#tes tuesdays

[arundolyn]

happy testament tuesday

[tiredela]

"The rotten lich still reeks of elvish blood."

[skyrim-forever]

It’s Tortellini Tuesday 👏👏👏

[niuxita21]

Desi and Cata + “Te amo”

[todayisafridaynight]

Morning! I'm here to harass you. 🤭

Hangover status?

And how vivid is the memory of stream? 🤣

GOOD MORNING STARS you could never harass me 😤

and LIKE I SAID DURING STREAM i never get hangovers !!!!!!! ive also been awake since like. 4AM so even if i did get one i'd prob be fine by now LOL

and trust. i remember. Everything from stream.

[girlthativealwaysbeen]

mujhe ghar jaana hai

[elijones94]

🇵🇷✝️ Today at San Pablo, I was tasked with designing gift bags to be passed out to the kids who will attend San Pablo’s Easter service this Sunday. The words “Jesús te ama” is Spanish for “Jesus loves you”. The day was mostly a day of maintenance work throughout the church.

[psychesmoon]

god's favourite little clown moment of the century part 2 electric boogaloo this time with health issues in a leading role. 4 oscars 6 nominations

[nikosasaki]

last week of work this week before summer holidays, so if you thought I've been active for the past two weeks it's only going to get worse from here <3

[nonenglishsongs]

Top 40 Tuesday - #17 in Hot NZ Singles (New Zealand) | Kurawai, Ria Hall, Te Kuru Dewes, Troy Kingi - Toitū Te Tiriti (Māori)

[adrienneleclerc]

Heyy can you write a onsehot of charles being really really really clingy to the reader ,like wanting cuddels kisses

YES!!!!! I don’t think I ever wrote Charles in a clingy way so it’ll be fun to try!

Attached at The Hip

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Hispanic/Latina reader

Summary: Charles has a break between races and decides to spend it with his girlfriend. However, his girlfriend is not paying attention to him.

Warning: spelling and grammatical errors

A/N: sorry it’s been a while since I have posted anything, I went to California as my graduation gift. Thank you for your request! I am so happy you like my writing enough to request a oneshot! If I haven’t gotten to your request yet, I AM WORKING ON IT, te lo juro por las haditas.

Charles had a 3 week break between races and what better way to spend this break than with his lovely girlfriend? When Charles came back Tuesday afternoon, he cuddled with his girlfriend, they watched a movie together, he gave her many kisses because he missed her so much. However, Wednesday morning Charles woke up without Y/N by his side and with the smell of baked goods. Charles walked into the kitchen and saw Y/N with her cupcake apron, frosting one batch of cupcakes, pulling another batch out of the oven, and putting another batch in the oven.

“Mon ange, it’s 7 am, what are you doing baking?” Charles asked.

“I received an order for cupcakes, muñeco. It’s a birthday party so I’m making cupcakes for the children and for the adults. I made margarita cupcakes for the adults and s’mores cupcakes for the children. I obviously wanted the cupcakes to be fresh, the party starts at 1, that also gives me time to deliver these.” Y/N said, showing Charles the tray of macarons that were made yesterday before he came over. “I spent the entire morning frosting them. If you can take the cupcakes out of the oven when the timer rings, I would greatly appreciate it.”

“I thought we were going to spend the day together.” Charles pouted, getting closer to hug Y/N but she walked away from his hug.

“Muñeco, i would love to cuddle you, but I have to deliver these to the café before they open.” Y/N packed the macarons in boxes very carefully and left the apartment, leaving a very sad Charles. When the timer dinged, he took out the cupcakes using Y/N’s oven mitts and placed them on top of the stove, turning off the oven. Y/N got back with bags of groceries for her apartment and her business.

“Ma Belle, are you still going to bake?” Charles asked.

“Charles, i supply macarons everyday for a café plus personal orders. I’m a busy girl, muñeco.” Y/N responded, Charles hugged her from behind.

“Can’t you take a break, please.” Charles whispered in her ear, kissing her neck as well.

