller than the regular Navi, but they were still that pretty amber he grew to love.

And that voice. Good lord above. He couldnt even count on his 10 didgets how many times he had goosebumps from it. It was deeper than the average womens, and he loved it. Especially when you talked in his ear after you pushed him into the floor by his neck. That with the combination of your strong thighs straddling him between your body. "come on sully, do better." it was a gentle scold, your accent causing his sweaty body to spasm under your heavy body, this movement making you drive him more into the dirt, hot bodies pressing into each other. "you're killing me right now.." he grunts, his hips pulling back into the dirt in hopes to not meet yours. "not yet at least." You pulled back, handing coming back from his neck with a cocky grin. You always won these competitions. Being born and raised here, trained by the RDA soldiers and the local navi before they got sent away. You were born to overpower him, even if he's been on the planet for 15 years.

He could never win against you, not that he wanted to, always ending up below you was his favorite part of the day. Every time the two of you would split up to go home, he didn't waste time pulling his matted braids up in a ponytail and stripping from his straining cloth. Dropping to his knees on his bouncy mat bed to grab the base of his thick cock. Impatient movements, he brought his hand back up to spit in his hand and back down to gently fist his tip. Frantic pumps going up and down his length with a drawn-out groan, head falling back as his free hand ran over the burning flesh of his abs, thick pecs until it found its way up the blue collums of his neck, holding it tight, giving him the light headed feeling you gave him a few times a week.

"fuck..aah shit" he cursed lazily in his native langueage, eyes fighting to stay open as his wet hand grips and twists the dripping head of his dick. Your hand around his thoat, tight even if it was a playful fight, you were so rough with him, always saying he could handle it. Fuck ,I can handle it. He squeezes his throat tighter, the pressure causing him to bite his lip, muffling his whimper as his warm seed squirts onto his fist, dripping down his fingers until it reached his tensed thighs.

Slowly grinding into his hand, letting his high settle, his eyes flutter open and looked down at the mess he's made once he came to a stop. Oh god, she'd kill me.

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[ieatedyourcrayons]

can you write something about how quackity would show his affection to you/love langueage

I got you!! thank you for the request.

No warnings

Quackity’s love language

-For one, I think his biggest love languages are physical touch and quality time.

-He loves spending time with you one on one, add cuddling to that? He’s satisfied lol.

-He loves playing games with you, board games, video games, or even building puzzles.

-You and him definitely have a collection of puzzles you guys have built together and a bigger collection of ones not build yet ..

-He would also enjoy cooking and baking with you. not only can he spend time with you, but he gets food out of it.

- He needs to always have a hand on you somehow, Wether it’s full hand holding or he has his hand on your lower back.

-He gets anxious sometimes and being able to know you’re there eases his mind.

-It also shows others that you’re his, and to not bother trying anything.

-He can’t sleep without cuddling you. After like an hour of him being asleep though he ends up on the other side of the bed with the covers halfway on the floor..

-Movie nights with cuddles is his ideal at home date.

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it’s a short one, might add more !

[coe-olivier]

PART II Because @whimsimarion wanted it fast hahaha

VI. Asterix and the Big Fight - Roman Messenger and blonde guy This Roman is definitely on my "hear me out" list. Quite good looking and I like his proud body type. Also look at this pose on a horse, he seems cool haha About random blonde guy from Cassius Ceramix's village - I feel golden retriver energy from this fella and he has nice clothes tho

VII. Asterix in Britain - Captain of the Roman galley Love the fact that he looked so proud and after got beaten he act silly hahah Original design too! Demure but still nice

VIII. Asterix and the Goths - Goths' General Angry, skinny guy who rules over a bunch of strong barbarians? HELL YEAH!! I would let this man scream at me in his Gothic font langueage BHAHAHHAHAH

IX. Asterix and the Normans - Centurion and Olaf Timandahaf Old but hot. Short but powerful. ✨ CENTURION ✨ Olaf have one of the nicest design, so pleasure for eyes and so unique. Especially his helmet, long horns and feathers look awesome! I'm in love in his stupid, happy face in the end of the comic

