darls💙

[jung-koook]

everybody move, the DIVA is coming 😌✨️ (cr.)

[jdramasource]

MACKENYU as Roronoa Zoro ONE PIECE: 2.05 "Wax On, Wax Off"

[thatgoddamngingerundercut]

I'm thinking about all the anons my moots have gotten saying that they've given up on BTS and how they think that the boys have a responsibility to be on all the time, that they're idols and that this is their job and they should just do it because that's what they owe the fans, and I just get so goddamn angry because these boys, they're people. They're people first. They're not defined by their jobs any more than the rest of us are.

And I guess that's one thing I will fundamentally never understand about kpop, and why I still think of myself as an outsider looking through the window at this fandom, because I do not understand why so many fans think they're owed anything. You aren't owed shit. They don't owe you shit. They make music. You buy it. That's the transaction. Everything else is just noise. Everything. Whether or not you enjoy it, whether or not you think they've promoted it adequately or made enough of a presence, whether or not they've done extra shit like post on social media or behind the scenes shit or music videos or promos or even performances, it's all noise. None of that is part of the transaction. They make music. You buy it. That's the start and end of it.

You wanna talk about jobs? That's how jobs fucking work. You do your job, and then you are paid for it. Their job as artists is to make music. That's it. The rest is just. noise. And just like any other job, if they want to quit or take a break or scale back, they are allowed to do that. They have a right to do that, and you don't get a fucking say.

But it's more than that, right? We talk a lot about parasocial relationships with idols and how that line between what we are given and what we are owed as fans is blurred by a perceived personal connection, but I don't think anyone really knows or understands what that actually means. This constant presence, and the demand for that constant presence, it moves the goalposts on what exactly it is fans are actually entitled to. And that's an issue that wasn't created by social media but something that was exacerbated by social media. And there's a lot to be said about the replacement of human interaction and the culture of isolationism and the way the lack of consequences for overstepping boundaries has created a generation of people who don't know how to conduct themselves in society at large, but that's a different topic.

My point is, fucking stop it. BTS owes you nothing. Namjoon owes you nothing. All of the members, they owe you fucking nothing. You get the privilege of peeking into their lives when they allow you to do so. That's not a right. You are not owed that. So sincerely, and from the bottom of my heart, fuck all. of. you. who have made these boys feel like they are not enough. These boys have been trying to teach you people that simply existing makes you worthy of love and you've never fucking listened, and you've never given them that same grace, and so you do not deserve to sit at their table. So stop acting like that seat is something you are owed, because it fucking isn't.

[kimsuyeon]

send me an idol and era ↳ jihyo + killin' me good for @nolabelspart01

[lanilei01]

She’s always killing me good🥵🥵

[writerinlearning]

Someday parallels through the movies because every rendition of the ballad has me fucking sobbing in my late 20s (and yes. i cried while making these).

Z-O-M-B-I-E-S 1,2,3 & 4

[lanilei01]

Wondering if anyone can help me find a Jungkook fic or if they’ve read the same one, idk if it’s on HERE or QUOTEV or WATTPAD but i remember the storyline being like

The Reader being a cold mysterious girl who prefers to be alone goes to school with all of BTS and Jungkook doesn’t like her at all and he likes their friend but she likes V, and then one day V decides to befriend the Reader (ALSO I REMEMBER THEY WERE ALL LIKE UNDERGROUND FIGHTERS OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT) and Jungkook hates that because the friend that likes V is sad because they think that V likes the Reader but they begin to form a sibling bond. As the story goes they find out her story and then Jungkook and the Reader start to fall for each other and then they get together, THE END

I swear the title was like “Cold” or something like that🤦🏽‍♀️

Fingers crossed that this reaches the right audience lol

I hope someone knows what I’m talking about because I am dying to reread that fic cos it was beautifully written😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[submersero]

[hotgrlcece]

new deleted scene from ‘sinners’

[midnightvrose]

[bijouxcarys]

(𝟣/𝟤) 𝘙𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘙𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘴 - 𝘌𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟥

@thefairywithboots he really had no right being as fine as he was during this match... literally no fucking right.