“Muñeco…” Y/N whines

“I haven’t gotten any attention today.” Charles whined

“Let me frost the cupcakes and I’ll give you all the attention you want. Until 12 that is, then I’ll have to deliver these cupcakes.” Y/N said.

“I’ll take it.” Charles pulled away from Y/N, kissing her and letting her do a baker’s job. As soon as she finished frosting the cupcakes, she laid down with Charles and he was very happy with her in his arms. They watched the Spanish TV show “Ni Una Más” with English subtitles for Charles when Y/N’s phone rings, it was the mom who was throwing the birthday party.

“Hello, yes the cupcakes are ready, I’ll be over there in a few. S’mores cupcakes for the kids and margarita cupcakes for you guys, alright, bye.” Y/N hung up the phone. “Muñeco, I gotta go.” Y/N tried to get up but Charles held her tighter.

“No, please stay.” Charles begged against her neck.

“Muñeco, this is how I make my rent, I have to drop off the cupcakes.” Y/N said, getting up successfully and putting the cupcakes in their respective containers. Charles got up as well.

“At least let me drive you.” Charles said.

“Nope, you’re staying here like a good boy, okay.” Y/N said, opening the apartment door with cupcake boxes in hand. “Stay…good boy.” Y/N left the apartment, leaving Charles again.

After Y/N was paid 200 euros for the cupcakes since they are flavors that not everyone else makes, she went back to her apartment and found Charles on the couch.

“Finally, you’re home! Let’s spend some time together, yes? We should go out on the yacht.” Charles said, “or we could stay in bed,” Charles hugged Y/N from behind.

“You’re so clingy. But you’re adorable, let’s go.” Y/N said. Charles silently cheers and grabs Y/N’s hand to lead her into her bedroom so they could watch TV and rot in bed together.

The End

I hope you like it, I don’t know how to write “clingy” because I have a fearful avoidant attachment style so I don’t know what “clingy” typically looks like but I hope it’s acceptable

[tiredela]

sorry for the almalexia spam, i just like that woman a lot <33

[hotvintagepoll]

THE TOURNAMENT IS OVER! Eartha Kitt lounges in her deck chair in the sun, dipping her toes in the pool with Toshiro Mifune and sipping a brightly colored fruity something with an umbrella in it.

Far below in the shadow realm, however, the fallen hotties dance in the dark—let's take a minute to look back at them under the cut.

PRELIM PRETTIES:

Claude Gensac, Silvia Pinal, Ewa Aulin, Rita Tushingham, Annette Funicello, Norma Bengell, Catherine Spaak, Brigitte Auber, Micheline Presle, Nanette Fabray, Libertad Lamarque, Vera Miles, Martha Raye, Catherine McLeod, Virginia Mayo, Elizabeth Allan, Belle Bennet, Virginia Cherill, Mary Brian, Ruth Chatterton, Agnes Ayres, Merna Kennedy, Marie Prevost, Corinne Griffith, May Allison, Virginia Brown Faire, Alice Brady, and Jetta Goudal

ROUND ONE WONDERS:

