this morning NASA abandoned their mars rover Opportunity (aka Oppy) because it (she) got hit by a storm on Mars and it knocked her camera and wheels out and her last words to the team were “my battery is low and it is getting cold”. I know she’s a machine but I’m devastated. Oppy is the one who discovered water on Mars. RIP oppy ily space baby
I love the concept of cuddle. Soft touching. Head scratches. Warm blanket. Tight hugs. Eye contact. Cozy space. Cute giggles. Neck kisses. Comforting silence. Peace.
characters who are absolutely convinced down to their bones that they are unlovable being subjected to the mortifying ideal of being wholly and unconditionally loved. that’s the good stuff. never get tired of it.
Decided to design Na'vi!Payakan’s mother because *angst*.
I named her Rut'ani. D:
Someone mentioned this in asks but I love the idea that the Na'vi!Tulkun are tall. If regular Na'vi are 9-10 feet(thats in the Avatar Guide) then in this au Na'vi!Tulkun are 11-13 feet.
Also I keep contradicting myself with the coloring of Na'vi!Payakan and my au Na'vi!Tulkun. I gotta sort that shit out because I keep making Payakan's coloring too Metkayina when I really like the idea of them being varying levels of gray like Tulkuns.
pairing: neteyam x f!reader feat. lo’ak and kiri (platonic)
summary: while discussing sleeping arrangements with lo'ak, you may have unintentionally revealed more than just the reason why you don’t want him to sleep next to you.
word count: 1.9k
warnings: some vulgar speech, humor, and fluff.
note: this was requested.
“Can’t you sleep somewhere else?”
Beneath the moonlit sky, one could hear love’s melody softly sigh upon your inquiry as the forest was bathed in its usual nocturnal glow, and you found yourself nestled in the embrace of your comfortable hammock, watching Lo'ak’s silhouette as he prepared to settle in the hammock beside yours. The night air was crisp, yet a subtle tension lingered between the two of you, and not the good kind.
Lo'ak, it seemed, had been plagued by restless nights for quite some time, his limbs flailing about in chaotic patterns. The stories shared by Kiri during the evening meal about how she always ended up with his elbow in her face, revealed a comical yet somewhat bothersome side to his nocturnal escapades. You had no desire to witness his flailing limbs firsthand or become an unintentional victim of his sleep-induced antics for you had just recently learned about that, and as much as you loved your friend, that was a line you didn’t wish for anyone to cross. You were definitely not interested in learning this side of him.
“Oh, how fucking mean!” Lo'ak exclaimed in a characteristically loud manner, his words echoing through the stillness of the night.
“Language!” A distant voice reprimanded him with a stern reminder about his choice of words. Though you couldn’t discern the exact source of the admonition, it bore a familiar tone, possibly belonging to his father. The forest seemed to hold its breath, as if even nature itself acknowledged the significance of the moment.