[annoyedkayah2395]

AGGY 😭😂😂😂

Shut your... 😭😂😂😂😂😂😂

[punksyeet]

he’s so fucking funny 😭😭

[christiancageadvocate]

Remember that time when Roman came back from his health hiatus and Drew came out and tore his ass up then Seth came to check on his babygirl right before Ambrose wanted to throw hands on behalf of Roman?

[bijouxcarys]

𝘙𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘙𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘴 - 𝘚𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘰𝘳 𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟣

@thefairywithboots I think he looks particularly hottttt in this one sdfigsibfh

[midnightvrose]

bonus (♥):

[rheasesposts]

trouble

neteyam sully x fem!navi!reader

summary : Jake and Y/N go behind Neteyam’s back.

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“You’re making my brain hurt, Lo’ak!” Y/N sneered then scooted away from him to be closer to Kiri. He was attempting braiding her hair and failing terribly which caused him to pull at her head too hard for her liking. Lo’ak huffed and stuck his tongue out at her then stormed off to find Spider. “What a grump.”

Kiri nodded and softly plated Y/N’s hair with nimble fingers, “He is a pain.” Kiri’s parents and her brother, Neteyam, were leading the mountain rounds for the night and left Y/N in charge, despite her not being Jake or Neytir’s child, but Neteyam’s mate. “They will be back soon.”

“Good thing I put Tuk to bed a while ago.” Y/N mumbled, fiddling with the bracelets on her wrists and ankles. All of the them given to her by Tuk or Neteyam. “I should probably go get Lo’ak before they return.”

Kiri sighed, a little mad her parents put Y/N on kid duty and made it her responsibility for a family that wasn’t even hers, not until her and Neteyam officially became one. “Quick.”

Y/N shot up and trekked through High Camp, calling for Lo’ak. There was no response, so Y/N eventually ended up outside the camp on a branch bridge. She cursed in Na’vi after she couldn’t find him. Going farther down from the camp, she detected rustling and laughing in a nearby cave. She yelled again for him, and he came running out of the hiding place with Spider and two Omatikaya girls.

“Don’t tell my father.” Lo’ak pleaded after he saw Y/N’s surprised yet mischievous face. “He’ll skin me alive.”

“Oh, wouldn’t that be so awful?” She teasingly pouted at him then snapped her fingers and pointed to the spot next to her. Lo’ak grumbled as he retreated to her side. “Spider, take them home.” He forcefully nodded and led the girls back. “Why are you so stupid?”

“What?” Lo’ak questioned and kept pace with Y/N as she climbed up some rocks.

“Your parents would have murdered me if I didn’t find you. Why were you out there anyway?” Y/N unexpectedly put a hand on his mouth before he could talk. “I don’t actually care. That was rhetorical. But don’t do that again.”

They reached High Camp, and Y/N saw Jake sitting by the entrance, assumed to be waiting for her and Lo’ak. She dragged a hand down her face then smacked Lo’ak loudly. He whined and ran away from her and to his dad who cackled at Y/N’s action.

“I see you had a problem.” Jake eyed his youngest son who was standing to the left of him. Y/N scratched the hair at the bottom of her scalp then shrugged lightly.

“I mean, nothing I can’t handle.” Y/N boasted playfully, and Lo’ak shoved her to the side. “You little-“

“Language!” Jake quipped before Y/N spoke a nasty word. She zipped her lips and flipped Lo’ak off instead. “Lo’ak, go help Neteyam with the Ikran, I have to speak to Y/N.”

Y/N widened her eyes, “Am I in trouble? Please say no!” Jake shook his head and pulled her to just outside the mountain cavern. “What is it? You’re scaring me.”

“I want you to be on the raid tomorrow.” Jake quieted down, knowing his eldest son and wife were awake in the tent.

