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ultravioart · 1 year

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Peepers head canon

I already head canon a lot of silly dog traits for watchdogs, (happies = zoomies etc) but there is one that's a bit more niche. There is this thing with dogs where they patrol and check up on people, stare, and do a little hop and run away in a cute sort of way. Or if a dog is unsure of a new person you will see that pause, miniscule bob fake out, skitter away, it's pretty comical. It's not zoomies... I can only describe as silly canine shyness? So, I think when Peepers gets SUPER shy about something he goes quiet and embodies some soft spoken/fiddly Marvin the Martian cuteness. Perhaps Peepers is even selectively mute. I can see him as selectively mute as a kid. But he also gets these urges to scramble too if he can. Like. (something that throws him for a loop) (flustered)!!! Pause. Stare. A beat. nyoom-- (Optional: Lord hater voice: PEEPERS!!!! GET BACK HERE!!!!!) Peepers RARELY gets that shy, but on occasion specific things just make him skedaddle away. Head empty, urge to bolt lol. Run away from those situations! You can't answer a sore heartfelt question if you're halfway across the skullship! etc. Otherwise, anytime he's flustered he just nerdy rambles and scoffs nonsense and then goes quiet and leaves. maybe comes back in for a quick "you're all a bunch of babies" or something of the like lol.

#commander peepers #long tags lol woops #wander over yonder #woy watchdogs #woy #I think as a kid Peepers was well mannered and polite but pretty meek and soft spoken until he got fed up with everything and exploded #very marvin the martian in his early years #silent and a bit weird and fiddly and shy #(STARES AT YOU INSTEAD OF SOCIALLY ENGAGING)#he was nice but ultimately forgettable #which fueled his Napolean complex and superiority complex #and that made him self isolate #so while others though young peepers was longingly staring at friend groups he wasn't apart of #he's secretly all (look at these fools. these imbeciles. I'm surrounded by idiots)#and then bam one day he had ENOUGH and explodes with emotion bc he never got to express it before #I think Lord Hater embolded Peepers so he RARELY ever gets shy anymore #but when he does?#Lord Hater thinks is SUPER cute and is a bit of a jerk about it. but in like a loving way. he teases but coos at the same time lmao #it enrages peepers but he secretly likes the attention which makes him EVEN MORE ENRAGED #Hater you jerk!#Even then I think Peepers was more outward before he met hater #hater just really gave Peepers confidence to be himself #probably because peepers was awestruck and that gave him the confidence to say hello #(finally a worthy adversary!)#deathglare

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msommers · 1 year

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apoc au w the first time maeve’s influence on dietrich being shown is him taking the time to read a bit of the book she found for him during travel and insisted he take time to enjoy

#witcher verse: apocalypse #heard evermore earlier and it infected me w occasional thoughts of this verse today #tfw ur supposed to be a sentinel watchdog machine but the hottie has been making too many points about enjoying the little things again ://#gotta be incredibly hard to get thru a chapter when you keep trying to hide the book when you hear somebody coming 'round a corner huh #could be danger. could be somebody from the group seeing him relaxed. could be maeve herself and that'd be the worst possibility

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baekhest · 5 months

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"I hope 2024 is better!" and then I remember it's a presidential election year

#super cool and fun how i have to have discussions with my family members about maybe leaving the country #since if there's a red wave it is gonna get a lot less safe for me and my dad and stepmom and others #especially especially especially with a trump or desantis presidency #i really hate how the choice is between ''guy who's funding war crimes abroad''#and ''guy who will also fund war crimes abroad and also likely ramp up the genocide at home against my community''#hell country #sometimes i worry i'm overreacting and then i remember that like. anti-genocide watchdog groups have called what's happening here a genocid #and idk if living in a blue state is enough against a republican congress + president + supreme court

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xtruss · 7 months

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Pasture-Raised Eggs, like those seen here, are often the Most Expensive Eggs at the grocery store. The label indicates that egg-producing hens have ample access to the outdoors. Photograph By Rebecca Hale, National Geographic

Cage-Free or Free-Range? Here’s What Those Egg Labels Really Mean! You May Not Be Getting What You Think You’re Paying For—Learn Why.

— By Hannah Farrow | September 22, 2023

In the U.S. Egg Consumption is on the rise—one person eats an estimated 300 eggs per year. And it’s easy to see why.

