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be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie · 9 months

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You know what would be funny? While the RDA is obsessing over Pandora's resources and providing the rich assholes with ways to extend their wrinkled existence, the rest of humanity goes “Fuck this shit! Time to fix up our planet!” Like full on terraform Earth back to its former glory.

And so, while the RDA is spending billions to send ships to terrorizing the tall, blue people, the rest of the world is having its redemption arc up until like a year after the second movie, where they’re at the point where they can go “Yoooo, wtf is the RDA doing over there? Oh, they got bored with fucking us over so they moved to alien natives? Nah, send in the Balkan people (These mfs are built different I swear, they’ll just take a breath of pandoran air and go “Umm, spicy and refreshing”). They’re sent on their way (Let’s say they arrive in 1 year flat because screw physics, this is a joke post, mf are going 4 times ftl.), beat the ever living shit out of the Ahaa cartoon villains that are the RDA personnel and teach them some, you know, human decency, queue in the best apology video of all time, leave the blue people alone, boom mission accomplished. RDA gets sued to hell and back (You know, war crimes and all of that) and even more funding goes to fixing up Earth until its basically as we know it today.

Later down the line, the na’vi need help because of some disaster, humanity sends said help, some form of actual peace is formed, Spider becomes the ambassador of human/na’vi relationships (Guy had the glow up of the century, which tends to happen when you live in a time of peace again and people actually love and care for you “ahem, Spider Sully”) Human and Na’vi truly learn about each other (Ones aren’t uncivilized savages, but people with a unique cultures and deep history. Others aren’t advanced savages with boom sticks, but, you guessed it, people with a unique cultures and deep history.) and learn from each other.

And everyone lived happily ever after.

The end

(Very unrealistic, I know)

Ugh, my dream. The terraforming Earth part, not the humans coming back. Because the whole movie is a colonization metaphor, I'm so tentative and iffy on the Na'vi needing or wanting any help or support from humanity.

But regardless, I am obsessed with the idea of humanity healing Earth. I know that we are cynical people and are always like "This is realistic, humans are selfish and would take advantage of Pandora as we did to Earth." And I totally get that, but I also love those humans are inherently good stories. I do think the majority of people care and have empathy about other people and their situations, and the majority of problems in the world are systematic and stem from ignorance. People are uneducated or are struggling with what they have to deal with on their own, and don't have the wherewithal to care about every single other thing that is such a gigantic systematic issue. I would love for people, for everyone, to just be like yeah this isn't okay anymore lets fix it. About anything and then everything. But I digress.

I love the idea of Spider Sully and Jake being a bridge between the Na'vi and humanity. I think Jake would have to be involved as well, because honestly Spider has never been to Earth and has never been with regular humans. My man knows no human culture or traditions, really. He's like, really Na'vi biased in that way, hilariously.

Spider: Na'vi culture is better and more important, obviously.

Someone: well, what is human culture.

Spider: clearly it's test tubes, guns, air lock doors, green paper, Jesus Christ, and also tank tops.

#lol like if all my humanity knowledge was based on avatar i would think they were boogey men coming to snatch me at night #fucking slenderman #spider's like and they worship their god money #miles spider socorro #spider socorro #spider sully #jake sully #avatar #avatar the way of water #james cameron avatar #melissa's asks #melissa on avatar (cameron)

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quicksilverdrabbles · 11 months

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Team Dragonborn: *walking down a road near the river in Whiterun*

Lucien: You know, Dwarven Oil is known to have some very good regenerative properties to magicka if you ever decide to make some Magicka potions of your own. We can try to see if we can find any the next time we're in a dwarven ruin.

Morana: That would be nice. There are alot of spellswords among us now, I could distribute them to you and the others.

Lucien: Oh, how generous!

Inigo: *squinting at the words and drawings in the sign language book Lucien gave him* Lucien, I do not think these gestures are accurate to what Morana is saying.

Lucien: How is that?

Inigo: The book says she just called you a very rude word.

Morana: *shakes her head* I didn't.

Lucien: Oh dear.. That was the only book on Imperial Sign Language I could find in the Arcanaeum. I'll have to tell Urag it's incorrect... *blinks, remembering how frightening the Orc is* ... Ahaa.. or, uh. Someone else can tell him.

Taliesin: That 'library' is a joke. Half of the books there are ones you could find in an average general goods store, and the other half is just pure nonsense. Only very rarely do we actually find anything of use.

Kaidan: And that's only after we get the book back from whatever dungeon it's ended up in.

Xelzaz: I'm of a mind to agree.

