#unaggressive

[serpentface]

Brakul participating in the khaitwrestling tournament in the city of Wardin’s annual games. He is grappling with his beloathed rival, a Titen youth with a cooler beard named Gijo Sihgawe.

Brakul is using a technique where he attempts to gain a solid hold of his opponent's body and will then spur his khait into a run, using the animal’s momentum to drag the opponent off his mount. This can be a risky endeavor (as one attempting this maneuver might be wrenched off their OWN khait if their foe has a stronger grip) but is considered rather impressive and crowd pleasing when performed successfully. 

Khait wrestling is a sport that was brought to broader Imperial Wardi culture via the Hill Tribes, and is very popular in the west and south of the region. The Wardi brand of khait wrestling is similar in basic form and structure to its progenitor traditions, but has developed into its own unique variant. The goal of the sport is to force the other rider to dismount (via pulling or shoving them off) and to lead both khait out of the ring.

Wardi khait wrestling is performed in a wide, circular ring. Combatants begin with their khait standing parallel, and attempt to shove or pull opponents off of their mount. Fighting halts if the riders step out of the ring, and both must reposition themselves at the center before the match can resume.

Combatants are only permitted to fight via grappling. Punches, kicks, intentional twisting of extremities, attacks with the spur, jabs at the eyes, intentional trampling, etc are prohibited (and called by referees. Their calls can be incredibly controversial). Notably, the pulling of hair is generally Not outright prohibited, so longhaired riders usually wear their hair tight to the scalp or under a cap, and many devoted wrestlers keep their heads shaved. 

A match ends when one combatant has forced their opponent to the ground AND successfully leads their khait out of the ring while remaining mounted. If a dismounted rider manages to regain control of their khait before it is led away, the match continues. Bouts between equally matched opponents can be very lengthy. Official competitions held in annual games tend to have time limits, at which point the match is scored by referees based on a point system (usually tallying number of falls and scoring points per certain types of grapples).

Khait wrestling requires strong, calm, well trained and exceptionally even-tempered khait that can remain unpanicked as their riders fight atop them. Most are mares or geldings, though occasional intact bulls with particularly gentle temperaments make appearances. Hornless or blunt-horned khait are preferred (some local games only accept hornless) as even the most placid khait's horns can become dangerous to their wrestling riders. A khait that intentionally injures another rider or khait (through biting or kicking) will be banned from official events, and often become fodder for sacrifice (khait are rare as animal sacrifices, and also considered among the best for the same reason- their high value).

Saddles are made especially for this sport, and are designed specifically to Not provide significant security to the rider (they are flat and lack stirrups), making riders entirely reliant on strength and balance. Riders wear loose trousers (quite uncommon in the region, where robes or skirts are generally worn), belted at the waist to avoid being yanked off during a bout. They wear high laced riding boots with small spurs.

This and other mounted events are usually accessible only to wealthy athletes (or athletes with wealthy sponsors), as there is a significant cost barrier to khait ownership to begin with in the cities, and animals suitable for this sport are particularly expensive. These matches are functionally a showcase of wealth and power for their participants. Though riders must wear simple clothing and are provided basic saddles, their mounts may be lavishly groomed and ornamented. The costuming shown here is actually on the less ostentatious end of the spectrum for a typical city tournament.

Additional notes:

Brakul's khait here is one of his favorites (he has twelve), a huge, shaggy mare named Emense, a Wardi word that translates close to 'beloved'.

Brakul has participated in nine of Wardin's annual games, and placed first in khait wrestling three times. He enjoys modest local fame for this and has used most of his winnings to buy more khait and khait accessories.

Goji is a relative newcomer and won first in the last two annual tournaments. This drawing depicts moments before his second win, where Brakul does, in fact, fail at his awesome maneuver and get wrenched off his khait.

Goji rides an intact bull, a relative rarity. He is an exceptionally placid and gentle creature, named 'Moose' after a strange and exotic beast from the north.

Khait wrestling among the Hill Tribes has dozens of local variants, but commonalities that distinguish these from the adopted Wardi tradition is that the goal is specifically to knock off the other rider AND mount their khait AND THEN lead both from the ring, and that it's done with actual saddles.