Thanks for reading my yapping again! 🫶

[naturalselection09]

introducing myself ehehheeheh

block don’t report pls

erm…haiiii. my name is violet and uhm here’s a few things about myself

i’m interested in true crime. like a lot. religiously. i’m planing on becoming a criminologist so that’s quite logical innit? ><

im communistic. yeah u heard it right. prolly because my country was in ussr before so that’s pretty self explanatory

my favorite book is ,it’s kind of a funny story’ by ned vizini. go read that book. or watch a movie. both are great eheheh.

also my favorite book is communistic manifesto by karl marx.

i read a lot so there’s never just one book that i liek in particular. they’re all great :3

my favorite movie is called ,brother’ it’s like a russian movie about russian gangsters in the 90s. i feel like tcc people would love it.

on my daily basis i usually daydream,read,sleep, think of different ways to kms, watch movies, and play minecraft :3

bands i listen to: kmfdm, rammstein, icp, gojira,kino, molchat doma, MSI, mastodon, sektor gaza,hole, bikini kill, six feet under, cannibal corpse, scorpions,valentin strykalo, STUTTER,blur, misfits, la dispute,SOAD,candlemass,syphilic,weezer, the cure, the doors, radiohead, psychonaut 4 (my faves atm) and much more :3

i play piano, guitar and bass. know a little bit of drums and violin

i know russian, english and georgian. lowkey wanna learn polish

if you don’t agree with something i wrote down here just remember that it’s your opinion and i won’t even listen to it sorry not sorry

englaish is not my langueage so sowwy in advance)))

love y’all

(this is walter white by the way say hi to him)

[possessable]

once i learn enough of whatever langueage im learning to translate songs its OVER !! !!

[piranhagaming]

YIKES YOU USE GEN ALPHA SLANG????

get it away from me bro…

YOURE NOT SIGMA ENOUGH TO UNDERSTAND US SKIBIDI- LANGUEAGE- LA- LANGUASER LANG- YOU GET WHAT IM SAYING

[zuble]

having what i call an autism flare up, not sure if that’s like. even remotely an ok thing to say but it’s how i can describe it. where my autism symptoms are even bigger than usual. typing is harder and i keep pressing the wrong letters on the phone keyboard, and i can’t put my thoughts in the right order that i know other people can fully understand. it feels like the words in my head are slurring together like my inner voice is drunk. it feels like i’m not speaking the right language but i don’t have a right languuhge. langueag. fucking. language. not even backspacing that. i don’t feel tired but the communicating part of ky brain is tired.

[twilightarcade]

langueage fucking sucks I think I said naur like once in front of my sister and now that's all she'll say. That's capnips word.

[red-viewe]

Wait just wanna know what's Viette's love language?

For Kacy her love language is definitely physical touch and quality time

RIIWUAUSHHAHW

VIETTEZ LOVE LANGUEAGE IS QUALITY TIME AND PHYSICAL TOCUH TOOOOOOOOOOOOO

[justatotallyneurotypicalgal]

TARWILLS ARE SO INTERETSING I LOVE THEM!!! I LOVE HOW LIKE... THEY ARE AND HOW THEY WORK YKNWO?? LIKE I FOUND OUT A COUPLE MONTHS AGO THEY CAN CHANGE THEIR MASK SHAPES AND SHIT LIKE THAT AND IM LIKE

"WOWOWO WHAT!!!!!" AND IM SO LIKE INTERESTED IN THEIR LORE!!! AND I WANNA KNOW MORW!! LIKE WHAT WAS THEIR SOCIETY LIKE? HOW WAS THEIR WORLD LIKE? THEIR LANGUAGE, DID THEY HAVE SCHOOLS THERE??? AND ALSO WHAT WOULD THEIR LANGUEAGE EVEN BE CALLED?? WOULD IT BE TARWILLISH??? TARISH?? WILLISH??? IDFK. BUT I NEED ANSWEERS!!!!