Lucien: It's... Certainly different compared to the libraries in the Imperial City.

Morana: Urag is very nice. He's patient when we can't find anything we need and have to ask for more... *her hands slow to a stop, her gaze fixed on the river*

Xelzaz: Hm? Is something wrong, Morana?

Morana: *suddenly bolts away from the group, ditching her satchel and notebook and using a wind spell to jump halfway across the river and catch something in her hands midair, plunging into the water shortly after*

Kaidan: MORANA?!

Taliesin: What the hell is she doing?!

Xelzaz: *runs after her, wading into the water and going under to see where she went*

Morana: *tilts her head, spotting Xelzaz in the water. Her hands stay clutched around whatever she was holding as she attempts to swim back to shallow water*

Xelzaz: Oh, for the love of.. *swims forward and grabs the back of her armor, pulling her back to shore and emerging from underwater* What in the world were you thinking?!

Morana: *her hood and mask comes undone as she pops her head out of the water, revealing a bright smile.* Xelzaz, look! *holds out her hand and reveals a blue dartwing dragonfly, now dead* I haven't been able to find any in ages! We can make more Fear poisons now!

Xelzaz: Surely there were more ingredients with Fear properties available to you?! And stop using your voice, you're still healing from the last time!

Morana: *pouts, finding her satchel on the shore and putting the dragonfly in it for later* I have Namira's Rot, but we haven't encountered a Daedra for Daedra Hearts in weeks and Powdered Mammoth Tusk is hard to come by. And I'm horrible at fishing, I can't get Cryodilic Spadetails.

Inigo: My friend, your mask has fallen off.

Morana: Ah! *looks around, trying to feel through the water for it*

Xelzaz: I'll find it, you go back to the others and dry off before you catch a cold.

Morana: Thank you, Xel.

Xelzaz: Yes, yes, don't mention it.

Lucien: Oh goodness, you're completely soaked. All for one dragonfly?

Morana: I'm gonna go get the rest of them once they come back. I was excited and scared more off.

Inigo: Hehe, that was very funny to watch. I was tempted to jump in with you.

Lucien: And what on earth are you two doing?

Kaidan and Taliesin: *kneeling on the ground clutching their chests, overwhelmed by the sight of Morana's smile*

Kaidan: Fuck, that was so cute.

Taliesin: What can I do to see that again?

Morana: *tilts her head, a confused expression on her face. She snorts, breaking out into quiet giggles, lifting a hand up to try and hide her smile* You guys are silly.

Inigo: *staring at Kaidan and Taliesin, now laying on the ground with red faces* My friend, I think you are going to kill them at this rate.

#yes this is a regular occurence #Morana will just dart off from the group and come back with some random ingredient she saw #skyrim #tes #the elder scrolls #modded skyrim #dragonborn #ldb oc #skyrim oc #kaidan skyrim #lucien flavius #inigo skyrim #xelzaz skyrim #taliesin skyrim #Morana oc

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221bshrlocked · 5 years

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Slow Hands

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Words: 1987

Warnings: Bucky’s hands.

A/N: This just came to me out of nowhere and I had to write it when it was still fresh and I wasn’t hit by writer’s block. Enjoy. There may be a second part I don’t know.

Next Part

You weren’t sure how this started or when you had this obsession. All you knew was that it was sudden and you could think of nothing else but this. It sort of freaked you out too because in your mind, not many people took notice of such a thing. You tried to hide it and you thought you were doing a pretty good job. But then Natasha started smiling at you and shaking her head every time she walked by you, and you realized you weren’t as subtle. No one else noticed though so you blamed her perceptive nature for finding out your secret.

As long as he didn’t know, you had no problem. Well, that wasn’t true. You had a huge problem, this problem being one beefy as fuck super soldier who was comfortable enough to walk around in short sleeve shirts. You wished you could hate him but it warmed your heart knowing he was getting a little better day by day. But every god damn day was too much at times and you knew it was only a matter of time before others noticed your lingering gazes over the man.

But it wasn’t that you stared at him for too long that was the issue. It was where you constantly looked. No matter what he was doing, your eyes seemed to always admire, yeah that’s the word, admire his hands. You thought it was like any other person you’ve been attracted to before but this was different. It would have made sense if you were staring at his arms. He was a specimen, him and Steve, with their upper body strength and triceps constantly flexing under severe workouts. It’s not like people didn’t notice them you know. Every human, whether or not they are attracted to muscular bodies, find them at least pleasant to look at.