Eggs are “one of the most bioavailable sources of protein you can eat,” said Vicki Retelny, a registered dietitian nutritionist, “meaning that the body, the muscle, really does absorb and utilize that protein from the egg very efficiently.”

Yet, those cartons of eggs range from under $2 to over $10 at grocery stores, and they vary from cage-free to organic, brown to white, “vegetable-fed” to “free-range.”

But does organic mean what you think it does? And what labels are worth the extra money?

Learn what you’re getting for the price you’re paying.

'Conventional' Eggs, From Grade A To Cage-Free

The cheapest eggs at the grocery store, around $2-$4 depending on where you live, are generally those collected from hens bred in captivity—200,000 or more in one barn—with little to no access to sunlight. Because of their poor living conditions, which equates to high stress, farmers often clip the hens’ beaks to prevent them from picking at their own and others’ feathers, says Kestrel Burcham, the Director of Domestic Policy at the Cornucopia Institute, an Organic Industry Watchdog Group.

“Their lives are brutally short. They’re essentially pushed to lay eggs at an unnatural rate, and as soon as they start to slow down because of their natural clock and how many eggs they have in them, they’re slaughtered,” Burcham says.

Once killed, these chickens’ meat will be used in items like soups or dog food, or put in a landfill.

Terms you’ll see in this price range, and what they mean:

Grade A: Like meat grading, this term refers to the physical qualities of the eggs, like the firmness of the egg whites.

If a carton only has Grade A on it, the chickens were most likely raised in battery cages—once the industry standard—where farmers shove thousands of chickens in cages and position them in front of a feeding trough. While the number of hens raised in this condition has shrunk over the years, almost 66% are still in battery cages, according to United Egg Producers.

Cage-Free: Cage-free is the same quantity of hens in the same space as battery cages, but without the cages.

Brown: The Color of the Shell Depends Solely on the Breed of Hen. Some strains of chickens lay Green, very Dark Brown, Olive and even Blue or Lavender eggs, Burcham says.

Middle of The Road

The quality of these hens’ lives in this category are better, but depending on the brand, it may not be by much.

Terms you’ll see in this price range, and what they mean:

Free-Range: It gets tricky as third party labels—like Certified Humane and American Humane—have different definitions for free-range than the USDA’s. The government agency’s label means the hens can’t be in cages and must be able to see the outside.

“But in Reality, these huge barns can have 200,000 or more hens,” Burcham says. “The space for the outdoors will be a little concrete porch that can maybe fit five hens.”

Vegetable-Fed: “Hens are not herbivores,” Burcham says. “They’re omnivores.”

Vegetarian-fed chickens are only eating seed and aren’t feeding on their natural diet of bugs and insects. Burcham said their hens even eat mice. With a well-rounded diet, the hens lay eggs with more vitamins and omega-3s.

Big Budget Eggs

To find a high-quality egg from a high-quality chicken, look for “really superb outdoor access,” Burcham says. Natural foraging, socialization, and a happy hen equates directly to the quality of eggs they produce.

Terms you’ll see in this price range, and what they mean:

Pasture-Raised: These hens have the largest access to the outdoors and aren’t subjected to the stress of confinement. The catch is that they’re also expensive to raise. Farmers need more land, more management, and better protection from predators, Burcham says.

Pasture-raised eggs have also been found to have higher levels of antioxidants and fatty acids compared to conventional eggs.

Despite all of the definitions, Burcham encourages consumers to do their research. In addition to these popular labels, third party groups are creating their own designations for eggs produced under certain conditions.

What Does It Really Mean To Be Organic?

To be labeled organic, multiple factors are at play, including: chicken feed free of synthetic pesticides and synthetic fertilizers, restrictions on what types of drugs the chicken can receive, and outdoor access—but that doesn’t mean they’re roaming open fields, Burcham says.

Inside the barns, farmers can use very tiny doors, which technically gives the chickens access to go outside, but the birds “have a very strong instinct to avoid predation from above,” Burcham said. Without the ability to see what’s potentially above them after they exit the door, most chickens stay inside.

When it comes to cheaper-priced organic eggs, price varies widely. Store brand organic eggs are typically the “lowest quality organic eggs you can get,” says Burcham.

These hens still get some of the organic-required qualities like natural feed and a cage-free environment, but the eggs aren’t typically what consumers would think of as organic. “Consumers usually assume that your hens [have] a high welfare environment—very outdoor-focused—and those eggs at that price point probably are not getting that.”

