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View of Mauves-sur-Huisne, Perche region of France
French vintage postcard
#sepia#photography#vintage#france#huisne#postkaart#ansichtskarte#ephemera#carte postale#postcard#postal#briefkaart#region#photo#mauves#perche#view#tarjeta#historic#french#postkarte
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these colors are intoxicating
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Have a mauve-lous Monday, my jellies! â¨ď¸
Meet the mauve stinger, Pelagia sp. These dazzling deep-sea dwellers pack a powerful punch, from their tantalizing tentacles to the bumps on their bells.
#monterey bay aquarium#monday motivocean#mauve at first sight#stunning stinger#pretty in pink#we dont think youre ready for this jelly
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#thought drawing her will help with processing?? idk#once again. rest in peace Jellie. you were the cat ever#jellie the cat#goodtimeswithscar#mauv's work
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đą Oriental Shorthair
đ¸ Egregius*PL
đ¨ Fawn Caramel Spotted Tortoiseshell Tabby with White
#photo#oriental#oriental shorthair#OSH#fawn tortoiseshell#caramel#mauve#other white#spotted tabby#rm 09 24#age progression#split face#egregius pl
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I bet Nicky thought he fell into a parallel universe the first time he walked into his house and stumbling upon Andrew, fast asleep on Neilâs chest, who was also fast asleep. Like this man probably thought he died and ended up in a new timeline
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bakedbyave on ig
#food#cake#stim#sensory#satisfying#mypost#mygifs#heart shaped#glitter#hands free#handsfree#mauve#pink
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Kwee House - Singapore (1984)
Designed by Moore Ruble Yudell Architects
Scanned from the book, 'Moore Ruble Yudell: Houses and Housing' (1993)
#design#interior design#interiors#architecture#80s#1980s#colorful#pink#mauve#singapore#home design#interior decor#living room#decor#my scans#charles moore
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EVERY CORNER OF THIS HOUSE IS HAUNTED. (2)
Synopsis ! Jake had taken you as his own after Tsu'tey's passing, leaving no one to care for you. Things had been good before your relationship with him had blurred along growing of age. You and him fought all the time; argued each other's ear off and tonight was no different-- except words have been said, severing the already damaged bond. Content & warning Jake sully x Daughter!Reader, Sully kids x Sister!Reader Neytiri x Daughter!Reader. (wc: 5264)
You swung your legs over the edge, feet ghosting just above the calm lake that surrounded this part of the forest. It was a bit far from the village, but you felt more at ease knowing that you wouldnât be found easily. This was your own place and ironically enough, a spot you and Jake had found years ago. You could see the familiar marks left from the arrows you had shot, deeply engraved in some of the trunks.Â
One drawing had caught your eye. From one of the trees, a bit taller than the rest; an image of you and your father. It was silly, clearly etched by the hands of a kid no older than six. The lines were harsh as the wood itself was tough, but it was thereâ almost mockingly. You scoffed, mindlessly grabbing a pebble and flinging it right on the center.Â
You have barely moved since you arrived here; detached yourself the moment you had sat near the jagged rocks. It was a habit you presumed you got from Jake. The longer you stayed, the more you succumbed to your ever-bleeding woundsâ there was just something so tragic about being an eldest daughter.  Â
You werenât all bite, despite the constant snarl on your lips. You weren't so egotistical as to think that you couldn't possibly be wrong, but tonight, tonight you knew damn well Jake was to blame.Â
âIs it because Iâm not your daughter?âÂ
Your own voice had rang through your mind. You wince in response, cringing internally. That could very well be the caseâ you weren't part of their family. You canât help but think that they may have done it out of pity.Â
But Kiri wasnât exactly their own either. In fact, you and Kiri werenât at all opposites at birth.