“Ok, why is this a secret?”

“Neteyam doesn’t know you’re going, and he isn’t going himself.”

“So, I am committing treason against my mate?”

“Essentially.” Jake laughed, and Y/N gazed at the floating mountains. “He isn’t going to be happy with either of us.”

Y/N snickered while her ears went down in agreement, “But, do tell, why am I going and he isn’t?”

“He would be too worried about you to be an actual lookout for me.” Y/N pursed her lips. “And you are a good warrior, strong.”

“Interesting. Well, I have to prepare for my assassination by your son tomorrow when he realizes I am not home and where I am.”

“I count on it.” Jake whistled.

——

“Fire!” The chief voice Jake used came out when he said that as a train track was blown up. “Y/N, get that plane down.”

“Got it!” She raised her bow and released an arrow pointing at the first pilot, striking him right through the torso. Y/N aimed at the second one, but the gunmen learned of her position and began shooting at her. Now, Y/N was annoyed. An arrow flew for the second time from her bow and made its home in the pilot’s chest. The plane went down, and Y/N whooped with others. “It’s not an issue anymore.”

“Thank you.” Jake shortly transmitted, and Y/N went back to scouting for anymore threats.

Abruptly, bullets were flying at her backside, and she got to the floor, covering herself with her bow. Her eyes found the culprit, an aircraft with four pilots, and many soldiers with guns hanging out the open sides. Y/N huffed as she slightly lifted her bow, and an arrow flew into a soldier’s chest. Dead. The people in the plane didn’t like that. They fired rapidly at her place. “Jake!”

“I see you! Hold on!” Jake alarmed and made his way to his son’s mate. Jake’s gun blasted the ship and it became lopsided and fell into trees on fire. Y/N was still lowered as Jake arrived to her. “Are you hurt?”

“No.” Y/N responded. She stood and exposed the bullet grazes on her arms that were profusely bleeding. Jake gripped the place between her neck and shoulder and shook her. The adrenaline was tiring for Y/N so she began to hiss at the burning sensation. “I stand corrected.”

“My son is going to murder me.” Jake sighed and helped Y/N to her Ikran and holding her still as she was shaking slightly. “Will you be alright to fly back?”

“Yes, yes, of course.” She scoffed, her Ikran already in the sky, and Jake stared as she went out of sight before directing the warriors to fall back. Jake was on his Ikran after his instructions were said, and he followed Y/N closely, detecting whether she might fall. The two plus the warrior party made it to High Camp and the warriors began distributing the weapons and ammunition they raided. Jake and Y/N sneakily ran towards Mo’at’s tent and hoped neither of their mates were in there. The two shot each other relieved looks after Neteyam and Neytiri weren’t with Mo’at.

“Sit, child.” Mo’at hummed to Y/N, and the girl did as she was told. Jake stood at the flap of the tent, watching for Neytiri or Neteyam. Y/N grumbled ever so slightly as Mo’at lathered Y/N’s wounds with a mint leaf ointment. “You are in so much trouble, Toruk Makto.”

Jake shot Mo’at an annoyed glare and snarked, “You are helping, too.”

“I am tending to a warrior who is hurt. No blame in that.” Mo’at sharply cackled and put another kind of paste into Y/N’s injuries. “How are you?”

Y/N tore her eyes from her legs to stare into Mo’at’s eyes, “I am alright until Neteyam learns I am here.”

“Yes.” Mo’at agreed and placed a comforting hand on Y/N’s head. “Jakesully, sulking is not going to get you out of punishment.”

“She is right.” Neytiri appeared and roughly smacked her mate’s arm, and he held the place she touched with an apologetic expression. “My Y/N, what happened?”

“Oh, nothing really.” Y/N brushed off Neytiri’s concern and got to her feet. She could feel Neteyam nearby, and she needed to sprint before he saw her. Jake suddenly looked to her with wide eyes, and she knew exactly what that meant. Before she could even start to move her legs, Neteyam was grasping her upper arm, holding the uninjured part. “No!”