Angie Dickinson, Thelma Ritter, Geraldine Chaplin, Evelyn Preer, Vanessa Brown, Betty Blythe, Susan Hayward, Mae Clarke, Sally Ann Howes, Ossi Oswalda, Adrienne La Russa, Hermione Gingold, Barbara Bouchet, Melina Mercouri, Anna Karina, Edwige Fenech, Charmian Carr, Pina Pellicer, Marlène Jobert, Tsuru Aoki, Alice Roberts, Leila Hyams, Lady Tsen Mei, Geneviève Bujold, Dolores Hart, Anita Berber, Bonita Granville, Vonetta McGee, Claire Windsor, Zizi Jeanmaire, Tuesday Weld, Grace Darmond, Carol Channing, Deanna Durbin, Laraine Day, Mariette Hartey, Wendy Hiller, Candy Darling, Hermione Baddely, Valeria Creti, Ella Raines, Ann Miller, Dana Wynter, Dalida, Martine Beswick, Gale Storm, Simone Signoret, Cristina Gaioni, Mabel Normand, Stéphane Audran, Ruth Weyher, Anna Wiazemsky, Ann Sheridan, Sandhya Shantaram, Alice White, Anne Francis, Gena Rowlands, Lyda Borelli, May Whitty, Cathleen Nesbitt, Jessica Walter, Virna Lisi, Barbara Shelley, Iris Hall, Heather Angel, Anne Shirley, Joanna Pettet, Virginia O'Brien, Joan Collins, Greer Garson, Gracie Allen, Peggy Ryan, Frances Dee, Shirley Maclaine, Geraldine Farrar, Kathleen Byron, Margaret Hamilton, Eva Gabor, Francesca Bertini, Julie Adams, Olga Baclanova, Misa Uehara, Yvette Vickers, Milena Dravić, Jenny Jugo, Madeleine Carroll, Benita Hume, Olive Borden, Shirley Jones, Miyoshi Umeki, Dorothy Lamour, Gale Sondergaard, Mary Anderson, Charlotte Greenwood, Sybil Seely, Mona Barrie, Kathryn Grayson, Katharine Ross, Madge Bellamy, Rhonda Fleming, Sally Gray, Jana Brejchová, Debra Paget, Madame Sul-Te-Wan, Evelyn Brent, Zelma O'Neal, Marie Laforêt, Türkan Şoray, Beatriz Costa, Irene Zazians, Eleanor Powell, Susan Luckey, Patsy Kelly, Lil Dagover, Norma Talmadge, Dorothy Mackaill, Madge Evans, Virginia McKenna, Amália Rodrigues, Mamie Van Doren, Valerie Hobson, Isabel Jeans, Beata Tyszkiewicz, Claire Luce, Aleksandra Khokhlova, Nieves Navarro Garcia, Janet Leigh, Carmen Miranda, Jean Harlow, Aud Egedge-Nissen, Nina Foch, Jean Simmons, Piper Laurie, Katy Jurado, Jayne Mansfield, Anita Garvin, Frances Farmer, Lizabeth Scott, Joan Greenwood, Una Merkel, Arlene Francis, Ethel Merman, Doris Day, Suzanne Pleshette, Ruta Lee, Carolyn Jones, June Richmond, Eva Nil, Diana Dors, Anna Chang, Colleen Moore, Alexis Smith, Yvette Mimieux, Ruby Keeler, Viola Dana, Dolores Grey, Marie Windsor, Danielle Darieux, Jean Parker, Julie Christie, Acquanetta, Leatrice Joy, Ghita Nørby, Julie Newmar, Joanne Woodward, Sandra Dee, Eva Marie Saint, Simone Simon, Katherine Dunham, Birgitte Price, Lee Grant, Anita Page, Flora Robson, Martha Sleeper, Elsie Ames, Isabel "Coca" Sarli, Glenda Farrell, Kathleen Burke, Linden Travers, Diane Baker, Joan Davis, Joan Leslie, Sylvia Sidney, Marie Dressler, June Lockhart, Emmanuelle Riva, Libertad Leblanc, Susannah Foster, Susan Fleming, Dolores Costello, Ann Smyrner, Luise Rainer, Anna Massey, Evelyn Ankers, Ruth Gordon, Eva Dahlbeck, Ansa Ikonen, Diana Wynyard, Patricia Neal, Etta Lee, Gloria Stuart, Arletty, Dorothy McGuire, Mitzi Gaynor, Gwen Verdon, Maria Schell, Lili Damita, Ethel Moses, Gloria Holden, Kay Thompson, Jeanne Crain, Edna May Oliver, Lili Liliana, Ruth Chatterton, Giulietta Masina, Claire Bloom, Dinah Sheridan, Carroll Baker, Brenda de Banzie, Milú, Hertha Thiele, Hanka Ordonówna, Lillian Roth, Jane Powell, Carol Ohmart, Betty Garrett, Kalina Jędrusik, Edana Romney, Geraldine Fitzgerald, Kay Kendall, Ruth Hussey, Véra Clouzot, Jadwiga Smosarska, Marge Champion, Mary Astor, Ann Harding, María Casares, Maureen O'Sullivan, Mildred Natwick, Michèle Morgan, Romy Schneider, Elisabeth Bergner, Celeste Holm, Betty Hutton, Susan Peters, Mehtab, Leslie Caron, Anna Sten, Janet Munro, Nataša Gollová, Eve Arden, Ida Lupino, Regina Linnanheimo, Sonja Henie, and Terry (what a good girl)