Anyway, the point is, it wasn’t his arms you liked to stare it. It was his hands. And what made it worse was you didn’t prefer one over the other. You just liked looking at both of them. When he was doing a minimal task such as writing in his notebook, you’d take in the blue veins shifting as he applied pressure on the writing tool. You’d notice your breathing pattern shift when he’d drag his wrist across the paper and stop writing, leaving his arms facing to the side and giving you the perfect view of the veins continuing up this arm. Your eyes would ignore the biceps flexing, gaze focusing on his rugged, long fingers tapping at the paper or remaining still as he thought of what to write next. You wished you could touch his fingers and trace the knuckles to his wrist, pulling them to your lips and leaving soft kisses to make him feel better.

But then there were days when you’d want to look at nothing else but his metal hand. You’d watch when he made breakfast or carry something with Steve, the metal plates shifting and creating that lovely whirring noise you’d grown fond of. It was your luck day when you caught him at the gym, lifting god knows what with ease and without breaking a sweat. You’d watch as his metal fingers wrapped over the bars and gripped them tight enough to carry but not too hard to break them. He’d somehow known how much pressure to apply on different textured objects and you’d wondered what it was like if he wrapped those same fingers around your neck as he kissed and licked and bruised every inch of your skin. You wanted nothing more than to kiss the tips of his metal fingers and trace the grooves and plates down to his wrist, telling him how beautiful and complex they were and making sure he understood how amazing he was.

You almost banged your head against the door shelf when Natasha snapped her fingers in front of you, sighing when you spilled your drink and scattered to clean it up quickly.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“N-nothing. Nothing at all. Why would you ask that? I am perfectly fine. Nothing to ask about here.” You mopped the juice away and chugged down the drink, leaving it in the sink before heading downstairs.

You walked into the lab and immediately regretted it. Bucky was on one of the chairs, smiling and waving at you when he saw you enter.

“Hey doctor, you needed me?” You nodded towards Bucky and tried to ignore your heart wanting to leap out of your chest like a fucking alien from those movies.

“Yeah you’re just in time. I need to fix something in his arm Tony isn’t here.” Bruce motioned for you to walk towards them.

“And you asked me? I’m not sure I’m the best option here. Maybe Nat or Steve would be better i-“

“No you’re helping me. It’s nothing, I just need you to hold this while I work on his inner arm. Come on I don’t have all day.” Bruce brought you around and stood you right next to Bucky. You smiled at him and tried to ignore his cologne but it was impossibly hard to distract yourself from the man who seemed to tower over you even when he was sitting down.

“Sorry Y/N,” Bucky apologized and you wished you could hug him and tell him he had nothing to apologize about and you’d only dreamt of touching his hands from the first moment you saw him.

“No biggie.” You chuckled, mentally kicking yourself over the stupid response. You asked Bruce where he needed you to hold and he placed one hand over the wrist while the other remained at the bicep. Bucky shivered when he felt your skin because even though it wasn’t his flesh and blood currently attached to his shoulder, he could still feel sensations from the vibranium endings attached to his nerves. Shuri was brilliant and it scared him how much he sometimes felt his arm when he performed mundane tasks.

He watched as you remained still, his heart fluttering when he noticed you were absolutely fine with touching him and you weren’t put off in the slightest. Bruce got to work and continued to speak to the two of you about some scientific break he had and you tried your hardest to focus on him but you couldn’t, not when your fingers were doing what you’ve wanted to do for so fucking long. So busy on trying to catch up to Bruce, you didn’t notice when Bucky’s fingers closed over your forearm that was right above his palm. Your eye widened and you tapped your feet out of nervousness. The cold of his fingers felt so good wrapped around your skin and you’d gotten flashes of what you were thinking of earlier.

You looked up, only to find Bucky staring right at you, pupils dilated and jaws clenching when you licked your lips. He’d seen your reaction and focused on the increased heart rate, misunderstanding you and immediately letting go of your arm before looking away. You realized he thought you were probably inconvenienced by this situation and were about to say something when Bruce told you he was finished.

“Thanks Y/N,” Bruce said, lightly pushing you away so he could finish up with Bucky’s arm. You wished Bucky would look at you so you could say something but he found the floor much more interesting. You made your way silently through the hallways, completely ignoring Steve when he’d asked if you’d seen Bucky and groaning at Sam when he tried to talk to you about the movie he watched with Clint.

It was hours later when you walked out of your room and headed to the kitchen for a midnight snack. You wanted to forget what happened earlier desperately but all you remembered were Bucky’s disappointed eyes when you looked at him.

