#babygirl jake sully

[fl3shm4id3n]

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[jakexneytiri]

happy birthday jake sully <3

[rosyjn]

IM GENUINELY FREAKING THE FUCK OUT RIGHT NOW! OH MY FUCKING GOD! I SCREEN RECORDED THESE MYSELF BTW✋

OH MY FUCKING GOD SAMS SO HOT

SRRY THEYRE SO BLURRY

[chenjie-ev]

Babygirl

[neteyamm]

untitled bc yeah

pairing jake sully x na’vi!reader (female coded)

warning(s) nsfw, minors dni, oral, kinda na’vi heat?

author note this was literally going to be in a fanfic i was writing, but then, i like scrapped it and wrote this in thirty minutes. lol, is kitty offensive? jake’s great great great grandparents x20 was gen z. think on that. this is actually like crack? like crack wit smut? idk. enjoy i guess. jake’s pussy whipped, sooo. lol accidental third person? well, its third person limited, bc it’s jake pov? that happened accidentally tho. soz <33 unedited … yeah <33 my descriptions are actually shit and i think i gave jake adhd? lowercase very much not intended. i spent too much words on fucking silk. that had no reason being there :) it was fun tho. somehow past tense but not? idk not edited so yeah. enjoy again ig.

that small area, filled with overgrown trees, bushes and plants, lush greens and illuminating purples, had already been claimed before jake stumbled into it. it was hard to find, and it had been a mistake on his part in finding it, he’d took a tumble from the tall trees, fell through some pretty hard branches, and landed before the slender covered entrance. at first, jake thought he was looking at cloth, that somehow the na’vi had created silk fabric. he’d touch it, shocked and slightly excited, only to feel as if he’d touched a spiderweb. the silk, he’d realized, was natural — made from a bug larvae, most likely. jake had pushed the silk aside to the reveal small area. the ground was the most softest marsh he’d ever stepped on, nearly tickling his feet when he dragged them. the plants, the bushes, the trees, everything was alive and glowing, the ground tracking his footprints, it was nothing short of amazing.

he’d turned to leave, wondering if neytiri had ever been here, when his ears perks up. the tall tale sound of a hiss. it sounds like bees in someone’s throat, and escapes in a bone-chilling sound that even now, as a true na’vi and could very much make the sound himself, leaves him nervous and admittedly a little weak in the knees. he could remember when meeting the clans with tsu’tey and neytiri, asking them to fight the humans, he would steel himself when hearing it. there were so many different sounding hisses, and yet jake thinks his clan took the cake for the scariest ones.

he shakes his head. the point being, the sound makes his hairs stand and his tail to swish nervously. he turns, looking up to see a na’vi woman, an omaticayan, squatting in one of the lower branches covered in illuminated moss. she holds a dagger carved from their newest hometree, after many months of searching, tsu’tey found one suitable for their many people. she hisses again, defensive, and he smells it then. it’s like a light switch goes off in his mind. the reason he hadn’t seen neytiri, or any of the unmated women, it was the change of the tide — they called it — and when that happens, unmated na’vi women go into heat.

it’s also the reason he hadn’t seen tsu’tey all day. it makes sense now, he honestly thought they were avoiding him. he wants to slap himself now. how disrespectful of him to stumble into a woman’s marked territory, during her heat no less. he holds his hands up and walks backward, barely withholding a flinch when she hisses again.

“uh, sorry, ma’am. so sorry, didn’t mean to … what’s the word? hm, uh, embark? no, definitely not the word. uh. sorry to invade your territory?” he backs away slowly, least he accidentally starts a chase he did not want. “i’m just gonna—”

“are you mated, toruk makto?” compared to her hiss, her voice is quiet nice, hm, like honey he thinks, smooth sounding, sweet tasting, almost like her scent—he snaps out of it. her words correlate in his mind.

he honestly forgot he was the toruk makto for a moment. the war had been months ago, and despite the fact that many people won’t let him forget that he was the sixth, it was easy to forget when people got over the awe. got over the awe and saw that he was really just a clumsy guy, with a too big heart, a little too smart mouthed, and great enough warrior. he takes pride in being the head warrior, just beneath tsu’tey.

“no…?”

“was that a question, toruk makto?”