[eyefuckingroll]

white guys are so nice wow

[scarareg]

Ok but I am low-key in love with the way Nico describes Will in Blood of Olympus when Will is re-introduced, this time as a major character:

"Will had a way defusing people's anger. [...] Will's shaggy blond hair and pair blue eyes reminded Nico of Jason Grace, but the similarities ended there. [...] Will Solace was more like a lanky cat stretched out in the sunshine. His movements were relaxed and nonthreatening, his gaze soft and far away. In his faded SURF BARBADOS T-shirt, his cutoff shorts and flip-flops, he looked about as unaggressive as a demigod could get, but Nico knew he was brave under fire. During the Battle of Manhattan, Nico had seen him in action- the camp's best combat medic, risking his life to save wounded campers"

[ahsoka-in-a-hood]

I'm going to indulge in a little PSA

It's bee swarming season! So this is my friendly reminder to, if you find yourself with a swarm, please do not call an exterminator. Bees are not pests. There's bound to be some sort of beekeeping association in your area, and there will almost certainly be a beekeeper with room for more bees who will come and scoop up your swarm for free and give them a little bee house. Where I live the fire station keeps a list of beekeepers for this exact situation so people call them.

Also a general background on swarming: swarming is a normal part of bee reproduction. In spring the population of a healthy colony will expand rapidly, and they soon run out of space in their nest. So they will raise new queens and the colony will split, with half of them accompanying the old queen to a new location some distance away. Scouts will spend a day or two looking for a good place to nest while the swarm balls up somewhere waiting for a decision. Swarming bees are surprisingly unaggressive and can basically be scooped into a box.

(Beekeepers do generally try to have some control over this reproductive process. Loose swarms don't have great survival rates, and also that's half your colony gone with the wind. If they want the colony to split, they tend to pre-empt them and just move the half of the colony with the old queen into a new hive while they're still raising the new ones. They can also sell half a colony to another beekeeper. If they'd rather they did not split, they'll keep giving them more space in the hive to expand into. A beekeeper can lose control of the situation though- imagine you had weeks of late rain/cold, preventing you from opening the hive to do any of that, and then the weather breaks and your bees, who have been going stir-crazy that whole time, are gone before you got your boots on. It can happen. There are some beekeepers who do clip the queen's wings so she can't swarm, which sounds very tricky to do tbh and not common practice for amateurs.)

Anyway: if you see a swarm, don't call an exterminator, find a beekeeper!

[savageboar]

spangle is so fucking funny. he's not as aggressive as i expected. the only thing ive ever personally witnessed him actually attack is snails of all things when i had those but he couldn't give less of a shit about anything else. sometimes he'll stare at the corydoras and flare at them but never attack them but they don't give a shit either bc the albino corydoras are blind. his only purpose in this tank is to be pretty and he knows it.

[ajbullet]

Gabe being his own destruction.

Say what you want about him not “being abusive enough” or being a more relaxed, unaggressive abuser, but the fact is, he was a terrible person. There’s plenty of posts out there analyzing just how deep his abuse ran in Sally and Percy so please go check those out, but the least you can admit is that he was financially and verbally abusive.

He injected himself into the lives of this single mom and her son who love each other so much and took control. He forced himself into a role where he was not needed or wanted and took advantage of this little family.

It is only fitting that he himself caused his own death. I absolutely loved it.

[haggishlyhagging]

Another way to solve the paradox of depressed wives reporting their marriages as happy is to view the socialization process as one which "deforms" them in order to fit them for marriage as now structured. We cut the motivational wings of young women or bind their intellectual feet, all the time reassuring them that it is all for their own good. Otherwise, no one would love them or marry them or take care of them. Or, if anyone did, they would be unhappy and feel caged if they had wings and could not fly, or unbound feet and could not run.

There may have been a time when this made sense. It might well be asked if it still does. But whether it makes sense or not, we are quite remarkably successful. We do not clip wings or bind feet, but we do make girls sick. For to be happy in a relationship which imposes so many impediments on her, as traditional marriage does, a woman must be slightly ill mentally. Women accustomed to expressing themselves freely could not be happy in such a relationship; it would be too confining and too punitive. We therefore "deform" the minds of girls, as traditional Chinese used to deform their feet, in order to shape them for happiness in marriage. It may therefore be that married women say they are happy because they are sick rather than sick because they are married.