While you came from Tsuâtey, she was from Grace; both of you from separate blood and brought together by one. However you werenât exactly close to Eywa or have the skills she possessed. Kiri was undeniably specialâ spiritual and awfully attuned. Heck, she had managed to tame her own ikran simply by asking it to be her friend.Â
Still, there was no reason for Jake to treat you differently. You were jealousâ of course you are. If heâs able to be as gentle as he is with your baby sister, why couldnât he with you? It was a sickening thought, to think that he acts so rigid and unrelenting around you while he looked at her like she had hanged every star in the night sky. Sure Kiri was special, but you were at least his daughter too. Canât he spare you even just a second of a loving glance?
With Kiri, he listens intentlyâ looks at her with such tenderness as he takes in her every word. It was the same gaze he wore whenever we visited the sky-people lab; Jake would stare a bit too long at Grace, expression somewhere along the line of reminiscing. Whenever he had moments like these, his eyes would hold some sort of longingâ a promise. Perhaps it was because Grace meant the world to himâ literally. She taught him everything about Pandora, showed him the way of the Naâvi; gave him another shot at living.Â
Kiri was exactly like her mother; wise and cunning. Jake probably sees Grace in her very image. Â
Youâd think this would be the embodiment of every father with their daughters; kind and vulnerable, but you would argue otherwise. When he looked at you, it was more of regretâ grief prolonging. It was a gaze so ugly and unwanted; a weight youâre not supposed to carry.Â
Because youâre exactly like Tsuâtey and Jake sees him in yourself.Â
It was no secret that Jake was softer when it came to Tuk and Kiri. While you are relieved that it had been that way, you can never pray for them to experience the struggles you are burdened withâ it tugged on your heartstrings that you would never feel the warmer side of your father; will never know how it feels to be babied nor to be held gently.Â
You were her daughter too so you didnât understand. What made you any different from them that you had to pretend his love was hidden beneath his icy glares and dismissive grunts? These were emotions nonethelessâ however odd or minuscule they may have been. You thought that maybe, just maybe, thereâd be a crack to this exterior. Maybe if you tried harder, Jake would soften up to you too.Â
But that wasnât the case because he never did. You had picked apart pieces of yourself that you thought werenât pleasingâ did better despite your age. You were young and only yearned for your fatherâs approval.Â
( âYouâre not doing it right. Again.âÂ
As you stretched your already sore arms for the nth time, ready to take aim, his hands tug on your stanceâ a bit harsher than intended. Light continued to glare down on your figure as you tirelessly corrected your posture again. Your ears pricked up at the sound of your siblingâs laughter, coming to you from afar. You stole a glance at them as they continued to play and enjoy themselves by the water, their childish exuberance highlighted by their splashing around in the shallow waves.
âCanât I take a break?â You whined, dropping your stiff shoulders. Hearing them have fun made you want to jump in as well.Â
âI didnât let you talk my ear off just to give up. Come on, you promised me a bullseye today, baby girl.â He said, eyebrows furrowing a bit. You look down to your feet, a bit embarrassed. You didnât want him to not take you seriouslyâ you fear that if you let him down now, he wouldnât let you do anything again. âJust one hit and Iâll let you offââ
His head turns sharply towards Kiri as she calls out for Jake, asking him to join them in their game. He can't help but to let out a small chuckle as he yells back a short response of âin a minute.â
âAgain, come on.â His hands move quickly and firmly grasp your arms, helping you back to the same position before. âIâll be watching, promise.â With a light tap on your shoulder, he rushes off, chasing after your siblings towards the water.
The quicker you got it done, the sooner you would be able to play. You pulled on the string again and released a heavy sigh before releasing the arrow. After several tries of firing shots that missed their mark, you finally managed to hit dead center with one shot. Your eyes widen in surprise, disbelief crossing your face before you jump excitedly, âDid you see that, dad? Did youââ
Your yell was instantly drowned out by Lo'ak's hearty laugh. You couldn't help but feel deflated as you watched your father lift him up onto his shoulders while the others trailed behind them in a fit of giggles. You run towards them, bow in hand.Â
âYou werenât watchingââ You tried to pull his hand in your direction, gesturing towards the arrow that was still firmly embedded into the red ring you had created on the trunk of the tree.