“no?” he looks around for a moment, before back to the woman. he noticed it then, she was actually quite beautiful. huh. her hair wasn’t braided, and from the slight waves, he assumed she’d just taken them down. oh, he abruptly looks away. she wore the customary loincloth, yet only a single beaded necklace, with tiny beads extending from it like dripping water, covered her nipples.

“do you want a mate?”

now that he thinks of it. he hadn’t really been looking for someone to mate with forever. once he realized neytiri was destined for tsu’tey, and they had some odd partnership going on between them—he got over that crush painstakingly slow. not to mention, tsu’tey could be scary, and jake didn’t want to mess up his position as the next olo’eyktan. no, no, jake wasn’t looking for anyone, despite the obvious looks he was receiving. he looked back to the woman, she was staring at him with clear eyes. wait. . . was she offering?

“what’s your name?” he questioned, dropping his hands when realized he still hand them up like a idiot.

“(name) te tshaka de mo’at’ite,” she says, confidently. he blinks. now, why has he heard that name before? oh, oh! the mystery woman! he remembers it clear as day now. the younger sister of the three sisters, the deceased one, the next tsahik one, and the mysterious one. that’s what, he couldn’t even remember the dead avatar driver’s name now, had said, anyway. the avatar driver had thought he was being funny, until grace practically kicked his ass and nearly cut him off.

jake couldn’t for the life of him remember seeing her, he could remember hearing her name being called, her voice talking, but she was never in sight. “neytiri’s sister?”

“yes, neytiri is my older sister by a single cycle,” she grits her teeth, a hand briefly pushing at her lower belly. “you did not answer my question, toruk makto. do you want a mate?”

“uh, are you sure this isn’t your heat talking?” jake couldn’t help but wonder. what if it was someone else that barged in, would she say the same?

“i have seen you—”

“you have?” jake raises a brow.

“i have watched you—”

“you have?” jake raises both brows.

“i have followed you—”

“you have?” jake couldn’t help the voice crack or raise in pitch. he never noticed anyone following him. oh man, this shouldn’t be as flattering as he’s taking it.

“i decided that i will have you,” she finishes, not an ounce concerned with just how odd she sounds. she is confident, jake will give her that, to outright tell someone that you will have them is ballsy.

“you will?”

“I will. I am glad it was you who stumbled upon my thicket. otherwise, i would have injuried them.”

well, that settles it. jake always liked a woman who could kill him, and well, (name) looks fierce and ready to kill him. besides, jake’s a simple man, someone willingly to be with him? forever? hah, if his old buddies from earth could see him now. they were always saying jake would never find a girl or guy, he wasn’t the best at flirting.

“well, here i am, have me?” he understands his old buddies, now. he cringes, by eywa, did i really say that?

(name) gives a rich laugh, it causes a shiver to run down his spine, and he only has half a second to catch the lunging woman. they tumble through the soft marsh, nearly sinking into it as she settles quite contently on his lap. she brings her quene around, and jake does the same, watching in morbid fascination as the tendrils coil and link around the other.

it only takes a second for their minds to connect, emotions bursting full and richly around their interlinked minds. there’s no love there, not yet at least, but its overwhelming, heartwarming and thrilling all at once. he could feel her brushing against his mind, squeezing around his brain, settling into the missing blanks, melting into the crevices and nooks. it feels good, it feels right, and he’s suddenly heavily aware of the stabbing pain in her lower belly. amazing how she kept a clear mind with that amount of pain, geez.

he wonders, briefly, if this would have felt more special if they took things slow. but then, he’s struck by unbridled lust, and forgets his wonderings. well, it’s been years since he’s last did anything, really, and her scent was starting to coat the air thickly.

“so,” jake starts awkwardly. does this count as a one night stand, we just met, and now we’re about— his thoughts blank when she grabs his hands, pressing them against her tits. the beads dig into his skin for a moment, but they’re easily removed, and suddenly it’s skin on skin contact. he squeezes, instinctively really, and draws out a breathy whimper from (name). his eyes widens briefly, and he feels like inexperienced teenage boy again with his fast he hardens.

she must have felt him, there’s no way she hadn’t, her hips move upwards slightly, then back down. it’s his turn to whimper at the friction of the cloth and the pressure of her weight on him, practically suffocating his cock. he decides, last minute, to give her perky nipples a little twist and he savors her sounds. she really did sound good, like — his eyes caught the silk curtain swaying gently — like honey dripping onto silk.