There are some researchers who believe that this is indeed the case. They note that our standards of mental health for men are quite different from those for women, that if we judged women by the standards which we apply to men they would show up as far from well. A generation ago, Terman could judge women who were conformist, conservative, docile, unaggressive, lacking in decisiveness, cautious, nontolerant to be emotionally stable and well balanced. They were the women who had achieved an adjustment standard of mental health. They fitted the situation they were trained from infancy to fit. They enjoyed conformity to it. They were his "happily" married women.

But modern clinicians see them in a different light. Inge K. Broverman and her associates, for example, ask whether a constellation of traits which includes "being more submissive, less independent, less adventurous, more easily influenced, less aggressive, less competitive, more excitable in minor crises, having their feelings more easily hurt, being more emotional, more conceited about their appearance, less objective"—a constellation of traits which a set of clinicians attributed to mature adult women—isn't a strange way of "describing any mature, healthy individual." These researchers conclude that we have a double standard of mental health, one for men and one for women. We incorporate into our standards of mental health for women the defects necessary for successful adjustment in marriage.

We do our socializing of girls so well, in fact, that many wives, perhaps most, not only feel that they are fulfilled by marriage but even hotly resent anyone who raises questions about their marital happiness. They have been so completely shaped for their dependency and passivity that the very threat of changes that would force them to greater independence frightens them. They have successfully come to terms with the conditions of their lives. The do not know any other They do not know that other patterns of living might yield greater satisfactions, or want to know. Their cage can be open. They will stay put.

-Jessie Bernard, The Future of Marriage

[ox-imagines]

Giving HTTYD Dragons to the TDB Characters

Pt. 1 | Frostheim + Vagastrom

Jin - Bewilderbeast

Breathes ice and is the alpha over every dragon regardless of species, ie. can tell any dragon what to do and it’ll do it (sound familiar?). I also feel like he’d be unphased by its monstrous size.

Tohma - Deadly Nadder

Highly intelligent and a bit vain, Nadders are strong in combat, though are very precise rather than reckless. They are loyal and powerful, picky eaters, and keep themselves well-groomed at all times.

Kaito - Hobgobbler

You can’t convince me he’d be willing to get on a full-sized dragon. Hobgobblers are unaggressive and usually idle, and are about the size of a medium-small dog, thus perfect for Kaito to have without being too scared of. They’re also easy to train and tend to be ferocious in battle, so it could easily cover him if he was faltering in a dangerous situation.

Luca - Thunderdrum

Thunderdrums are strong, usually attacking with a loud, concussive sonic blast rather than fire. They’re assertive but respective to older thunderdrums, stubborn, and have a habit of holding grudges, but once won over they’re loyal, and they have a strong parental instinct for any young regardless of if it’s theirs or not.

Alan - Rumblehorn

The Rumblehorn is highly intelligent with a very determined personality, and tend to be aggressive towards people other than their rider. They’re solitary and elusive, but often also protective. They also have a strong sense of smell and are impressive trackers, which might help Alan with his lacking sense of direction…

Leo - Death Song

Death songs are strikingly beautiful and also have a pretty song, but it’s a siren song that it uses to lure prey so it can trap it until it’s ready to eat. It’s easy to be entranced by a death song, but if you see one it’s probably already too late for you. They’re mostly solitary because they’ll cannibalize, and have to be raised from a hatchling in order to be handled.

Sho - Triple Stryke

Triple strykes are confident, intimidating, relentless, and can be arrogant. They’re also scrappy, not giving up easily. They give gratitude, respect, and loyalty to those they think have earned it, and do their best to repay debts.

[serpentface]

The two greatest beasts found in imperial Wardin's waterways, the river drake and the an-nechoi.

River drakes are actually small freshwater leviathans, with their resemblance to crocodiles being a result of convergent evolution. Juvenile drakes live in small, loose groups, but breeding adults are solitary. Full grown adults of the size seen here are rare, and legends speak of river drakes who grew twice as large in ancient times. This may be rooted in truth, as many of Wardin's rivers have depleted in size orr are heavily trafficked, and territory that can sustain such a large adult is increasingly rare.

They kill humans less frequently than crocodiles (also widely found in this region) but tend to have an elevated place in the cultural schema, partly due to their rarity and partly due to their inconspicuousness (they give live birth and never need to emerge on land, and can live completely undetected in an area for years). It is actually juveniles and smaller adults who are more dangerous to humans. Big, older animals do not need to feed as frequently and tend to reserve feeding for seasonal river crossings by migratory antelopes. They spend most of their time expending little energy, often staying so still at the river's surface to bask that water plants collect on their backs.