“I detect above-average levels of cortisol in your nervous system Ms. Y/N, do you require assistance with anything?” Friday broke the silence and you hated how aware she was of everyone in this building.

“I am a nervous system Friday.” You laughed at the stupid joke and whispered ‘never mind’ to the AI. “That’s okay Friday, my problem can’t be solved by anyone except the man himself.” You opened the bottle of water and looked for the Oreos Sam always hid from you.

“Perhaps I could request this person’s presence? If it will help.” You started to grow tired from Friday and wished you could just tell her to shut up.

“Oh god no I would die of embarrassment Friday. I’ll get over it soon trust me.” You rummaged through the bottom drawers and sighed in annoyance when you didn’t find them. Remembering where you saw him earlier today, you decided to climb the counter and look at the top shelves you were too short to reach. “Besides, it’s not like I can just ask him to wrap those beautiful metal fingers around my throat as he fucked me into Valhalla now can I? Ahaa…oh ffuck-” You found the Oreos but didn’t see the plastic bag on the counter, already anticipating the pain from the fall.

But you never hit the ground. In fact, you never hit anything. All you knew was that you were currently held against a firm chest with a cold sensation hitting your thighs while a warmer one was wrapped around your waist. You looked up and saw Bucky staring at you like he’d just seen a ghost. You blinked at him and swallowed the lump in your throat, watching as he mirrored your action, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down before it returned to its place. It was quiet for a few moments before he placed you down, refusing to move away from you even when you’d thanked him.

He said nothing, not bothering to respond to your nervous rambling. He only stared because he was sure he misheard you. There was no way you’d just said to the fucking AI of all things that you wanted to feel his metal fingers choking you as he fucked you. He had to have been imagining. Right?

You forgot why you were in the kitchen and quickly thanked him before sprinting to your room. As soon as you walked in, you shut the door and crawled under your covers. Now that you knew what both his hands felt like on your skin, you were sure there was no sleep coming anytime soon. You wanted to feel them again. Now. On your flushed body. But that wasn’t going to happen so you did the next best thing. You stripped to nothing and fucked yourself to the thought of Bucky’s hands roaming your body and pinching your nipples and fingering your cunt. You’d screamed your release over and over again, crying into the pillow one orgasm after another.

The problem was, the walls were thin and your next-door neighbor could definitely hear those little sighs and whimpers. Bucky walked to his room and shut the door, repeating what you said over and over again. And when you began touching yourself, he thought he was going crazy. He listened as you pleasured yourself for hours with his name falling from your lips time and again. He looked down at his hands as you begged him for release with whatever hand he wanted to use on you and he genuinely thought he’d died and gone to heaven. You weren’t disgusted by his hand, you were turned on by it. It explained so much: the increased heart rate, the dilated pupils, the sweaty palms, the nervous tapping, and finally, those ragged breaths he wanted to feel on his cheek.

He went to sleep that night with a smile on his face, already coming up with a plan to drive you crazy until you couldn’t take it anymore. This was going to be fun.

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky's hands #bucky barnes #bucky #sebastian stan #sebastian stan hands #i need help #we all need help #we were all thinking this #i just decided to do something about it

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wolfyred-ks · 5 years

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Adrinette April 2019 Day 14

@adrinetteapril

This worked out to be a 2 parter. Tune in tomorrow for the other half.

Part 2 - Love rivals

Part 3 - Beach

Part 4 - Confession

Part 5 - In the rain

Day 14 - The Valentine

This time it was going to go right. This time she didn’t forget to sign it. This time she would give it to Adrien. .. .. .. or not. She’d signed it. She could give it to him. Maybe. For sure. Later.

“Arugh!!!! Tikki, why is this so hard.” Marinette moaned. She banged her head down to her school desk.

Tikki peeped out from Marinette’s bag, “Marinette, you’ve worried about this all night. You re-drew the card four times. you spent 3 afternoons on the wording. The card is absolutely perfect. You even practiced what you were going to say. Just stay calm and everything will be fine.”

She had gotten to school 20 minutes early this Valentine’s morning. She wanted to give Adrien the Valentine personally. Last year, with Alya’s support, she had mailed it to Adrien but couldn’t remember if she had signed it or not. When Adrien didn’t mentioned it the next day, she presumed that she hadn’t signed it at all.

She got up early and got to class so that when he came in she could give it to him. Maybe she got here too early.

Adrien was about to leave for school. He was just fixing his hair. Plagg floated up beside him in the mirror. “Well, think any ladies are going to give you Valentines this year? Wanting any from someone special? Like the bakery girl?