her scent rolls around his nose, strong, thick, and heady. he rolls them over without a second thought, hands sliding down to her loincloth. his eyes meet her’s, and he raises a brow. “may i?”

she twists her hips a little, impatience nudges against his mind, “please,” she purrs, litreally, it starts in her chest and settles in her throat. like a cat. like a kitty. oh, he shudders.

he makes easy work to untie the strings, the cloth falling away aimlessly, and that is all it takes for her arousal to truly be smelt. he gulps, swallows harshly, gulps again. shit, is it hot? why does it feel like his control is breaking? her inner thighs were glistening and as she happily, and proudly spreads her legs, he couldn’t help the groan of utter pain. his cock throb painfully, his chest ache painfully, this has to be a crime. he’d never once in his life seen a cunt so pretty.

his mouth waters, and he swallows again, least he starts drooling everywhere. he knows that wouldn’t be an appetizing sight. he shakes his head, back on track. he clenches his fingers, before scooting himself back, settling on his belly, and eye level with this beautiful, beautiful cunt.

“pretty,” he unconsciously mutters, mesmerized. her pink bud peeking out between her puffy lips, his eyes catching sight of tiny droplets sliding down and disappearing into the marsh below them. “god, such a pretty pussy.” it felt wrong to call upon eywa, what if she heard? what if she saw? he doesn’t think the mother goddess needs to see this.

“hurry, jake,” she whines above him, twisting her hips again, and his eyes tracks the movements. she’s practically waving her cunt in his face. he groans.

“patience, kitty,” he mutters, debating if he should eat or finger, hm. shit, he really wants to taste her. “you want me to touch you?”

“yes, please,” she whispers, sounding shy all of a sudden. he chuckles at that, barely dodging the thump from her tail against his face.

jake uses his index and thumb to spread her puffy lips, his eyes flutter, his breathing is caught, he could die right here, he could die a happy man right here, right now. jake can’t even call it glistening anymore, she’s practically a river, so wet, dripping and dripping, her pretty hole clenching around nothing.

he leans forward, flattening his tongue, and giving her a generous swipe. her taste melts on his tongue, heady and sweet all at once, he swallows like a man starved and does it again. his tongue nudging against her hole, catching the juices that exit. “ooh, fuck, you taste so good, babygirl,” he groans. he really feels like praying.

“j-jake,” her whimpers and mewls were like music to his ears, and the moment she grips his hair, his hips jerk and he has no choice but to eat her like a man straved. he slurps as much of her juices as he could, before turning his attention to her neglected bud, swirling around the engorged bud slowly, eyes fluttering open to watch the way her body responded.

he swirls on the left side, her belly clenches. he swirls on the right side, her thighs shudder against his head, a true moan ripped from her throat. “so pretty, you moan so prettily,” he grins against her cunt and attacks that spot with vengence.

he uses his free hand to wrap around her thigh, prying it open as they begin to close around his head. she shudders above him, fingers tightening around his hair, pretty sounds trembling from her lips. he swirls and slurps, sucks and nips, and he could only feel himself growing harder by the second. “j-jake—haah!—m’gonna cum!” she warns, spreading her legs a little wider and practically shoving her cunt into his face, and he happily takes advantage of it.

he wraps his arms underneath her thighs, hands settling on her hips in soft grip, locking her in place as he brings her closer and closer to her release. she’s not quiet anymore, sounds ringing above them, her mind is blissful against his — thinking of nothing but the strings of pleasure. it only takes a well placed swipe of his tongue, a tiny nip of his fangs and���

“j-jake—m’cumming!” she cums with a sequel, thighs nearly locking around his head, but he grabs them in time. he’d seen what a na’vi women’s thighs could do to a head. he happily licks up the steady trail of white leaking from her hole, listening to her soft whimpers and satisfied purrs.

“good, kitty?” he asks, propping up on his elbows to get a good look at her. he nearly starts kicking his feet at the satisfied expression on her beautiful face.

“mhm, very good, jake,” she grins, fangs on display, and goddamnit, he’s going to burst from that image alone.

“you want some more, pretty girl?”

her cheeks bloom like anemones, eyes casting downwards, and her grin turning shy. she’s so fucking cute, it hurts, really. “i need your cock, jake.”

“oh?” he raised a brow, condescendingly, “you need it?” she nods, eagerly. “if you didn’t need it, babygirl, would you want it?”