Nechoi are a family of large omnivorous hooved animals, and an-nechoi are the biggest and most aquatic of the bunch. Their jaws are exceptionally powerful, used in intraspecific combat. They spend most of their day keeping cool in water (usually slow flowing rivers), emerging at night to feed. Most of their diet is plant matter, but they readily scavenge and opportunistically kill prey.

Adult males form territories stretching up to a mile or so from a riverside and will aggressively defend them against other males (and other large animals that compete for food). Females move freely between territories, flocking to males who control the largest and most bountiful stretches of land. While resting in water, they are comparatively unaggressive and will flock into mixed-sex groups (though males will fight even in water when in the presence of receptive females)

An-nechoi are considered very dangerous to humans. Most attacks on humans are a result of territorial aggression or defense of their young, but are occasionally predatory in nature (and they will usually eat their kill either way). They are also known for stealing catches from fishermen, and appearing at the kill sites of hunters on land to scavenge the carcass. They are rarely targeted in subsistence hunting, but are some of the most sought after game in recreational hunts, with a killing of a bull an-nechoi being a marker of status and glory for an experienced hunter.

[vandaliatraveler]

Sunday morning hike at Friendship Hill National Historic Site, after two days of drenching rain that provided some relief from the terrible drought gripping Central Appalachia. I never thought I would be so happy to hear rain droplets smattering on moist leaves again. When the clouds broke above the Monongahela River, it was as if some great spirit had gifted me an impressionists' painting of the earth. Then the oppressive heat returned, and I realized the drought would hang on.

If nothing else, I was enchanted by the gorgeous rose mallow (Hibiscus moscheutos) and whimsical Allegheny monkeyflower (Mimulus ringens) now in bloom along the river's marshy edges. In the deeper woods, the blue cohosh (Caulophyllum thalictroides) is succumbing to summer's heat, but not before leaving behind a gift of iridescent blue berries, shiny like blue porcelain. And the summer boletes have pushed up from the leafy humus of the forest floor with that certain heady perfume only mushroom hunters can love. On a more macabre note, I was mesmerized by a cicada killer (Sphecius speciosus) tackling an unfortunate dog-day cicada (Neotibicen canicularis), which is an annual rather than a periodical cicada. The cicada continued to buzz dutifully as the giant wasp prepared to paralyze it and fly it off to her nest to be eaten alive by her larvae. The wasp literally has to drag that cicada, which is twice her size, up a tree to gain sufficient altitude to take flight. Fortitude and dedication.

As an aside, I was amused by a recent story about some residents of the Pacific Northwest losing their shit over sightings of giant Asian "murder" hornets, only to be informed the presumed felons are native cicada killers, which are unaggressive and harmless to human beings. Rather not live in a constant state of fear and paranoia from murder hornets and other villainous wildlife? Download a free field guide instead. :-)

[ketterdamskaelishprince]

Look I would LOVE to yap and theorize but I can't form a coherent thought about Will aside from him just mirroring behaviors to be accepted but that's something we all know by now wjdjdkdf

He's so passive, unaggressive, and a coward but yet when it comes to Montresor he's ready to throw himself into the fire to protect him and to change everything about himself?? I want to study him but there's not a lot to base ourselves on because he is..always in the background. My boy

YEAH ugh i might even hold out to talk about will until season one finale, or if we get like an insane lore drop about him because there's only so much waxing of poetry i can do before it's like 'this has been said before'.

i want to know MORE goddamnit. i want to know MORE ABOUT him like he's just so interesting and such a wallflower

[inlovewithpandora]

- Something New || Part One -

Pairing: Jake x fem! human/avatar!reader x Neytiri

Synopsis: When you and Jake go on your first expedition in the rainforest it takes a turn…

Content/Warnings: no warnings really, strong language, Jake lowkey being in his silly goofy mood, Jake & y/n getting chased (and captured), mention of Neytiri

Author’s Note: I’m so excited to start this series, I hope you all enjoy this part as much as I did!

- please excuse any mistakes!