"Ah, darn, I missed it?" He said between breathy chuckles as Kiri tried to tug on his tail from behind, barely taking note of your work. "Why don't you do it again? This time I'll be sure to pay attention."
âBut I want to play with you now.âÂ
âDadâ Neteyam caught something! Itâs huge, come look!â Jake slowly lowers Lo'ak from his shoulders, letting them pull him towards where Neteyam stood. The children squealed at the sight of the fish (with Kiri letting out a few disgusted gags), but Jake reveled in pride. âYeah, Neteyam, the mighty fisherman!â
You stayed still on the shore watching themâ watching him. It was so easy to lose your fatherâs attention despite your best efforts. You retreated back to your spot, eyes glaring at the arrow sticking out from the tree. If a single bullseye wasnât enough to impress Jake, then youâd just have to perfect your aim. Your hits will never miss again and youâll make him proud.)Â
You were clueless. If only you knew that there was no satisfying your father, you wouldâve spent the days tirelessly training to play insteadâ to be an actual kid without having the worries of a grown adult.Â
You could leave. At the thought of it, your head swiveled towards the unfamiliar path that would take you away from the clanâ away from everything you know. You could leave and never come back; take your fatherâs name and build your own person. There was this selfish thought pricking at the back of your brain that once they noticed your absence, everyone would look for you and even feel sorry for what they put you through; that Jake would be sorry to lose you.Â
You wonder what kind of reputation you'd leave for him when everyone realizes you had run away, never to come back. But it was unfairâ your mother would be devastated. Neytiri had already gone through enough, were you worth another heartbreak? She didnât deserve that.Â
Suppose you could only dream that Jake would put on an effort for a search partyâ for him to grow hopeless and regretful while searching for you. You could only dream that heâd run towards you, arms wide open. âYou scared me, sweetheart. I thought I lost you. Iâm sorry, dadâs sorry.âÂ
But youâve been away for hours and no one has reached out yet. They probably assumed that you only needed some time and space to clear your head, not seeing any cause for alarm. The only thing that waited for you back home was a hell of a scolding and a weekâs punishment of tending the ikrans. Sighing, you decided to just head back. Â
Your steps are carefulâ silent, as you near your hut again. You expected for the worst. Neytiri could have told Jake to stay guard outside until you finally decided to come home for all you know, but you werenât ready for another heated conversation with him just yet. So as you make your way back, you stick your neck out behind the bushes, trying to make out of the surroundings.Â
Surprisingly, it wasnât Jake that was waiting outside. It was Kiri. Her figure glows underneath the starry night and it was hard not to be discouraged, but you suppose it was better than having to deal with your father again.Â
"Kiri?" You called out in a low voice, and instantly her head snapped up. She quickly jumps to her feet upon seeing your arrival, heart racing as she rushes towards you. Without hesitation, she wraps her arms tightly around you in a hug. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath to try and steady herself. âOh great mother, thank you.â
You tentatively put your arms around her in response, hands patting the top of her head. âThis isnât the first time I ran from home,â Your voice is softâ unsure.Â
Feeling your hesitance, she slowly withdraws from you. âBut itâs the first time sempul has said something so..â She stops herself mid-sentence, shaking her head as if to clear away her thoughts. âI worry youâd finally want to leave.âÂ
You stared at her, feeling your insides soften. You could never get angry at Kiri, no matter the situation. You couldnât just leave. She was your sister still and no one would ever understand you like she does. No one will ever grow you another sibling. As much as you hated yourself, you were meant to watch as she thrives. Â
Siblings were such a weird concept; it was hard for you to wrap your head around it. Despite the fact that you could hate them with every fibre of your being, youâd still love them unconditionally and protectively; despise them but burn down the whole universe for their safety. It made no sense to be so full of such strong, conflicting emotions all at once, but she was your sister and that was enough explanation.