“Y/N.” Neteyam said. “How could you do this?”

“I had no choice, really. Your dad is Toruk Makto, I can’t just deny him.” Y/N weakly explained, and Neteyam’s ears drooped in disappointment. “Don’t look at me like that. I am fine anyway.”

“The medicine all over your arms say otherwise.” Neteyam shot back, and they held a stare-down. Jake and Neytiri peered as the two didn’t back down from each other’s penetrating stares. Finally, Neteyam sighed and pulled Y/N into his chest, “You could have been more hurt.”

“But I wasn’t.” Y/N’s voice was muffled by Neteyam’s skin. Her mate laughed at the sound, and Y/N lifted her head to him. “I am sorry I went behind your back, but I think we should just blame Jake.”

Jake became offended as Neteyam chuckled at Y/N and kissed her lips shortly. “I think so too.”

“Hey!” Jake whined slightly as everyone else giggled. Neytiri pushed Jake out of the tent to most likely scold him. Mo’at shooed Y/N and Neteyam away, so more injured could come for help.

“I am happy to see you.” Y/N muttered into Neteyam’s ear after they sat in their tent and cuddled into each other’s embrace. Neteyam kissed her neck and hummed.

“Likewise, my Y/N.” Neteyam uttered sweetly before putting his hand on her waist and massaging the skin there. “But you had me worried all day.”

“Yeah, yeah. But I came back to you.” Y/N mused while pecking against his lips. “I always will.”

“I hope so.” Neteyam pulled her infinitely closer and the whole night was filled with love from Y/N and Neteyam’s tent.

[jellybear455]

Let me heal you - Neteyam x reader (Part 7)

a/n: Okay but this is a mildly depressing chapter. Also two in one day because I couldn't wait to get this up :)

Characters are aged up.

Warnings: a LOT of spoilers (don't come at me for it), Lo'ak being a shxawng, violence, injury

Readers name is Stela, and uses she/her pronouns.

Word count: 1108

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All hell had broken loose. Ronal and Tonowari were shouting at me, Jake Sully and Neytiri were shouting at Neteyam, and all the adults were shouting at each other.

“We have taken you in out of our kindness and you let your son mess around with my niece?”

“You should have though this through, Neteyam These people have given us sanctuary, and you risk that!”

“Ay, Stela, after I took you in, knowing you had demon blood, thinking I could change you! I almost wish my sister had been killed in the war instead.”

It becomes silent. Ronal covers her mouth with her hand. She had gone too far, and she knew it. Tears prick at my eyes again, but I will not cry. I will not.

“Go back to our mauri.” She whispers. “Go!”

I stand, and Neteyam pulls himself up with me. He gives his parents a sideways glance, before cupping his hand to my cheek. Ronal stays silent.

“Don’t worry, my syulang, I will work this out. Okay?” He mutters.

“Okay,” I whisper back, but somehow this feels like goodbye. I kiss his forehead, Ignoring how Neytiri squeaks in annoyance. “I will see you later, my Teyam.”

As I leave the mauri, my eyes begin to sting. The whole walk back, I cry bitter tears. I ache for Naola’s sweet words of comfort.

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The next morning, I sit in the mauri, quietly weaving a fishing net. I had not been allowed to leave all morning. Ronal had told me indirectly, through Tsireya. She was yet to speak a word to me.

The creaking of the walkway alerts me of the approaching group. Tonowari leads Tsireya, Anoung, Neteyam, and Lo’ak towards me. Ronal brings up the rear, her hand on Lo’ak’s back. They all wear solemn expressions, and Tsireya is on the brink of tears.

Neteyam catches my eyes, offering a small smile. I can see Ronal watching from behind, but she does not comment. Instead, she paces in front of the group.

“You allowed this,” she finally says, her eyes darting between Tsireya and Anoung. “You allowed him to bond with the outcast.”