Word Count: 2k

Glossary: Eywa'eveng - Eywa Child (what Na’vi call Pandora) || Palulukan - Thanator || Atokirina - Woodsprite || Uniltìrantokx - Dreamwalker || pa'li - Direhorse || Olo’eyktan - Clan Leader || Tsahìk - spiritual leader

- All Na’vi words used are bolded (I used more Na’vi words than usual for some reason😭)

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"One idiot (Jake) with a gun is enough" you heard Grace say as she talked to the recom guy who she told to stay on the ship.

You, Grace, Jake, and Norm were out in your avatar bodies exploring the forest so you and Jake could get a feel of Eywa'eveng as the Na'vi call it. You were a new scientist, just recently added to Grace's research team just like your boyfriend Jake. You were friends with his brother Tom, he was the one who piqued your interest in Pandora and the Na'vi.

Tom taught you little things here and there about the flora, fauna, and the Na'vi and it always left you wanting more which made you sign up for the Avatar program. You were enthusiastic to be alongside your friend on this journey of discovery until you got the news from Jake that he was killed.

It hurt you to the core knowing that you lost one of your closest friends but to also know that he couldn't fulfill his dreams, that he couldn't do the things he worked so hard to attain.

As all of you continued walking through the forest Jake was aiming his gun in every direction that emitted a noise, "Those are just prolemuris Jake" you tell him as you watched the blue and green colored animals swing on different vines and trees.

"Pro-Prole what? What is that?" Jake's face scrunched in confusion at the foreign word

"Pro-le-mur-is" you say slowly for him to understand "It's similar to the monkeys on earth. They are unaggressive and they won't harm us"

Jake didn't have any type of knowledge about Pandora's vast variety of flora or fauna so majority of the time you had to feed him information like you're doing now.

"Relax marine" Grace put her hand on Jake's gun and shoved it towards the ground "You're making me nervous," she told him as she walked away and ventured deeper into the forest.

- timeskip -

Grace and Norm were taking samples from some tree roots and you stood in front of them listening to Grace explain what type of energy transfer was occurring. As you continued observing you could hear footsteps retreating behind you, you turn around and see Jake walking off to another part of the forest.

"Jake you shouldn't be wandering out here by yourself, all of us need to stay together," you say loudly as you walk up to him trying to get his attention

"I'm fine babe I have a gun to protect me" You just roll your eyes at the overconfidence in his tone and walked beside him as he continues looking out for any dangers that might occur.

As both of you walked and talked together you heard some plants rustle behind you. Your ears perked up as you heard the noise so you turned around filled with curiosity. As you turned your heels you came face to face with a palulukan, when you saw it raise it's distinctive crest your ears feel flat to your head and your tail curled behind you.

"J-Ja-Jak-" your words were so jumbled and fear was overbearing you so much that you couldn't properly say his name. Jake didn't understand why you were stammering so he turned around to see what made you act this way.

Once he turned around and saw the ferocious animal his eyes grew wide, "what the fuck is that?!"

"It's a thanator."

"What do we do? Are we supposed to run?"

"Yes run, we should definitely get the hell out of here before it tries to eat us!" you grab Jake's hand and began walking away slowly as you see the palulukan looking in another direction.

Once the palulukan noticed both of you retreating it roared, baring its teeth as it gets ready to pounce. Without a second thought, you and Jake began running through the forest trying to get away from the fearsome predator as fast as possible. You both jump over trees, run through bushes, and many more obstacles that are in your path.

You and Jake crawl under the roots of a tree and he begins to shoot at the vicious animal. The bullets flying just made the palulukan more aggressive than before, it reached its head under the root and grabbed Jake's gun by the mouth, and tossed it away.

Both of you crawled from under the root and continued running. As both of you ran you heard a shout from Jake, "Shit!"

you turned around and saw the palulukan swinging Jake around by his backpack, "Jake!" you screamed out as you watch him being thrown around like a rag doll.

As Jake is being thrown around he came up with an idea to get out of this predicament, he unbuckled his backpack from his waist and was able to get free from the palulukan hold.

Once Jake fell onto the ground you ran over to him, "Jake! Jake! Are you okay?!" You asked him as you scanned his body to make sure he didn't have any injuries. "Yes yes I'm fine let's just away from this crazy ass animal" Jake scrambled off the ground, grabbed your hand, and dragged you through the forest.

As both of you continued sprinting through the forest your path comes to an end and are faced with an enormous waterfall, "y/n come on we need to jump!" Jake began looking back to see if the palulukan was near.