âStupid eywa-powers.â You joke as you take your index finger, lightly pressing it against her forehead. She playfully swats your hand away with a laugh, eyes crinkling.
She silently murmurs, âNot stupidâ to herself, a small laugh escaping her lips.
You two slowly sat on your wicker chairs in front of the fire. The seat creaked as you made yourself comfortable. Jake was real handy with his hands back thenâ made all sorts of things for everyone. Wooden Toruks, comfortable hammocks, and each one a special chair. Everyoneâs name was etched on the back and although it was a bit smaller now, considering it was made for when you were toddlers, no one had grown out of sitting on it.Â
You smiled at the memory. It was like tradition for the Sully familyâ a silly one, but loved nonetheless. He first made you the wicker chair and although it was rather flimsy, you argued that Neteyam should have one as well when he came around.Â
It was so conflictingâ to be able to remember your father was mean, despite being kind, then to know him as kind, despite being mean. You fear Jake could be every word you think of but the word father.Â
âRemember that time when we played hide-and-seek and we all thought Loâak cheated by hiding back at home only to find out we left him at the forest?â Kiri spoke, eyes fixated at the flames.Â
You chuckled, âYeah, even dad was in on itâ told us not to tell mom that we left him.â
âOhâ and that one time they left us to Moâat to have their little dates and came home to see grandma knocked out and her hut a mess?â
You laughed, rather loudly this time. You remembered the memory like it was yesterdayâ little Neteyam wrapped from head to toe in bandages as you two tried to play healers; pastes and herbs were scattered everywhere while Loâak was playing to his own devices happily (something about kid Loâak and wanting to play alone most of the time). âLoâak and his lisp trying to explain why he was covered in warrior paint all over his body.â
âKi-ti told me to do it!â Kiri squeaked out in her best impression of Loâak, before both of you burst into smothered laughterâ careful not to wake anyone up. After taking a few moments to catch your breath, the area was silent once more. There was no sound other than the crackle of the fire, its flame illuminating the darkness in the vicinity.Â
âIâm trying to see the situation in both perspectives,â She starts once the quietness grows unbearable. You averted your gaze, not wanting to talk it out with her.
âI really donât wanna talk about it, Kiri.â You threw your head back, your eyes burning a hole into the night sky.
âI just donât want it to explode like what happened a while ago again.âÂ
You kiss your teeth and let out an exasperated sigh, tongue clicking as you exhale. Deep down you knew that there was no getting out of this situation, so you may as well hear what they had to say. âFine. Whatâs your diagnosis, doc?âÂ
The flap of the hut's entrance is suddenly thrown back, revealing a rather disoriented looking Lo'ak stumbling out. It's clear he had just been stirred from his slumber. âYou two arenât as quiet as you think you are.â He said, his voice low. He made his way over to Kiri and sat down beside her with an audible yawn. âWhat is it this time?â
âEywa tells me of your troubles,â Kiri starts, ignoring Loâak. âFather isnât at all the greatest, I know, but heâs tryingâ His choices aren't really the best, but itâs what he knows. If you think about it, he was just as young once and you donât exactly become a father twice.âÂ
âWhat are you saying?âÂ
âSheâs sayingâ cut him some slack, maybe?â Lo'ak breaks the stillness with an unexpected remark, his voice quite loud in comparison to Kiri's careful words. His comment catches you off guard and you shift your position uncomfortably on your seat.
âBrother, you really have to stop going out with Spider. You and your lingo is getting harder and harder to discern.â Kiri jabs him from the side, âWhat he means to say isâ maybe you should try being the bigger person instead?â
You let out a deep breath through your nostrils, not enjoying the direction of the conversation. Your brow crinkles in concentration as you try to make sense of why the discussion was taking this turn. You had no desire to pick apart the problem any further and yet, here you wereâ perhaps Neytiri told them to talk some sense to you? To quiet down for the sake of your old man?