I also wonder if they had like.. history? i guess? and maybe if they had some sort of Hierarchy?? like kings and queens? cause i know they had a leader who was like a big tarwill.. but is there a tarwill queen? and i also wonder about how tarwills with the 4 arm mutation were treated. now hear me out, theres 2 scenarios, so first one, 4 armed tarwills were alienated by other tarwills. they were seen as abnormal, OR hear me out, 4 armed tarwills were treated like royalty, now imagine if their leader, the giant tarwill, had 4 arms, anyone with 4 arms would automatically be seen as greater than others, since its so rare for that to happen!!

also i had a really cute idea cause like i made a furry design for viktor right and uh i was like omg how would his tarwill version look, since the tarwills are so important, so i made up a silly idea..

i genuinly love furries and i think that this lil thingy is so adorbales RAHH, viktor is like the most silliest lil thingy ever i love him and the tarwils so much theyre so SIJBDFISJAIOHUIGUHA anyways thats my silly rant over :3

[gender-mailman]

[ too late 1 wrote too long about how a deaf creature created the langueage symbols 😎 ]

[ now 1 am drawing what 1 need to ]

:000000 cool

[rollercoaster59]

8 brooms, skepievpkese.... what langueage

[neekrobite]

i bet goat simulator would have a sickass arg that they'd do if they made a new dlc and that'd have an acturate translation between all langueages, and then in the end it just leads to a message that says baahhh

[hermioneismyrealname]

This is just what I want to happen in zomvivor. Very focused on Net and James.

Hope To Survive

Word count: 2451

Chapters: 1/1

Characters: Net Siraphop Manithikhun, James Supamongkon Wongwisut, Boss Chaikamon Sermsongwittaya, Park Parnupat Anomakiti, zombies

Rating: not rated.

Langueage: English

Hope To Survive

When James finally reaches the places where they knew to meet. He was happy. He was going to see his Phi again. They had made it. Just one more door.

Then his hope shatters. He opens the door and a group of white shirts are fighting with each other. They have a zombie with them. Everyone sees the door open, including the zombie. It changes its plan of attack and heads straight for James at the door. James and Boss are ready.

That squelch was sickening. Everyone stood in horror as Net tried to stop the zombie on his, chasing after it but it turned around and went for the single target. James saw how his Phi lifted his arm to protect himself and resulted in that sound that James wasn’t sure he would be able to forget.

But the zombie held on, biting deeper, there was no way out of this. James reacted before anyone else, before it got worse. He grabbed Boss’s bat and swung. The zombie fell to the floor and with it, so did Net but he was out of the jaws now. James hovered over some former students’ head and decapitated the rotting face from its bloody neck. He kept the shovel with him and threw the bat back at Boss.

His hope convulses through him, draining out of him and breaking him. He can feel it shatter within him. His hope, the whole reason he fought so hard to get to this level was because his phi was be waiting for him. James made him wait too long because now his hope was on the floor.

“Phi!” he runs only to be pushed back by someone he can’t be bothered to recognize. They pin Net’s limbs to the floor now. His eyes are on the one who’s been waiting for all this time. James looks nowhere else.

“Stay away.” Net gasps. He is telling James to stay away and yet, his arm goes up and his palm is open. An invitation that James should reject, fight to stay away.

James reaches for him. He wants to be near him and finally touch him. It was his fault they separated. He was the reason his Phi was left alone. Was he the reason they stayed here and risked getting bitten?

Was he the reason Net was turning into something neither of them could imagine a few hours ago?

That fight they had, was Net so desperate to make amends that he made the wrong choice instead. James cursed him anyway. He should have ran away. He should have saved himself. He should have done everything to make sure that they see each other again. But not like this.

Not when he was moments away into becoming something James had been running from and killing all day. Would he have to run away from Net his entire life?

There was no announcement. Not a sound came from any of their phones. Batteries were dead, except for a couple that were turned off to save power. Only one was on. It was Park’s. Turn one on, when one ran out. That way they would have more time. The government would have done something by know if they could, right? How many more minutes did Net have before he would attack James, the person he swore years ago to protect.

He fought whoever was holding him down. James knew he shouldn’t get closer but the tears were blinding him, the only thing that gave any indication to James that it was his Phi was his strangled voice, begging him to stay away. Others were holding him down, not knowing what else to do.