"N-No Jake I can't jump! We're too high up! We're going to plummet to our death if we jump!" You ramble on and on about all the things that could go wrong. Your heart was beating faster than it was before, if its pace quickened anymore your heart would beat out of your chest.

Jake put his hands on your shoulders and he could feel you shaking, "Look y/n we have to do this okay? If we don't that thing is going to kill us, come on babe be brave for me okay?"

"O-okay I'll do it" your voice quivers as you look down at the many many feet you'll have to jump. You grab Jake's hand and begin to squeeze his hand, "1...2...3..." At the same time both of you leap off the cliff and gravity pulls both of you towards the massive body of water.

After a few seconds, both of your bodies hit the water, once your body reached the bottom you began to swim to the surface.

When your head went above the water you gasped for air, trying to replenish your lungs with much-needed oxygen.

The flow of the water was rapid, it was pushing you down the stream so fast that you could barely process it. As your body was being pushed downstream you saw tree limbs and roots off to the side. You immediately went over to it and threw your arm over the root so you could stay out in that one spot.

As you look around you don't see Jake anymore which scares you, "Jake! Jake!" you screamed to the top of your lungs calling out for him hoping that he would hear you and pop out of the water.

Your eyes frantically scanned the body of water but nothing. You couldn't see his blue skin, his yellow eyes, nothing. There wasn't a single trace of him anywhere.

After a while of hanging onto the branch still searching for Jake, you realized that you needed to get on land. You climb up the limb as much as possible until you were able to touch the mossy forest floor.

- Timeskip -

You were now wandering around the forest, trying to find any sort of fruit to consume. It's been hours since you and Jake ran away from the palulukan and you still haven't found him yet which gave you an ample amount of anxiety.

You continued walking, mentally praying that Jake returns to you safe and sound.

From above there was a pair of golden eyes watching your every move which went unnoticed by you since your back was facing the tree the person was in.

The pair of eyes belong to no other than Neytiri.

She watched you pick fruit from a small bush as she grabbed her bow and pointed her arrow in your direction, ready to release it and let it pierce your spine.

When she began the process of releasing an Atokirina landed on the tip of her arrow. She was confused by the action, wondering why Eywa gave her this sign, wondering why would Eywa thought that a uniltìrantokx was so important that she should spare her life.

She lowered her bow and watched you curiously for a few moments before disappearing within the shadows of the rainforest meanwhile you were enjoying the juicy fruit you found.

As you sat down on the ground with your back leaning against the tree you heard the snap of a twig which made you furrow your brows. You immediately jumped up and grabbed your knife going into defense mode, as you looked around slowly trying to find the cause of the noise you felt a pair of arms snake around your waist.

Without a second thought, you elbow the person in the face which makes them let go of you. You were about to run off without even looking back at the person until you heard their voice, "Dammit y/n"

You turn around and see Jake rubbing his nose from the pain you caused him, "Jake?!" You run up and hug him, you were so happy to know he was still alive and okay but you didn't like the fact he scared you. When you released him from the hug you shoved him in the chest, "Why did you scare me like that? you idiot! I thought you were a random Na'vi trying to attack me or something!"

"I'm sorry y/n I didn't mean to but you got me back for it though because you hit my nose pretty damn good"

"Sorry about that babe..." you say flashing him a soft smile hoping he would forgive you for hitting him.

"It's whatever now, I'm just glad to see you again" he walked up to you, placing his hands on both sides of your face while gliding his thumbs ever so slightly on your sapphire skin.

Jake looks down at you with eyes filled with happiness from being reunited after not knowing about each other's whereabouts for many hours. Jake leans down slowly, beginning to make his lips come in contact with your soft ones. As you leaned in with him both of your lips connected.

The kiss was something both of you needed, something to help calm both of your spirits since both of you have to spend the night in the forest until morning so someone could come find you.

You thought nothing could disturb this moment between you and Jake... until something did...

Once you and Jake pulled away from each other multiple Na'vi were standing in front of you and Jake with bows and arrows in their hands. You and Jake's first thought was to run away so that's what both of you did... or attempted to do.

Both of you only made it a few feet away before being cornered by more Na'vi warriors who were riding pa'li. Jake pulled out his knife and held you close to him while the warriors on pa'li pointed their bows at both of you while yelping out small war cries.

As they got closer to both of you, aiming the arrows directly at your chest Jake just chuckled with frustration, "You got to be fucking kidding me" he mumbled while dropping the knife on the ground.