Already sensing your anger, Loâak quickly interjects again. âListen, Itâs like,â He turns to you, the grogginess in his expression fading away and being replaced by something more serious. âIf dad happens to reprimand us, we save our excuses or any reason we have. The response he wants is an apology and an apology is what youâre going to sayâ thatâs it.â
âBut thatâs unfair.â You let out a groan, lips turning into a deep frown. âEspecially to you and Neteyam.â
Loâak only lets out a playful scoff, as if heâs trying to lighten the mood. âYou mean, especially to Neteyam. Broâs an automated machineâ expect him to immediately take the blame.â He says, grinning. âI think dad is just.. cracking the code still? Shit, I donât know. He had to learn to live on two different stars. It must be hard on him.â
âDoesnât it hurt you? Trying to understand someone older?âÂ
Loâak stills for a minute as heavy silence envelopes everyone. âOf course it does. It stings a lot sisâ but I think, no parent deserves a resentful son when all they wanted was for me to be better.âÂ
Then it crashes down upon you like a heavy sack filled with rocks, a realization pressing directly against your chest as you watch Loâakâs face, illuminated against the flicker of the flamesâ the lights cast an image you failed to recognize before. Your brothers werenât exactly immune to Jakeâs ways either. He was equally as tough on them.Â
Maybe you can try for their sake. Maybe you should take the initiative instead of waiting for your fatherâs open arms.Â
âWhy donât you join us tomorrow instead? Take your mind off things. Weâre visiting the old shack with Spider,â Lo'ak's hand carefully reaches for your hair, the tips of his fingers ruffling through your braidsâ a gesture he picked up after Neteyam. You chuckle, suddenly slightly embarrassed.Â
âIsnât it dangerous?â You ask, eyebrows furrowed.Â
âIt is,â Kiri answers for Loâak, giving him a pointed glare. âTuk heard about it and is begging to come along.âÂ
âMore like blackmailed meâ Iâll tell mom if you wonât let me come.â He put on a mocking impression of Tuk, sticking his tongue out in an exaggerated way. Kiri gave him another jab, causing him to hiss in response. âBut it should be safe.âÂ
Kiri rolls her eyes. âWe are so getting into trouble.â
âYou guys go,â You say, back resting against the chair again. âThink I should fix the situation with dad first before getting in trouble again.âÂ
You feel Kiriâs eyes on youâ gaze emitting a sense of gratitude, almost like a tangible thank you for trying. Itâs funny how sheâs younger than you and yet she looked out for you more than you had.Â
You let out a deep sigh as the three of you settled in, reveling in the quiet serenity of the woods. The soft sounds of the forest enveloped you, providing a sense of calm that was hard to miss. Slowly, it lulled you all to a familiar kind of comfort.Â
Breakfast was unsurprisingly silent.Â
You felt like the room was full of robots, their limbs jerking and movements mechanically programmed as they ate. As everyone shifted ever so slightly, it seemed almost like they were doing it robotically - stiff and slow. It was like they were walking on eggshells around you and it was hard not to roll your eyes.Â
It was painfully awkwardâ a hard watch as Jake tried hard not to make eye contact with you. Neytiri would occasionally jab him from the side and pinch the fat of his thigh. âTalk to her.â â her glare would send him the message.Â
He lets out a sigh before visibly gulping. âY/n.âÂ
Your head suddenly jerks upwards from the bowl resting in your lap, startled by your fatherâs voice calling for you. Neytiri watches in anticipation while your heart pounded madly against your chest. Suddenly, the air fills with tension as all movement ceases. Not a single soul speaks or breathesâ waiting.