ROUND TWO BEAUTIES:

Evelyn Nesbit, Thelma Todd, Tura Satana, Helen Gibson, Maureen O'Hara, Rocío Dúrcal, Mary Nolan, Lois Maxwell, Maggie Smith, Zulma Faiad, Ursula Andress, Musidora, Delphine Seyrig, Marian Marsh, Leatrice Joy, Sharon Tate, Pina Menichelli, Teresa Wright, Shelley Winters, Lee Remick, Jane Wyman, Martita Hunt, Barbara Bates, Susan Strasberg, Marie Bryant, Diana Rigg, Jane Birkin, Rosalind Russell, Vanessa Redgrave, Brigitte Helm, Gloria Grahame, Rosemary Clooney, Bebe Daniels, Constance Bennett, Lilian Bond, Ann Dvorak, Jeanette Macdonald, Pouri Banayi, Raquel Welch, Vilma Bánky, Dorothy Malone, Olive Thomas, Celia Johnson, Moira Shearer, Priscilla Lane, Dolores del Río, Ann Sothern, Françoise Rosay, June Allyson, Carole Lombard, Jeni Le Gon, Takako Irie, Barbara Steele, Claudette Colbert, Lalita Pawar, Asta Nielsen, Sandra Milo, Maria Montez, Mae West, Alma Rose Aguirre, Bibi Andersson, Joan Blondell, Anne Bancroft, Elsa Lanchester, Nita Naldi, Suchitra Sen, Dorothy Van Engle, Elisabeth Welch, Esther Williams, Loretta Young, Margueritte De La Motte, Ita Rina, Constance Talmadge, Margaret Lockwood, Barbara Bedford, Josette Day, Stefania Sandrelli, Jane Russell, Doris Dowling, Zsa Zsa Gabor, Donna Reed, Ruby Dee, Diana Sands, Billie Burke, Kyōko Kagawa, Françoise Dorléac, Hend Rostom, Monica Vitti, Lilian Harvey, Marjorie Main, Jeanne Moreau, Lola Flores, Ann Blyth, Janet Gaynor, Jennifer Jones, Margaret Sullavan, Sadhana, Ruby Myers, Lotus Long, Honor Blackman, Marsha Hunt, Debbie Reynolds, Michèle Mercier, Irene Dunne, Jean Arthur, Judy Holliday, Tippi Hedren, Susse Wold, Vera-Ellen, Carmelita González, Nargis Dutt, Purnima, Harriet Andersson, Yvonne De Carlo, Miroslava Stern, Sheila Guyse, Helen, Margaret Dumont, Betty Grable, Joan Bennett, Jane Greer, Judith Anderson, Liv Ullman, Vera Zorina, Joan Fontaine, Silvana Mangano, and Lee Ya-Ching

ROUND THREE ELECTRIFIERS:

Jean Hagen, Sumiko Mizukubo, Mary Philbin, Ann-Margret, Margaret Rutherford, Claudia Cardinale, Eleanor Parker, Jessie Matthews, Theresa Harris, Brigitte Bardot, Alla Nazimova, Faye Dunaway, Marion Davies, Anna Magnani, Theda Bara, Myrna Loy, Kay Francis, Fay Wray, Barbra Streisand, Bette Davis, Hideko Takamine, France Nuyen, Claudine Auger, Miriam Hopkins, Maylia Fong, Samia Gamal, Maude Fealy, Machiko Kyō, Sharmila Tagore, Lucille Ball, Ginger Rogers, Juanita Moore, Anna Fougez, Waheeda Rehman, Ruan Lingyu, Nina Mae McKinney, Ethel Waters, Nadira, Olivia de Havilland, Abbey Lincoln, Louise Beavers, Agnes Moorehead, Lana Turner, Norma Shearer, Maria Falconetti, Reiko Sato, Marie Doro, Clara Bow, Margaret Lindsay, Catherine Denueve, Madhabi Mukherjee, Rosaura Revueltas, Hu Die, Mary Pickford, Fredi Washington, Louise Brooks, Leonor Maia, Merle Oberon, Paulette Goddard, Vivien Leigh, Francine Everett, Savitri, Tita Merello, and Meena Kumari

ROUND FOUR STUNNERS:

Judy Garland, Dorothy Dandridge, Yoshiko Yamaguchi, Marilyn Monroe, Irene Papas, Lupe Vélez, Pola Negri, Gene Tierney, Barbara Stanwyck, Gina Lollobrigida, Lena Horne, Nutan, Jean Seberg, Kim Novak, Gladys Cooper, Tallulah Bankhead, Linda Darnell, Julie Andrews, Carmen Sevilla, Gloria Swanson, Glynis Johns, Anne Baxter, Angela Lansbury, Anita Ekberg, Toshia Mori, Deborah Kerr, Hazel Scott, Chelo Alonso, Cyd Charisse, Nancy Kwan, Devika Rani, Shima Iwashita, and Anouk Aimée

ROUND FIVE SMOKESHOWS:

Setsuko Hara, Pearl Bailey, Joan Crawford, Madhubala, Marpessa Dawn, Keiko Awaji, Rita Hayworth, Veronica Lake, Ava Gardner, Greta Garbo, Grace Kelly, Xia Meng, Suraiya, Natalie Wood, María Félix, and Mbissine Thérèse Diop

ROUND SIX SEXY LADIES:

Marilyn Monroe, Sophia Loren, Vyjyanthimala, Jane Fonda, Katharine Hepburn, Josephine Baker, Elizabeth Taylor, and Ingrid Bergman

QUARTER FINALIST GLAMAZONS:

Audrey Hepburn, Marlene Dietrich, Anna May Wong, and Lauren Bacall

SEMIFINALIST ICONS:

Rita Moreno, Diahann Carroll

FINALIST FABULOSITY:

Hedy Lamarr

ULTIMATE CHAMPION OF THE HOT & VINTAGE MOVIE WOMAN TOURNAMENT:

Eartha Kitt

[ghoulinfuschia]

It’s 2:32 am. I have a close friend of mine coming over tomorrow for a sleepover so I decided to stay up late to clean my room. While rummaging through some old stationary I found a folded paper. Unfolding it revealed a drawing made with garish crayola markers. Happy Christmas (I was under the influence of my nighttime meds while drawing this. I hope you like it), it read.

It took me a moment of inspection to realize this was drawn by someone no longer in my life. A girl with fiery red hair, round cheeks, and professionally sharpened canines. A vampire who resembled the sun.

It was an autumn unrequited romance. We met at a party held by our school to kick off the fall semester. She was new to the city after taking two semesters remotely from her hometown. It was sudden how she quite literally jumped in front of me and asked to be my friend. Unfortunately for me though, the moment I saw her my heart’s target locked. Needless to say, we were screwed from the start.

The next few months was an agonizing dance of “will we won’t we”. There was a hint of interest on her side, but she was too afraid to try for us. Even so, we stayed friends. We went foraging for leaves at our local park. We sang crappy songs while blasting music in an empty underground parking lot at midnight. We bid farewell every Tuesday evening while excitedly planning what we’d do next on the following one. It seemed like, for those few months, she was deeply engrained in my daily life. There was an underlying uneasiness though.

One day she disappeared. She wanted a break, then we suddenly stopped talking. She left as abruptly as she appeared, and her absence was difficult to ignore. No more texts, no more long calls… no more polaroids to add to my diary pages.