“yes,” she shudders, “please, jake.”

“hm, let me see,” he mutters, dragging himself onto his hunches. he chuckles when she props up on her elbows eagerly, watching his fingers untie his loincloth with lustful eyes. he sighs when the cool air hits his cock, the tip an angered magenta and leaking clear pre-cum. air sucks through his teeth when she reaches forward, grabbing his cock in a tight grasp. “careful, kitty, don’t hold too tight for me, yeah?”

she leans down, mouth dropping open, and he stops her, index underneath her chin. “later, pretty girl,” he promises.

her lips pout, slick from spit and brusied from biting, “but, you—”

he gives a quiet tut, “i’ll train your pretty throat for me, later. right now,” he grabs her waist, forcing her on to her back. she gives a startled look, pretty eyes wide, and mouth popping open. “i need to fuck your fat cunt, until the only thing you remember is my name, hm?”

she shudders, hands reaching for his. “please,” she begs prettily.

ugh, he hopes na’vi can’t have heart attacks.

[loaklvr]

[honey-on-your-tongue]

Teach Me

Masterlist

Jake Sully x female reader!

Summary: Jake teaches you to touch yourself.

Warnings: obvious smut! Fingering. Tsaheylu. Squirting. Daddy kink.

Random inspiration concept that just has me in a CHOKEHOLD.

Jake can feel your pleasure through tsaheylu, your every sensation coursing through your queue to his, tingling his body much like it does yours.

He sits behind you, his back against a tree, his chest against your back, his arms around you.

His hands hold yours, guiding your fingers across your cunt, helping you draw steady circles on your clit.

“Teach me to touch myself like you do it,” you'd said, wide eyes eager and lustful.

And fuck, Jake can never say no to anything you ask of him.

“Alright, girl, you feel that?” he asks, tracing over your clit with one of your own fingers. He asks even though he knows you can feel it, not only because he senses you through the bond, but also because of the way your legs jerk and the little gasp that leaves your lips.

“Mhmm,” you whine in response, toes curling.

“It's good, isn't it?”

“Yes,” you mewl out, your back arching, your head falling back against Jake's shoulder. “'s so good.”

Jake leads your other hand lower, using your fingers to pry open your entrance, your slick coating your skin as the scent of your arousal grows thick in the air. He pushes one of your fingers into you, ensuring you rub against that soft, spongy spot that makes you shudder.

“That's right, I know you can feel that,” he hums as he inserts a finger of his own, your cunt tight and warm.

You're whining and thrashing in his hold, begging him for more, your hips bucking up. You're desperate for your release, impatient as the pleasure slowly builds.

“Easy, girl,” he coos. “Shh, it's okay. I'll make sure you come, baby, but you gotta relax a little for me. Can you do that, babygirl?”

You nod. “M'kay,” you reply, taking deep breaths, allowing your pussy to loosen up around your finger as well as Jake's.

Jake curls his finger up, touching that spot inside of you again, inviting your finger to follow his movements. You sigh thickly, the pleasure coursing through you in waves, reaching every single nerve in your body.

“There you go,” he hums against your ear. “You just gotta keep doin' this until you come.”

Your skin is shiny with sweat, your limbs trembling. “Make me come, Jake,” you beg. “Please! Fuck! 's always so good when you do it, Daddy.”

Jake chuckles. “You want me to help you, baby?” he questions, licking over the shell of your ear. “You wanna come on Daddy's fingers?”

“Mhmm!” you gasp, nodding, body writhing against his.

He kisses your shoulder, the back of your neck. “You wanna try somethin' new, darlin'?” he asks. “You want Daddy to teach you somethin' new?”

“Yes, Daddy,” you say. “Please.”

He nibbles on your earlobe. “Spread your legs a little more for me, girl.”

You do as asked, spreading your thighs. “Keep your fingers on that pretty clit for Daddy, yeah?”

You nod, still rubbing messy circles against your clit as Jake's hand wanders to your thighs. He massages the plush skin there, fingers digging into the fat of your thigh, tracing over the light stripes on your skin. His tongue licks over your neck, making you whine.

You can feel the pleasure, thick and boiling, coil low in your stomach. Jake's finger curls up against that gentle spot, forcing your digit against it as well, making something deep inside of you almost recoil against the intense pleasure.

“Jake,” you whine, breathless, but Jake already feels it.