âPass the salt.â Jesus Christ.Â
You give him a deadpan expression, stretching your arms over to pass it to him. He carefully takes it, shaking it over his already salty meal. Neytiri could only push her hands against her face in frustration, a groan of exasperation coming from deep within. After a few minutes, she finishes up and leaves with Tuk in her arms. The rest follow suit. Â
âIâm off,â You finish cleaning up the table, standing up from your seat and grabbing the weapons you needed for an impromptu hunt. Without waiting for a reply, you left Jake alone on the table.Â
As you trekked further into the forest, you prayed to Eywa for guidance. You were careful to smear the war paint onto your cheeks and foreheadâ breathing labored, but focused nonetheless.Â
You figured, your father has been doing bad from the recent huntsâ only coming home with fruits and small portions of meat, sometimes none at all. It was that kind of season where the animals were out to hide and hibernate. You didnât know where you got the confidence that youâd be able to return with something, considering the best next best warriors could hardly do so.Â
You had to try regardless; you thought that perhaps it could be a way for you and Jake to open up a conversation with each other. Maybe he could soften down his glare a bit when you come home with something to eatâ but as hours passed and the sun burned to noon, you were only met with disappointment.Â
You stopped by an unfamiliar area, leaning against a tree as you tried to catch your breath. You regret not bringing your ikran with youâ just what were you thinking?
As if the great mother had noticed your desperation, a familiar sound roars from a distance. Your ears perked up as you tried to walk through the thick bushes. A lone sturmbeest, drinking by the river. You sighed in relief before hurriedly taking your bow out of your back. They mostly traveled by a herd, but today might just be your luckiestâ you stretch your arms, carefully approaching the animal.Â
Just this once, you pleaded, be in my favor.Â
The journey home was dreadful. You had been carrying meat and a few bones for what seemed like hours on end, feeling the strain in your back from the task. It was a small sturmbeestâ presumably female by the size, but it should be enough to provide meals for a week or so. Before you knew it, eclipse approached fast and you were eager to meet your hammock.Â
You couldnât see; unable to hold any form of light as you needed both hands to carry the heavy sack, but the thought of going home with something to proudly show your father rekindled the sense of pride that was long gone; a feeling you hadn't had in a long timeâ burned by the countless times youâve tried to gain even a drop of recognition.
You were successful in hunting a sturmbeest when no one couldnât for the past weeksâ your father would be proud and that was all the strength you needed to continue waking.Â
Noticing the familiar path back to the clan, a surge of adrenaline courses through your body from the thought of already nearing home. But as the horns blared from the village, you felt nothing but confusionâ What could it mean and why this late? You quickened your pace towards them.Â
Ikrans flew in, landing at the open space as everyone gathered around. You squeezed your way in through the crowdâ stomach churning as the sound of Tuk's cries became more and more clear with every step; but before you could run to your baby sister, you were harshly pulled back. You immediately recognize your fatherâs calloused hands, but this time his grip was harshâ unrelenting. Careful not to trip on your feet, you steadied yourself, head looking up to meet his glare.Â
âWhere were you?âÂ
And just like that, your thoughts come crashing down around you from the sight of your father towering your figure, leaning in slightly. You feel it in the pit of your stomach; this wasn't what you wanted to come home to, this wasn't what you were expecting.
âSir IââÂ
âThe kids are hurt,â Neytiri hissed, tugging him sharply away from you. âFor once, hold your tongue.â
He gives you one last glance, nostrils flaring as he walks away. That was your cue to trail behind. You walked behind him, eyes cast downwards as your thoughts raced through your mind. Neytiri is quick to come and stand by your side, soft kisses pressed into the top of your head. âAre you hurt, maâite? Where were you?â She softly asks.Â
You pause, feeling the words on the tip of your tongue leave the moment you try to open your mouth to speak. For some reason, you felt embarrassedâ ashamed.Â
âWhat happened?â You whispered as you neared your grandmotherâs hut. You glanced back to your siblingâs shivering figures, all of them unable to look you in the eye. Neytiri didnât answer eitherâ didnât know how to tell you that they had found them once again. They processed the severity of the situation still, clearly shaken up and scared.Â
Everyone stepped inside, Mo'at immediately gathering each of them in a warm embrace. She spoke her thanks to Eywa in a gentle murmur, kissing the top of their heads. Neytiri quickly drew Tuk into her own arms, easing her shaking body.Â
âOutside, now.â Jake whispers before leaving. You take one last look around at all the people in the room before finally following him, your palms beginning to sweat as your anxiety intensifies.