But the opaque organic regulations could improve with the proposed amendments to the USDA’s organic regulations, Burcham says.

Taste The Difference For Yourself

While a deep orange yolk is typically a quick way to determine egg quality, it’s not foolproof. Some farmers add spices, like cayenne pepper or cumin, to their hens’ feed to dye the yolk. The best way to tell the quality of an egg is by its taste, not by the yolk color, Burcham says.

“You will feel the oils in that yolk more, it will have a more meaty flavor,” Burcham says. “You can also sometimes taste—I don’t want to say bugs—but it tastes more like what you would get from chicken or meat.” A low-quality egg will taste like sulfur.

Loyal to a specific brand? The Cornucopia has an organic egg scorecard, which ranks the quality of organic egg brands, taking into account items including feed, flock size, animal welfare, and farmer transparency.

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tinytownoregonrp · 11 months

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SEEKING FLORENCE SICH FROM WATCH DOGS 2!!

Welcome to Tiny Town, Oregon-- an interesting town with a misleading name. A home to everyone from the unwitting humans who believe there are no things that go bump in the night to the demon blooded creatures who may see them as a meal. But as unordinary as the population may seem, the townspeople seem happy. Peaceful. Curious. And what is even more curious is the chat app that seems to pop up on half the populations cellphones, allowing them interaction with the most unlikely company.

This town only seems to draw in the strangest of sorts. It’s an ever growing town-- but the word tiny never was meant to describe the size of the city... There’s a reason for everything-- for the application that may have appeared on your phone, for the mysterious area called the Weald, for all the odd things that seem to happen. There’s a reason you came and a reason you don’t want to leave. Everyone has secrets…And in this town, it seems someone is always watching. Don’t bother looking over your shoulder and don’t bother trying to delete Tiny Town Chat. In this town, there’s nothing you can really escape from… but maybe you can try to find some peace.

Tiny Town, Oregon is an 18+ Multifandom Discord Roleplay Server. We are a multifandom modern fantasy group with a growing lore to incorporate humans and heroes, demons and angels, wizards and warlocks, aliens and more!

To learn more, just check out our website with rules / cast / blacklist OR hop into our SERVER WAITING ROOM to start checking out our lore-- inclusive of species, laws, and notable NPCs in the world!

JOIN THE DISCORD (Apply in Server)

#watchdogs roleplay #watch dogs 2 rp #video game rp group #video game rp #video game roleplay

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lepartiprisdeschoses · 1 year

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I think the way the cops hide here is legitimately kind of neat, even if it doesn't quite rival hiding under a box or something.

#sometimes tcap ends up becoming a literal guilty pleasure on especially unproductive nights tbh #don't think i can fully articulate my thoughts on it but the original watchdog group was sketchy to say the least

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everlastingrandom · 18 days

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sorry for being the town crier of food PSAs but I see a lot of breaking reports while I research for my job: as of April 9th, 2024 high levels of lead have been found in Lunchables kits, as well as other harmful contaminates

#lunchables #PSA #food psa #lead contamination

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sayruq · 1 month

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Israel is executing an online influence campaign using hundreds of fake social media accounts to advance "Israeli interests" among progressive western audiences, including US lawmakers, Haaretz reported on 19 March, citing an investigation by Israeli media watchdog group Fake Reporter. The campaign is focused specifically on amplifying reports claiming the involvement of UNRWA workers in the 7 October attack on Israel. As The Cradle has reported previously, Israel provided no evidence for its claims, which were part of a campaign to compel western nations to cut funding to the agency. UNRWA plays a crucial role in delivering aid to Palestinians amid Israel's campaign to impose famine in Gaza.

#yemen #jerusalem #tel aviv #current events #palestine #free palestine #gaza #free gaza #news on gaza #palestine news #news update #war news #war on gaza #unrwa #misinformation #hasbara #israeli propaganda #manufactured consent

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thejewishlink · 2 years

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Watchdog group gives 7 US colleges and universities a failing grade in new anti-Semitism report

StopAntisemitism also finds that just 28% of students believe their school administration takes the matter of anti-Semitism and the protection of Jewish students seriously. (September 23, 2022 / JNS) Seven higher education institutions received a failing grade in the watchdog group StopAntisemitism’s inaugural Antisemitism on College & University Campuses 2022 report, which grades 25 schools…

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#Antisemitism on College & University Campuses 2022 report #StopAntisemitism Watchdog Group

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rtoffanin · 2 years

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The group says that the shellfish, long considered a more responsible choice, cannot be considered a guilt-free meal anymore.