Looking back I should’ve known we wouldn’t work out, but even so the brief time we spent together brought me so much joy. I folded her note and pressed it between my palms as if to pray.

I now say goodbye to you. Thank you for the laughs, the late night shenanigans, and the memories. I hope you find yourself where you want to be. Te quiero mucho.

Into the recycling it goes.

[gmggmgracielasblog]

¿Cuántos días crees que he vivido?no los conté, no hacia falta. No importa si es lunes o viernes o el último jueves del mundo, ya los vivi todos de una vez, en un solo golpe. Era lunes, pero también era jueves, y los domingos se vestían de martes cuando nadie miraba. Esos días eran todos el mismo día, cambiaban de nombre para disimular. para hacer creer que algo pasaba, cuando en realidad nada pasaba, o si pasaba, ya se había ido antes de llegar. ¿Lo ves ahora? El último jueves del mundo. se parece al primer sol, y ahora me preguntas cuántos días he vivido,como si pudiera responderte.Ya los viví todos de una vez.los días,los años, el último jueves del mundo.Y ninguno fue distinto. No hay un número exacto para los días que uno vive en espiral.cuando todos te dejan cuando tus promesas te las llevaste y lo único que me acompaña en mis sueños es soñarte 🌹☁️🌛😴 GMG ✍🏼😴

كم عدد الأيام التي تعتقد أنني عشتها؟ لم أحسبها، لم أكن بحاجة لذلك. لا يهم إذا كان يوم الاثنين أو الجمعة أو الخميس الأخير في العالم، فقد قمت بتجربتها جميعًا مرة واحدة، بضربة واحدة. كان يوم الاثنين، ولكنه كان أيضًا يوم الخميس، وفي أيام الأحد كانوا يرتدون ملابس مثل أيام الثلاثاء عندما لا يراقبهم أحد. تلك الأيام كانت كلها نفس اليوم، لقد غيروا أسمائهم لإخفاء ذلك. لجعل الناس يعتقدون أن ش��ئًا ما كان يحدث، بينما في الواقع لم يحدث شيء، أو إذا حدث بالفعل، فقد ذهب بالفعل قبل وصوله. هل تراه الآن؟ الخميس الأخير في العالم. تبدو كالشمس الأولى، والآن تسألني كم يومًا عشت، وكأنني أستطيع أن أجيبك، لقد عشتها جميعًا مرة واحدة، الأيام، السنوات، آخر خميس في العالم ولا شيء منهم كانوا مختلفين. ليس هناك عدد محدد للأيام التي يعيشها المرء في دوامة عندما يتركك الجميع، عندما تأخذ وعودك والشيء الوحيد الذي يرافقني في أحلامي هو الحلم بك 🌹☁️🌛😴. GMG ✍🏼

How many days do you think I've lived? I didn't count them, there was no need. It doesn't matter if it's Monday or Friday or the last Thursday of the world, I've already lived them all at once, in one fell swoop. It was Monday, but it was also Thursday, and Sundays were dressed up as Tuesdays when no one was looking. Those days were all the same day, they changed names to disguise. To make believe that something was happening, when in reality nothing was happening, or if it was happening, it was already gone before arriving. Do you see it now? The last Thursday of the world. It looks like the first sun, and now you ask me how many days I've lived, as if I could answer you. I've already lived them all at once. The days, the years, the last Thursday of the world. And none of them were different. There is no exact number for the days that one lives in a spiral. When everyone leaves you When your promises were taken away And the only thing that accompanies me in my dreams is dreaming of you 🌹☁️🌛😴

🌛☁️💤😴🌹❤️

[soupandsauce]

My 'Tiri

Fem!Avatar Reader x Neytiri Te Tskaha Mo'at'ite

Summary: In which Neytiri comes home tired after a successful hunt, and you, being the mate sent from Eywa, takes care of her and makes her feel so very special &lt;3

Look at her <3 sleepy tiri with the baby hairs.