Once you both find yourselves in a place where there were no lingering stares or whispers, (and without Neytiri having to save your ass this time), he turns to you, anger just as fiery as before. He strides back and forth, feet heavy on the ground as he attempts to choose his words carefully.
âIââ He started to speak, but then averted his gaze, his jaw clenched tight as he tried again. âWhere were you?âÂ
You try to swallow the lump forming in your throat as you mull over the question, taking a deep breath before finally attempting to answer. âI went out on a hunt. I haveââ
âWithout telling anyone firsthand? With scattered avatars over the perimeter?â Jake is quick to interject, arms flailing in anger. âJust what were you thinking? You knew about them going to the old shack and you did nothing to prevent it?âÂ
Your shoulders slump wearily, feeling extremely overwhelmed. âI only wanted toââ
âJesus Christ, itâs always about what you want, yeah? You with wanting to be oloâeykte, you with wanting to be heard. You and your goddamn wants had us all worried!âÂ
And as you listen to him raise his voice, you turn younger and youngerâ until you were that same kid trying to tug on his arms to look at your first hit; that same kid who would do anything just for a moment of his time. It was like being ten years old all over again and realizing that he was slowly slipping away. Thatâs where you finally decided that Jake��� your father, was just capable of unloving a child.Â
You take a step back, feeling the frustration boiling over as well. âWell maybe if you were a better father, they wouldnât have the need to go against you every once in a while!â You shouted with the same volume as his, âYou act as if weâre some sort of troops rather than a familyââ
âI do it for youâ for everyone! To keep them safe! You think itâs easy?âÂ
âWell you did a pretty good job because from what I see, theyâre shaking in their boots inside grandmaâs hut!â You sarcastically remarked, âBest dad of Pandora, yeah?âÂ
âJesus Christ,â He mutters under his breath before looking up, as if he was pleading for Eywa to lengthen his patience. He then looked at you, eyes momentarily softening. You were breathing heavily, fangs baring. It was funny, he thought. You werenât his daughter and yet you stood in front of him now looking exactly like him.Â
What he didnât understand was that it wasn't Tsuâteyâs attitude that was passed down to youâ rather, it was Jakeâs anger you inherited. This was all him. All his fault.Â
âI thought I had it good, having Toruk Makto as a father. Five year old me was the proudest, if not a bit boastful too.â You muttered, gaze not meeting his. âThereâs this huge difference that draws the line between being the oloâeyktan and a father and youâre doing a real shit job at the latter.â
I miss the latter, you failed to say.Â
You failed to see the way his ears flattened against his head, how his shoulders dropped like he couldnât hold the weight of the worldâs pressure anymoreâ but you were unable to see him. No, you two didnât see each other eye to eye. To know that you failed your child was something a parent would never want to hear. His own daughter resented him and it was a heartache beyond repair.Â
âYou think you make parenting any easier for me?âÂ
âThen I wish you never took me in!âÂ
It was such a thoughtless thing to do; to utter words that you know will only harm you more than they would ever heal - but it was there, finally out of your system; a though that lingered for as long as you can remember. Why take me in? Why raise a kid you wouldn't be able to care for?
You only wished that words could be undone but neither of you knew when to bite one's tongue back.