BY ANNIE ROTH | NYTimes Science | Disclosure

#News Updates #To Save Whales #Don’t Eat Lobster #Watchdog Group Says

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jame7t · 29 days

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Social media watchdog groups are saying tumblr’s latest plan to become “The Last PDF” threaten both the Biden administration and the global economy

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magics-neptunes-things · 4 months

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Celebrity Crush

Hi guys!

This is a new one, but it's kind of a suit from this story. A bonus chapter, I don't know how we can call it.

I hope you will like it :)

TW : Ona Batlle being perfect as ever.(I'm so in love)

Summary : You're a worldclass singer in an interview after you left your group because your manager and staff were asshole.

Enjoy!

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After leaving your group's separation, you quickly felt better. The depression that awaited you flew away like a cloud of smoke once the stress and pressure that were constantly on your shoulders stopped existing. Even when you were on trial against your old record company, your former bosses and manager, you felt good. Because even if you ended up paying millions, it meant you were free again. And that, in your eyes, was priceless.

You must also admit that being able to be with your girlfriend on a daily basis is probably the main reason for your well-being. Ona has always been the most important person in your life and since your return to Barcelona, you have trouble being separated from her. You gladly accompany her to her training sessions and you will also happily get her when she has finished. You go to each of her games as well, even if they are on the other side of Spain or in another country. You have so much time to catch up and your wear your jersey with her name with pride.

You were afraid at first that having you around all the time would end up bothering Ona, but she seems as happy to have you back as you are. At first, you didn’t know what to do while the footballer was training, so you cleaned up your house. As the days passed, you started composing and playing music again, for fun. Your apartment may no longer shine like a mint, but it has the advantage that your housekeeper stops staring at you when you don’t put their products in the right place.

It's only two years later that you decide to release a music album, entirely produced by you. You don’t want to experience the same kind of problems as before and you’ve decided that you’re never better served than by yourself. The songs are mostly love songs related to Ona to be fair.

When you looked for musicians, you asked the guys but only Ricardo agreed. You didn’t blame the other two, even if you now use the thing to annoy them when you see them again and you start bickering like fifteen year olds.

You choose your interviews yourself and it's you who plans your concert schedules, arranging to place them at times or places that don't make you miss any match of Ona. It's sometimes more difficult for her to come see you in concert, but these being the same each time, you don't hold it against her. You have an agent, though, who is no one but your big brother, who you have complete confidence in, and who knows how to be a watchdog when it comes.

After dropping Ona off at practice today, you head to the centre of Barcelona for an interview. You initially hesitated before accepting, but when sold to you as a way to also talk about homosexuality that is forced to hide in the music world, you quickly accepted.

"Drive carefully. I will try to listen to you" Ona promised before kissing you tenderly caressing your cheek.

"All right. Be careful Onita."

Ona smiled at you and left the car, not without kissing you one more time when you whines when you saw her leaving your car.

The report that is broadcast before your interview attracts all your attention and you are happy that the subject is approached in this way. The way they educate young people on the subject also pleases you very much. During the ad page and the beginning of your interview, you send a quick message to Ona and your mother, telling them that the interview will soon begin.

The headphones on your ears, you smile at the journalist who is interviewing you. She is a well-known and respected journalist in Spain and you are happy that she is the one doing your interview.

"So Y/N, hello! How are you?"

"I’m fine thank you and you?" you answer with a smile.

"Well, I’m glad you’re here."

You smile and nod. She informed you that the interview was being filmed to be broadcast online on the radio’s website, but don’t forget that most people can’t see you. So you also thank her orally.

After discussing the report and general views, she gently guides the discussion on your own case, as agreed. You naturally asked Ona’s permission to talk about her before accepting the interview.

"And so in your case, it was your record company at the time that prohibited you from mentioning your girlfriend?"

"Yes. In truth, I was not allowed to talk about my homosexuality at all. It was the record company that started releasing subtle information to make the fans believe that something was going on between Juan and me"

"And you were already with your girlfriend when it all started?"