“Plagg, her name is Marinette and she is a very good friend.” Adrien put down his brush and motioned for Plagg to get in his school bag. “Marinette’s sweet but I don’t think she likes me that way. She still has trouble talking to me.”

“Maybe it’s because she like-likes you?” Plagg slowly floated over to the bag. “Kid, I’ve been around a long time and some girls get nervous and tongue tied around the boys they like.” He settled into the bag.

Adrien picked up the bag and hoisted it over his shoulder. “Even if she does like-likes me, my heart belongs to Ladybug.” He started to head outside to the car. “If she does I’ll have to break it to her gently. She’s a very good friend and I don’t want to hurt her.” Adrien left for school hoping that Marinette just felt like a friend towards him.

Marinette was still sitting in class and people had started walking in. A bunch of different girls from the school had dropped into the class room and left Valentines on Adrien’s desk. Marinette had watched them and with each one she started to doubt herself more.

Alya entered with Nino. “Gurl! What are you doing here this early?”

Marinette groaned, “Well I was going to give Adrien a Valentine, but with all the other ones on his desk now, I’m not too sure.”

Alya sat next to her friend. “Did you sign it?”

“Yes.” She put her head on the desk again.

Alya looked at Nino and got his attention. She mimed taking the card from Marinette and giving it to him, then him putting it under the other cards on Adrien’s part of the desk.

Nino nodded and held up his hand to get the card. Alya grabbed it and before Marinette could protest Nino had shoved it under the pile.

“Nino, Alya. No. Give it back.” Marinette was about to lean forward and try to retrieve her card when Adrien walked in.

“Morning everyone.” He glanced at the cards on his desk and gave a sigh.

“What’s wrong dude?” Nino asked.

“Every Valentine’s Day I get tonnes of cards, from tonnes of girls. Of which none of them know me. All they see is the model and the fame. Sometimes I kind of don’t like being a celebrity.” Adrien gathered the cards and put them in a side pocket of his bag. He’d look through them later.

Behind him Marinette felt a little sad that Adrien couldn’t enjoy Valentine’s Day. She wanted to reach out to him but didn’t know what to say.

The teacher walked in and class began.

During the course of the day Marinette came up with various ways of getting ‘The Valentine’ back. She could accidentally kick Adrien’s bag while being clumsy, spill the contents and grab hers as she helped him pick them all up. She could take his bag while he wasn’t paying attention, get her card out and put the bag back. She could have Nino distract Adrien while she set his bag on fire, destroying the card, along with the others, and possibly burning down the school, and then when they found out she started the blaze they’ll put her in jail and she’ll never get.... She smacked her cheeks. “No, no thinking like that.”

She asked Alya to help her get it back. “No. You have been wanting to tell him for a long time girl. The card is in the stack. I’m not helping you get it back.”

Eventually Marinette felt that some possible humiliation would be better then Adrien finding out she made him a card. She waited for him after the last class in the locker room.

“Um A-adrien?” she stammered.

Adrien looked up from his locker to see Marinette standing beside him. Her cheeks flushed, her hands twisting together in front of her, and her looking everywhere but him. “Marinette. What can I do for you?”

“Ah ahaa, this morning I was holding a Valentine card I made for someone and I got bumped while sitting at my desk. I thought it fell to the floor but I couldn’t find it. I think it may have fallen into the cards that were on your desk. Is it alright if I look through them to get it back?” She tapped her finger tips together and kind of curled into herself as she talked.

“Oh,” Adrien was surprised. “Sure, no problem. Just let me search through them and..”

“NO.” Marinette shouted. If Adrien saw the card he would know it was for him and not someone else. “I I, ah I kind of don’t want you to see who I wrote it too. I’m a little embarrassed about it.”

Adrien thought it was strange, but he gathered up all the cards from his bag and held them out to her. “Here you go.”

Marinette gently took the pile and sifted through them, found her card and clutched it close to her chest. “Thank you Adrien.” She turned and left.

‘Well,’ thought Adrien, ‘she wants to give a card to someone else. It must mean she likes them and not me. I guess I don’t have to turn her down.’ Somehow the thought made him a little sad. He couldn’t figure out if he was sad because she liked someone else, or if it was that she wasn’t in like-like with him.

“Plagg?” Adrien looked into his bag, “I should be happy for Marinette. She likes someone other than me. Right?”

The little kwami just shrugged, secretly he knew that this set some thought in Adrien’s head that may turn him from Ladybug to Marinette, despite them being the same girl. Maybe now these two dorks would get together.

#adrinetteapril2019 #ml #adrien x marinette #adrinette april 2019

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