She seemed angry with me the first time our paths intertwined in the lush forests of Pandora. It was a Tuesday evening, the vibrant clementine colored sunset left the most heavenly sheen on the jungle floor. I was sitting under a mighty tree who's bark resembled that of lizard skin, typing away on my MacBook the details of a large plant I had discovered that morning. The air was thick with moisture from the light rain a few hours before. Exotic yelps and chirps from fauna nearby had been playing like a broken record, echoing slightly from the sheer size of the forest.

"Kempe si nga"

My heart falls twelve stories off a high-rise building in Manhattan. The familiar words of a Native barge into my ears as my body tenses up faster than the gasp that spills from my lips moments after.

It was harsh in the way she asked it, like sandpaper trying to shape wood the way she wanted it, wanting me out of her jungle.

Her eyes hold planets and her skin holds the sea. The starts cluster on her face in a pattern only Eywa could create. They glow brightly watching me. Her head tips to the side as she examines me, her tail moves curiously behind her.

I stay silent. Not that I want to, but because I can't get the words out of me for the death of me. I am terrified and entranced by her presence.

" You are Faysawtute, why have you come to us wearing our skin?" She asks, her wooden bow tapping my side.

I swallow hard.

"I have come to learn." I say, my voice shaking like a small dog.

"Fayvrrtep do not learn, they do not see as Na.viyä do." She says, every word piercing through my skin like daggers.

"Believe me, Oel ngati kameie. Your home has been stolen from you by a greedy species that does not know peace. They have killed their mother. And they're going to kill yours too if we do not stop them. Skiva'a, skiva'a!" I say, motioning my hand towards home tree.

"Why should I believe you?" She says more gentle than the rest of her words, Her head tilting again in curiosity.

"Because I fell in love with Eywa. With all she has created and balanced for Na'viyä." I say, emotion coating my words like a thick snow.

That was 7 years ago

Since then, I have made the consciousness transfer and become one with Na'viyä. We lead the clans to victory in a colossal battle against the RDA. Many lives were lost. Many were wounded. But Na'viyä won their home back. We live peacefully hear in the lush forests inside home tree, the thick walls provide safety and warmth.

Neytiri, alongside the rest of the hunting party provides food and hides for the clan. Ninat provides Na'viyä entertainment and inspiration with her singing and music. Mo'at provides healing and interprets the will of Eywa. And I contribute by helping around wherever I can, whether that's assisting the elderly carry their belongings, cooking meats and tseylu, or weaving feathers onto arrows.

"Oel ngati kameie." I hear the familiar voice hum into my ear.

Neytiri presses her forehead into my cheek before sitting beside me on the woven mats of our shared hut. She rests her head on my shoulder and watches me tie off another bead on a bracelet I have been working on.

"How was hunting, paskalin?" I say in a whisper, feeling her tiredness seep into my skin where she touches me.

"Very successful." She whispers back.

"I am ready to relax with you, ma yawntu."

I smile as I tie off the bracelet, creating a good place to pause the craft, and face Neytiri. I look at her face with a smile. I admire her features, Her eyes that seem heavy, and her lips that part as she breathes out.

"How does a bath in the stream sound?" I whisper, seeing her eyes close and a smile creep up on her face. She looks so heavenly. Always. Eywa was generous with me.

"As much as I want it, I don't feel like I have the energy to make it down Hometree." She says.

I huff a small amount of air out of my nose, laughing.

"Then I would love nothing more than to wash you clean right here, Ma Paskalin."

Neytiri smiles wide with tired eyes and crashes into our bed. She lays on her back, staring up at me, who has already prepared a cloth in water for her.

"You love me so beautifully, yawne." She whispers, already with closed eyes, feeling me caress her sticky skin with the cloth.

"It feels so good." She hums, feeling the cold cloth wipe her clean from the long days hunt.

She falls deep asleep before I get to her face, gently wiping the sheen of sweat off her forehead and tucking her hair out of her face. I bend down slowly, not to wake her, and plant a nurturing kiss to her forehead.

"Goodnight my love. May your dreams be happy and your sleep be plentiful."

"My Tiri."