"We’ve been together since we were 17 and I’ve never kept the truth from them" you shrug your shoulders.

"It must have been hard for you, but also for her, I guess."

You swallow nervously, the difficult moments through which you passed coming back in memory. Playing nervously with your fingers, you quickly shift your attention to your interlocutor.

"Very. Honestly, I’m very lucky that she stayed. Many other people would have given up on me I think."

The reporter smiles at you before moving on to another question. You knew this kind of moment would come and you were prepared. But that doesn’t mean it’s nice to talk about it anyway.

"I can see people reacting to what you said and some people find it unbelievable that your former employers have not managed to separate you" she comments looking at a screen next to her.

"Oh, actually they almost succeeded. But that’s precisely when I decided to stop everything. I could see my life without music, but I couldn’t see my life without Ona" you say timidly while smiling.

The journalist smiles back at you and winks at you before grabbing a small pile of cards next to her.

"Thank you for your sincerity. Now a quick round of questions on anything and everything, all our guests come through. Are you ready?"

"Ready" you answer, a little more relaxed.

You laugh softly when she throws a jingle, before you ask the first question.

"What is your favorite season?"

"Summer" you answer. The summer break would be fairer, considering Ona’s busy schedule.

"Your favorite food?"

"The fideua of my mother-in-law, sorry Mama I love you"

"If you had to live in a city other than Barcelona, which one would it be?"

You give yourself a few seconds to think, quickly listing the places you know in your head.

"Um… Maybe Palma de Mallorca"

An hour’s flight from your families, the little island is a place you enjoy. So why not. In addition, you need the sun to live properly. Even if you enjoy London, you don't see yourself living there permanently.

"Real Madrid or FC Barcelona?"

"Barcelona, obviously" you answer with a smile.

"The first thing you do in the morning, only the answers that can be listened by our youngest ears are allowed" jokes the journalist, making you laugh.

"Turn off my girlfriend’s alarm clock I guess"

You never understood how Ona got up and got to practice on time during your absence. She never hears the sound of her alarm clock.

"Ok and last question. Who is your celebrity crush? Ban to mention Ona's name"

You laugh again and roll your eyes.

"Okay then… The Number 22 of Fc Barcelona Femini is kind of cute" you answer with malice, mentioning Ona's number.

It makes the journalist laugh and you smile while shrugging your shoulders before answering.

"What? You saw my girlfriend? There’s no way I’d mention another name"

This is where the interview ends and you warmly thank the whole team for their kindness. After posing for a photo for their social networks, you still stay with them to talk a little bit. At this time, Ona is probably coming home, Salma having offered to bring her back for once since you were not sure to arrive on time.

When you go out, some fans are waiting for you and you take a few minutes to talk to them, sign autographs or take pictures. When you finally get to your car, you answer Ona’s message that she is home to tell her that you are coming too.

"I’m home mi Amor!"

Ona appears smiling in the entrance after a few seconds and you don't hesitate to pass your arms around her to squeeze her against you. It’s only been a few hours but it’s pretty incredible how much you missed her. You smile while feeling the comforting smell of her shampoo and smile even more when she drops kisses in the hollow of your neck.

"How was the training?" you ask her while playing with her long hair.

"Very good. Only three games left and we’re on vacation"

You smile and nod. Barcelona are already sure to win the championship and you saw their third straight victory in the Champions League a few weeks before.

"I can’t wait"

You have already planned your vacation, three weeks under the sun of Hawaii. You know how tired Ona is and you intend to do everything possible so that she can recover properly. What she doesn’t know is that you plan to propose to her there and that almost everything is already organized.

Ona turns you away from the last details you have to do by putting her lips on yours, waking the butterflies in your stomac.

"Come, I ordered food. I took sushi as I didn't know what time you would arrive"

"It’s perfect" you assure her, letting her train you in your kitchen by the hand. "Like you" you add with a smirk, lightly squeezing her bum.

Ona laughs and turns around to face you and put her arms around your neck.

"What a sweat talker and a charmer" she whispers against your lips before kissing you again, making you shiver.

"I’m so in love with you it’s disgusting" you smirk a few minutes later when you’re sitting in front of your plate.

"Oh yeah? Well it seems to me that you also appreciate the number 22 of FC Barcelona?"

Sitting in front of you, Ona has eyes that sparkle with mischief and you laugh by pointing with one of your sticks.