“I know, baby. I know.” He softly kisses your neck. “Just a while longer, yeah? Hold on a while longer for me, baby.”

You hum, trying to contain the pleasure, seeing little black dots across your vision. You're purring, literally—a soft, thick sound that emanates from deep in your throat. Pure content, pure ecstasy to Jake's ears. He loves the sound, it drives him crazy.

His long, thick cock is hard, straining against his loincloth, heavy as it rests on your lower back.

His finger is slow, painfully so, with the way it drags against your spongy spot. But the pressure is thick, sweet and intense, and you can feel something stirring within you.

“Daddy,” you whine. “Daddy, please, 's too much!”

“It's not too much, pretty girl,” he tells you, his voice thick in your ear. “You can do it, baby. Trust me.”

You shake your head, the corners of your eyes pickling with tears. “I can't-can't do it!”

“Shh, relax, baby,” Jake whispers. “Relax. Trust Daddy, girl. Yeah?”

“Daddy, please, don't—!”

“I know, baby. I know it's too much. Just trust me, darlin'.”

You writhe, your orgasm rising to the surface, crashing through you. And you can tell it's different than the others.

Jake can feel it too.

“There you go, girl. Almost there,” he urges on, nipping at the skin of your shoulder.

You can feel this strange, new release gripping every nerve in your body, making your body shake in Jake's hold. The pleasure is too much, too intense, and it feels like a living, palpable thing that scratches at the inside of your stomach, begging to be let out.

Jake can tell the moment it's about to happen. He can sense the way your body grows taut, the way you clench around him and how breathless you become.

“Daddy,” you gasp, body jerking as if to get away from him. “Daddy!”

And then it happens. A gush of your arousal spurts from you, soaking your thighs, and Jake's hands and forearms.

“Atta girl,” Jake praises. “You're always such a good girl for Daddy.”

Your orgasm wrecks through you, shattering you. Your back arches and Jake groans at the feel of your orgasm through tsaheylu. Your pleasure is almost unbearable to him. So intense, so much, that it pushes him to his own orgasm.

His load spills into his loincloth, hot and sticky, and he groans, hips softly rolling against your back. “Goddamn, girl,” he groans. “Look at what y'do to me.”

You whine, breathing heavy and rough. “'s so good, Daddy,” you mewl. “So good.”

“Yeah, it was good, wasn't it, babygirl?” He chuckles, kissing the side of your face. “You think you can do that again for me? While I pound you with my cock, baby?”

“'nything for you, Daddy.”

[fl3shm4id3n]

Me when I get told that Jake Sully isn't real or that he'll die in the next coming movies:

[jakexneytiri]

[ripneteyam]

just incase you haven’t seen lo’ak’s smile today

♡⸜(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)⸝♡

[sainzwife]

where is the jake sully smut. THAT 10 FT BLUE MAN IS SO FINE.

[rosyjn]

...sam fucking you on the set of avatar?...

I am NUTTINGGG omg this anon sent me a bunch of stuff I love it 🤍

Not proofread btw 💔

MDNI 🚨

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“Shh,” he coos, sneakily creeping around the studio and holding your arm tightly.

“Sam, we’ll get in trouble!” you scold. He only smirks, not stopping. He’s taken off his motion capture suit, having left it lazily in a dressing room. Now, he’s walking around in his normal t-shirt and shorts. But god, he looks so hot. Even in the simplest clothes, that fucking smile gets you every time.

“I’ll be quick, swear. Have ya back after lunch,” he teases. It’s not right, of course it’s not right. As fun as Avatar is, it’s work. You guys are at work. He leads you through the hallways of the warehouse studio. Every little twist and turn of the building looks the exact same. It always confuses you. You wonder how an idiot like him can navigate so efficiently. He pushes a door open, still holding your arm, then looking around when a motion sensor light flicks on.

“My god,” you scoff, watching Sam investigate the little dressing room. The light overhead awkwardly blinks a few times, indicating that the space hadn’t been used in a minute. You stand on your tippy toes, peeking over his broad shoulder to look. “So dingy..” you mutter.

“Oh, shut up,” he rolls his eyes, pulling you into the room behind him. You squeal as he shoves you in, roughly slamming the door behind him.