James knew what he had to do. He had already done for someone else. Someone he didn’t even know and yet in her final moments she thanked him. He knew Net would do the same but he didn’t know if he could. He still had that shovel, still coated in infected blood. The student had been using it the entire time to protect himself, to make him realize that he can get to his Phi and help him.

There was only one thing James could help him with now. To repay for all the kindness, the sincerity, and the acceptance he was able to feel with his arm intertwined with Net’s. For the entire time, they held hands and laced fingers when he cried. He wouldn’t be able to feel that warmth anymore. James was hoping for a reunion hug at least, even if the last words he had said to the other were ‘I hope I never see you again.’

What cruel words. Even if this zombie apocalypse didn’t happen, even if it was supposed to be the simple last few days for the seniors, James should have never said to him. Even if Net was graduating and carrying on with his life. He thought if it was either of them, he thought it would be James to leave the duo, so he made that move. James was the one to make the decision to leave him and whatever they had before whatever future they became together would only hurt him. It wasn’t fair that it took Net so long to finally pay attention to his nong. It wasn’t fair that they only spent 4 years together when he could have had Net all his life and yet James was calling the world cruel when he had good cards and played the wrong hand.

He kneeled down and when the tears gave way to what little light was left in this room, he saw that Net was crying too.

Net was shaking his head. “Don’t come closer.” He said.

But James knew Net better than to trust his words. His body called out to him, but that could be blamed on the bite on his arm. The once beautiful veins that graced those arms that once held James so tight and safe were now turning a sickly green. It was spreading but it hadn’t reached his eyes yet. Those dark, deep black chasms of affection, love and fear. They were pleading him to go and be safe and yet James saw guilt.

James knew that Net wanted to stay with him. He knelt dangerously close, the convulsing was beginning to overtake him. To prevent Net from doing somehting he will regret in his last moment, James, gently nudged the girl away and knelt on his shoulder, pinning him in place and tugged his strewn hair back. It must have hurt but James had to show how much he loved his Phi.

Knowing that there was no way that Net’s lips could touch him, he leaned forward and Net’s eyes began to overflow. James filled the kiss, he placed on his forehead, full of love and affection he was always too shy to return in public. It was one of the many things Net wanted to do, be openly affectionate and show amazing James was but respected that James would rather do that on his own. In private they would hold hands and kiss each other. Surrounded by people trying to survive, he allowed himself one moment knowing it would be his last chance to tell him.

“I love you, phi.” James’s voice breaks. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. There was never a time that he wished to kiss those lips that had always given affirmation he needed. Those words of protection that Net promised to fulfil.

“I love you. I love you, phi. I’m sorry I said all that. I love you. There is nothing more than I want now is to have more years with you. I should have told you when you told me. I loved you then. I love you now. Damn you phi. I’m going to love you even if you try and hurt me or bite me. Even now, I love you even if you cannot say it back.”

James knows he shouldn’t be this emotional, not when everyone’s lives are at stake. But his Phi deserves to know.

Net is fighting. He wills his tears to go away so that he can see James clearer.

“Pocket.” He groans. “My pocket. For you.”

The man Net loves goes still and wide eyed. James undoes the safety pin that kept the contents of his formerly white shirt pocket safe from falling out. He pulls out an open black face mask packet. It’s empty and washed out. Well-kept too. It was the first face mask they had bought for each other.

“Inside. Wanted to gift—" He coughs blood tainted with streaks of green and black. James doesn’t see it.

Instead, he sees the rings. Two identical rings. A silver band intertwined with a gold band. One for each of them. Quickly, he slides Net’s signet ring off and puts on one of the rings in the packet, the bigger one. James wears his signet ring on the other hand as to not lose it, to keep it. James slides the matching ring on his finger, he doesn’t dwell on how he tries the ring finger first or how it’s a perfect size and shows it to Net. His eyes are turning white.

“Yes, phi. Yes.” James doesn’t know what he’s saying yes to but whatever Net’s question was, it would have been a yes.