The warriors didn't waste any time and grabbed you and Jake forcefully, harshly grabbing you by your biceps, pressing their digits into your skin so hard you were positive that it would leave faint purple marks later.

They began dragging you across the forest, ready to take you and your boyfriend to their Olo'eyktan and Tsahìk so they could determine your fate, so they could decide if you lived to see the next day or they would make you regret stepping foot in the rainforest.

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[livsoulsecrets]

Will Solace was more like a lanky cat stretched out in the sunshine. His movements were relaxed and nonthreatening, his gaze soft and far away. In his faded SURF BARBADOS T-shirt, his cutoff shorts and flip-flops, he looked about as unaggressive as a demigod could get, but Nico knew he was brave under fire. During the Battle of Manhattan, Nico had seen him in action – the camp’s best combat medic, risking his life to save wounded campers.

Nah the way Nico describes Will long before they even became closer might just take me out once and for all

[ebuchieshipper]

I CAN'T STAND THAT ANYMORE

(baby Hanma to grab your attention)

I'm patient man, but this shit is unbelievable STUPID and INSANE. I really tired of it and I need to tell the truth that many avoid BUT IT'S FUCKING TRUTH OPEN YOU DAMN EYES

YUJIRO IS SUCH A TERRIBLE FATHER AND PERSON

Why ppl still trying to show him like great dad? Have you read manga or watched anime with your ass? Or with closed eyes? And turned off the sound completely? Otherwise I can't understand that. If someone ask me: "Why do you think that Yujiro is a shit dad?" I'll show them last animes episodes. Yeah, you can say: "BUT BAKI LOVES HIM AND YUJIRO IS PROUD OF HIM" AND DON'T YOU DARE TO THINK SO

NO, NEVER EVER EVER

Baki is a really shitty argument, he's literally a humanized Daddy Issues. And Mommy Issues... Just one big Parent Issues, poor baby who wants to be loved and protected. He wants to his mother and father be proud of him, respect him, support him. But all he gets is psychological trauma and mental problems: Yujiro killed his mother in front of him, Emi never truly loves him, he growing up alone, training since childhood to please his father, he get bullied. Baki's self-esteem fell to the bottom of the Mariana Trench.

The only one in the family who showed real pride and care to Baki was Jack. Second traumatized child, who even jealousy of him because of their father's attention (I believe he love Baki much more than envies him, just look at these boys) ((their hug was super adorable))

He literally cries every time his parents show him a tiny bit of attention and love. He had a real panic attack when Yujiro came to visit him JUST VISITED HIM AND BABY ALMOST CRIED. It's not normal, he cries when he remembers his mother's last words, cries when Yujiro behaves unaggressively. He was actually scared when his father just RAISED HIS HAND. He thought Yujiro would hit him and then ppl still say he was a good father? Fr???

I mean stop romanticizing abusive father-son relationships... Itagaki needs to stop suffering with this shit first of all. It's unhealthy, sick and awful relationships, I wanna punch Yujiros freaking face (he's so ugly and a bastard too)

At least we have good brothers relations, thanks for that

[greys-headm8-summoner]

can I have a masc little please?? Anywhere from 6-8 (doesn’t have to be a slider) if I have to choose a theme it would be cutecore. Thanks!!

ofc !!!

〜〜〜PROCESSING…〜〜〜

name: Benny, Quill, Winnie, Nathan, Winter

age: 7

labels: male, stargender

pronouns: he/him, ☆/☆s

role: happiness holder

personality traits:

positive: friendly, imaginative, kind

neutral: soft, unaggressive, stylish

negative: self indulgent, impulsive, unrealistic

appearance:

〜〜〜HEADMATE SUMMONED〜〜〜

enjoy!!!!!

[lurkinglurkerwholurks]

Comic lover here! Saw you in the Kon-El tag talking about wanting fics to get to know him better. Might I recommend going to readcomiconline.li and searching for Superboy (1994)? It’s a great resource for getting the character as he was originally written by his creator, which has a lot of details that get passed over in every fic I’ve ever seen of him

Hi! This was such a chill, unaggressive ask, thank you. Unfortunately, it's not what I'm looking for at this time. I've found I very much do need the synthesis of well-written fic as an entry point long before I can even consider touching canon. But again, I appreciate the tone of this.