âYeah?â He challenged, letting out a mocking snicker. âI really wish I didnâtâ is that what you want me to say? Then go ahead and leave. Find a new family, see if they wonât find you any less difficult.â
And that was the final blowâ the push you needed to leave. You looked at him in disbelief, vision blurry with tears. You shoved the bag right to his chest, forgetting it momentarily amidst the shouting session you just had with your father; the one you desperately wanted to present to him. With nothing else to say, you stormed off, leaving him behind.Â
Oh Eywa, there is nothing else as undoing as being an eldest daughter.Â
believe me, i've been trying to post this since 7 am and it's already a quarter 'til 9. tumblr has got to b fucking w me bec i just ran through at least 4 problems trying to get this on my account
anyway, hellaur. i know this is a bit overdue, but i had to make adjustments because i just had to get everyone's inputs and opinions in! i absolutely LOVE everyone's ideas nd you best believe i am trying to make everything word (also bec of the fact that i am a slow writer, so pls bear w me) hopefully i'm doing the story justice! this part went through a lot of modifications bec i kept feeling unsatisfied (i still am, kinda)
also, i couldn't tag a few people! 'm so sorry, some of the names don't pop up when i type it down ;(
tags: @erm2020quinzeanos @al-lethan @violilaqrs @sparklyphantom @iwanttohitmyself @planetslove @teyamsjustsleeping @sully-stick-together @grandgreengrapes @erensbbg @queen-dk @loaklvr @theyoungeagle @ducks118 @teyyyteyyy @yeosxxx @simply-lovely78 @ellabellabus07 @thehoneymushroomhealer @saturdayrj @kingjulian0o9 @hippiezworldz @joemamalackin @random-3455 @zoetrope1997 @cl0esblogg @anxietydrogz @lokisfirstandlastwife @hiddensnow1 @lunyyx @pearlsandcoconuts @blkmystery @marsbars09 @gcldtom @luna-salem @wolflover384 @mushy-mushroom04 @whatthemonsterfuckisthis @eternalidentity @celi-xxmoon @dumb-fawkin-bitch
#mauve writes â˘Â°. *ŕż#avatar#avatar the way of water#jake sully x daughter!reader#dad!jake x daughter!reader#jake sully#sully!reader#neytiri x daughter!reader#tuktirey te suli neytiri'ite#neteyam x sister!reader#neteyam#neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan#loak x sister!reader#lo'ak te suli tsyeyk'itan#loak#kiri x sister!reader#kiri te suli kĂŹreysĂŹ'ite#tuk x sister!reader#tuktirey#tsu'tey#tsu'tey x daughter!reader#family feels#found family#avatar angst#angst#avatar 2009
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Dwarf sized man of the Orchestra of Mauves, Normandy region of France
French vintage postcard
#tarjeta#postkaart#dwarf#the orchestra of mauves#sepia#mauves#historic#france#photo#man#postal#briefkaart#photography#sized#vintage#ephemera#ansichtskarte#old#postcard#normandy#french#region#postkarte#carte postale#orchestra
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Deleece Cook
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ăăăĄăă by Mauve [Twitter/X] âťIllustration shared with permission from the artist. If you like this artwork please support the artist by visiting the source.
#hoshimachi suisei#ćčĄăăăă#hololive#ăăăŠă¤ă#vtuber#ăťăăžăĄăăăăăź#mauve#swimsuit#posted art
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We're mauve-struck! đ¤Š
The mesmerizing mauve stinger is a stunner, literally! Although small in size (its bell can be a few inches in diameter), its long tentacles and the bumps on its bell pack a powerful punch to protect from predators and paralyze prey.
#monterey bay aquarium#stunning stinger#spread the jelly love like jam on toast#mauve at first sight
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Jijumas Kida Yum Yum from Atlantis [Pedigree] & Swe-Scot Quenya [Pedigree]
Jijumas Noisette [Pedigree]
đą Oriental Longhair
đ¸ Monica Molinder [S*Jijumas]
đ¨ Fawn Caramel, Cinnamon
#photo#oriental#oriental longhair#OLH#cinnamon#fawn#dilute#self#mauve#caramel#o#pm#comparison#named#pedigree#coi fair#coi high#s jijumas#jijumas kida yum yum from atlantis#jijumas noisette#swe scot quenya
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they both have horrible fucking loud HOOOUURGH type of snore and they are both immune to hearing it <3
they also bypassed a bed
#this is not shipping art and neither is just duo art but a secret third thing - idk tag as you see fit#also figuring out how to draw skizz....#zedaph#skizzleman#hermitcraft s10#hermitcraft#mauv's work
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