“We’ll get caught!” you giggle. He wraps his arms around you, watching you melt like putty into his embrace and laugh. As you rest your head in his chest, he looks around the room, letting your bodies slowly sway side to side in a hug. You were right, it’s definitely dingy, and obviously hasn’t been used in a while. The light is a yellowish tint, illuminating the large, empty vanity that sits up against the wall. It’s a small space, but it’ll work.

“Bend over, right there,” he says, guiding your body towards the vanity table. You follow his instructions, slyly arching your back as you bend over. Sam’s bulge begins to grow through his shorts as he watches your ass move in your leggings. The cold wood of the table pressed against your torso and chest as you bend all the way over, relaxing yourself. His eyes travel up and down your body as he fiddles with the band of his sweatpants, reaching for his cock. “Fuck,” he marvels, watching the way your leggings frame your butt so well.

“Hmm?” you reach for your leggings, swiftly sliding them down. Sam’s eyebrows raise, watching your ass pop out. It’s clad in a small thong, and his dick grows warmer and harder at the sight. You continue slipping your pants off, wiggling and pushing them until the fabric bunches at your ankles. He starts stroking his length desperately, almost unable to control himself at the sight. “Hurry up, we gotta be back after lunch,” you remind him.

“I’ll be quick,” he assures you.

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“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” you gasp, body shaking and sore with every thrust. The vanity that you’re bent over is shaking and rattling rapidly, as you get mercilessly fucked on it. It’s obviously past lunchtime, the crew is wondering where the fuck you are. But that doesn’t cross your mind, your judgement is cloudy.

“What did I say? Keep it arched,” Sam grunts, pushing down on your upper back. He needs to get inside of you, as deep as he can. He needs to feel your tight, wet pussy on every inch that he has. So he keeps slamming into you, even though the vanity threatens to collapse. The old table slams against the wall, banging over and over again. Somebody has definitely heard by now. Your sore, raw cunt takes him. It takes every drop of cum, throbbing motion, and vein.

“Gonna-“ you begin, blabbering. He just chuckles, knowing how cock drunk you are. His eyes are glued to where his dick enters you. He watches the movement, sliding in and out of you. It’s so much. His girth stretches you out, pushing your walls over and over again. His grunts and dirty talk make your heart flutter. You can hardly breathe. Your face is pressed against the wood of the vanity as you moan and whine gibberish. Every once in a while, Sam gives a hard slap to your ass, just to make sure you’re still with him. When you react, flinching and yelping at the sting, he knows you’re okay.

In his mind, until his balls are drenched in slick and you can’t feel anything in the world but his cock, you can take more. And you do take it. You grab onto the table, feeling an oncoming orgasm. Sam can feel it too with the way you’re pulsating and clenching around him.

“Close?” he practically degrades you.

“Yes!” you whine, letting his little squirts of warm pre cum fill you up.

“Go on,” he groans, his thrusts becoming more erratic as you tighten up and arch your back. His breathing becomes irregular, and a small bead of sweat runs down his forehead. The pleasure builds up inside the both of you. The room fills with moans, both male and female, as you both let yourselves go. His warm cum dumps into you deliciously, and your tense body relaxes.

He pulls out, letting his cock soften itself as you catch your breath. That is, until his phone vibrates from in his pants. You immediately look up, watching him take the little device out.

“Who is it?” you ask, grabbing your leggings. He looks at the screen and sighs.

“Jim..” he says.

Hope y’all enjoyed! This was a little bad sorry I’ve been busy! Also “Jim” is James Cameron (the director of Avatar)

[fluloa]

THIS IS SOOOOSKAYAHSSDBUD GOING INSANE RIPPING MY HAIR OUT CURLING MY TOES SQUEALING UNTIL MY THROAT GOES SOAR WAAAHHHHH

@eywas-library

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

Okay I’m sorry I think I didn’t think I had to explain why it’s possible to repair the relationships between the Sully’s (not his guardians also a good note) and Spider and not between Quaritch and Spider (which there wasn’t any good relationship to begin with but I digress), but here:

Neglect is a form of abuse. It is something that real life parents and children are able to build past every day, sometimes successfully sometimes not. It’s why child protective services try to help foster these relationships, so healthy relationships can be built back. You know what they don’t try to build back from? Kidnapping, torture, and war crimes.

[randxmthxughts]

best jake hair imo

[sunofpandora]

Let me tell you something, my new goal is for the Virago story to sound like the soundtrack for Bridgerton season 3.

(Warning. Unhinged tags)