She glares at Lo’ak, who hangs his head, but does not look ashamed.

“Tsireya,” Tonowari says. “You disappoint me, daughter.”

I stand from my seat behind her and wrap my arms around her shoulders. I will not let her feel like I had. My cousin clutches my hand tightly, still fighting a loosing battle against a wave of tears. She hangs her head, but unlike Lo’ak, she does look ashamed.

Tonowari turns to Lo’ak. “And you, son of a great warrior, who has been taught better.”

“Bayakan saved my life, sir. You do not know him.” Lo’ak insisted, unaware of his parents approaching from behind. Neytiri spots me, but this time her eyes are filled with pity instead of anger.

“No, Lo’ak,” Tsireya whispers in warning.

“Sit.” Tonowari mutters. Lo’ak lowers to his hunches. No one else moves. “Sit down!”

I take this as my queue to resume my weaving. I do not want to become the subject of Tonowari’s rage today. Not again.

“Hear my words, boy. In the days of the first songs, tulkun fought amongst themselves. For territory and for revenge. But they came to believe that killing, no matter how justified, only brings more killing. So, all killing was forbidden. This is the tulkun way.” As Tonowari spoke, Ronal paced behind him, and Neteyam keeps his eyes on me. “Bayakan is a killer. So, he is outcast.”

“I am sorry, sir. But you’re wrong.”

Neytiri hissed. “Lo’ak.”

“I know.” Lo’ak insisted.

“That is enough.” Jake Sully finally spoke up. He grabbed Lo’ak by the forearm and dragged him away, not unlike how Ronal had done to me the night before.

Tonowari let out an angry sigh, running a hand down his face. Neteyam stood quickly, following his mother and father. Dropping my weaving, went to do the same, but Ronal took my arm.

“What are you doing?”

“I did not think you would want to be in the presence of a vrrtep (demon).” I said, shaking my arm out of her grip. She did not protest as I left.

“My Teyam!” I called.

He flashed his beautiful smile when he spotted me. “Stela.”

“I’m sorry about last night. I did not mean for them to find out.”

“They would have had to eventually.”

“I suppose,” I replied, shrugging my shoulders. “But I did not want it to be this way.”

Neteyam hummed, before taking my hand and leading me down onto the beach. We sat in the sand together in silence. Any worry that Neteyam would no longer be interested in me were gone.

Ronal and Tonowari rushed by on their Ilus, followed by a group of Metkayina, Jake Sully and Neytiri. Neteyam and I exchanged looks. We left the beach, and I called my Ilu. We followed them outside of the bay until we reached the tulkun pod. There, floating lifelessly in among them, was Naola.

A scream echoed in the air, but I didn’t stop to realise it was my own. Neteyam clutched my waist tighter as I urged my Ilu faster. I pried his fingers off me before diving into the water and crawling onto Naola’s fin. Her lifeless eyes stared into nothing, and another scream ripped at my throat.

“My sister…” I pressed my already glowing hands to her side searching for something, anything, any sign that she was still there, and I could bring her back. There was nothing.

“Who did this?” I asked, but it remained silent. “Who did this?”

“The sky people.” Jake Sully called from his Ilu.

“The sky people…” I repeated, struggling to see through the barrage of tears. “The sky people killed my sister… my Naola… I will kill them. I will kill them!” I sobbed and sobbed, wrapping my arms around my sister.

“Stela, we must go, it is not safe here.” Ronal urged, reaching out towards me.

“No, no! Don’t touch her… don’t touch me! No, no…” My head hurt. I could not see. I felt sick with grief and helplessness.

“Syulang,” Neteyam. “You must come.”

I let him pull me away from my sister and hold me in his arms. The ride back was long and painful. Neteyam’s arms around me, and the sweet memories of my Naola kept me grounded. By the time we had arrived back at the village, the tears were gone, replaced only by the suffocating anger squeezing at my heart.

I will get my revenge, and I will kill the people who did this. Who took away my sister.

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