Net is smiling but its soft now. The convulsions are almost none existent. The calm before the storm. Net’s final moment of sobriety. His hand is free and goes to James’s cheek, he caresses softly as he has always done for his nong. James kisses the inside of his palm. The last warmth he feels before it goes numb was the tears and the softness of his lips that he never got to truly taste. Finally, he knows he loved by his darling.

“We paid our rights together before, na. Don’t worry. I love you always my beautiful tee rak.”

James made sure he hovered over those eyes for as long as they remained brown. He smiles and clings onto those words. He didn’t hear the screams. The groans, the zombie calls outside the glass that was close to collapsing. He didn’t hear anything, not even the protest from the phi he barely recognized. He had one final thing to do.

With the shovel, James stood, towering over him, resting the sharp point on his throat.

James took a final breath and Net closed his eyes with a smile.

The zombie’s free hand flew to the nearest flesh it remembered existed; James’s ankle, but it fell motionless on the floor before it had time to draw blood.

Some creature’s blood now graces it tainted presence on the floor and on James’s shovel. He didn’t waste anymore time. He took advantage of everyone’s shock and pulled rank on them. Everyone ran to the door they came from and James was the last one to the staircase. He didn’t look back and locked the solid door behind him. There was nothing there for him to want to see. He had Net in his memories already and rings to keep safe.

Net lived and died in this life, only managing a life full love for a split second before he returned to the cruel truth that everyone leaves in one way or another. It was time for James to stand up on his own and prove it to himself and to his phi, even if his phi could no longer watch or be at his side. They had felt they had been reborn and met again from their previous life. If so, then they had done their duty to meet again. Their souls would call out to each other and they would find each other again regardless of a different world, time or place. Until then, James had his own life to live and this time, instead of being locked under Net’s arm, he would carry the man he loved around his neck, as close to his soul to remind who he would look for in the next life.

They found the warehouse. A bunch of students had managed to find a place untouched by the hoard of zombie with food, water, and electricity. From scrambling to survive, they managed to save themselves.

The government had deployed troops to schools to save any survivors. The country needed its hope after this catastrophe. The students found a way to keep the warehouse safe from the zombies. They were also armed to the teeth. It was jarring to see a group of teens gravely well equipped to handle themselves. They engineered a way to get the government to this warehouse by intercepting their radio waves in a sound proof box they made from gym mattresses. They had been trying for 3 days with no luck they said.

Soon, life meant staying in a camp heavily protected and monitored by the government. The students who were rescued were interviewed more heavily than other survivors. They had found one school with scattered students, hidden away scarred with only an inch of life left in them. But this group was organized.

So much so that the general took one look at the footage from the body camera and said they would have managed another week even if help didn’t come. They all looked ready to kill even if it was a familiar face. The army was scared of course, but they used them instead. Older people had to listen to high school students on what they learnt and observed from this virus, they were the only ones who seemed capable of talking about it without breaking down so easily.

But every single testimony, every single high school student from that group always had a hand to hold or a person to look for to get them through it. From the government information they still had access to, he was not the oldest. Not the smartest either. No record of positions in leadership or outstanding extra-curricular achievement. This taller but skinnier than most boy was rather a man that held the group together.

James became a man who wore two rings next to his dog tags that broke down when he found out the government had a cure this entire time. A cure that could have been administered even 10 minutes after infection and saved the person. He fell to his knees and cries his heart out for the first time since that shovel went through flesh and hit concrete. His lungs gave out and yet his soul never stopped calling out for the one he loved.

They could have made another survivor and lived…

[makebritaingreatagain]

In English, the word left comes from the Anglo-Saxon lyft, meaning “weak” or “worthless.” The left hand of most right-handed people is in fact weaker than the right, but the original word also implied lack of moral strength. ...the Anglo-Saxon word for right, reht (or riht), meant “straight” or “just.” From reht and its Latin cognate, rectus, we derived our words “correct” and “rectitude.”

Drawing on the Right Side of the Brain: A Course in Enhancing Creativity and Artistic Confidence: definitive 4th edition by Betty Edwards