"You can’t blame me. She’s amazing."

#woso x reader #woso imagine #ona batlle #ona batlle x reader #ona batlle imagine

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ngayawneluoer · 1 year

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ neteyam x reader

requested! - neteyam comforting you after you get told off by your father word count: 1,795 note: tsu'tey is your father bc dad tsu'tey just... works...??? the vision is so clear he just is a dad and it also works perfectly because he is of course canonically alive don't you guys remember him in atwow? im also like not very happy with this but I haven't posted in so long and I feel like if I don't post now I never will lol

You could smell the gunpowder even from your vantage point in the sky, the stench of war entirely swarming your senses, though it was nothing new to you. The scorching explosion burnt bright against the emerald trees, annihilating the forest's flora with no remorse. This was the way of war, you had learned. Being a watchdog with the two Sully brothers meant that you had seen more than enough destruction and bloodshed to know that sacrifice was inevitable in war.

You kept an eye on the conflict as you flew between Neteyam and Lo'ak, though the latter looked as if he wanted nothing more than to pull away and join the warriors on the ground. Lo'ak had begun to take after his father - both boys had - but Lo'ak tended to do it in the most reckless ways possible, which is why it didn't astonish you in the slightest that he wanted to directly disobey his father by joining the ground team.

"We have got to get down there!" Lo'ak exclaimed, looking back at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Of course, he couldn't stay put for even a minute. Sometimes it felt like Lo'ak did it on purpose, intentionally winding Neteyam up to get on his nerves. Their bickering was nothing new to you, though you wished Lo'ak would behave for once.

"No way!" Neteyam hissed, glaring at his brother. "Dad will skin us!"

"C'mon, don't be a wuss!" Lo'ak mocked, as if challenging his brother before turning to you, "(Y/N), you're with me right?"

"No, I am not!" You derided, though it did nothing to halt the stubborn boy from his sudden descent towards the sea of warriors below, "Lo'ak!"

"Lo'ak, get back here!" Neteyam growled, fidgeting in frustration on his ikran.

Your eyes met your partner's, identical expressions of annoyance present on your faces. This was a common occurrence within your group: Lo'ak dragging you and Neteyam into trouble. Though Neteyam watched the two of you like a hawk, you indulged Lo'ak in his troublemaking ways far too often. That said, you had your limits, and diving headfirst into a ruthless war crossed those limits.

You could tell what Neteyam was thinking without him having to verbalise it: "Lo'ak is an idiot" "Can you believe he's done this?" "I'm gonna kill him." The typical speech your boyfriend held whenever his brother did something as idiotic as this. You had probably heard it a million times, and yet every time, you and Neteyam would rush into trouble without hesitation for Lo'ak. It was no different in this instance, with Neteyam ultimately rolling his eyes before plunging down to follow Lo'ak. Left with no choice, you followed the Sully brothers with a groan.

You could vaguely hear Lo'ak's keen urges as you landed your ikran, barely able to keep up with him. Neteyam landed beside you, his current demeanour the complete opposite of his brothers.

"Lo'ak!" Neteyam yelled in an attempt to control his rowdy brother, though his plea fell on deaf ears.

You joined with an irate "Lo'ak, enough!" but it had become abundantly clear that there was no stopping him.

As expected, the boy paid no mind, joining the crowd of Na'vi who were gathering armoury from the train wreckage. An older warrior passed him a gun, to which Lo'ak let out a trill, returning to you and Neteyam with the weapon in hand.

"You don't even know how to use it," Neteyam grunted.

"Dad taught me," Lo'ak grinned, loading the gun before playfully pointing it at you as if it was nothing but a toy.

Both you and Neteyam jumped to knock the gun away as Neteyam hissed protectively, "Lo'ak, don't be an idiot!"

You scowled, all too aware of the urgency under which the warriors of your clan seemed to operate. "Alright. You've had your fun, now let's go," you said, all too eager to get out of the way of the adults.

Unfortunately for you, you didn't get the chance to leave of your own accord.

"Gunships inbound, fall back!"

At the sound of explosions, warriors around you started running, and the three of you joined them. Despite the adrenaline running through your veins, your legs were not quick enough. A tremendous explosion blew you off your feet, your ears ringing as you hit the ground.

"Go and get patched up. Go on, dismissed."

Jake was not one to sugarcoat words when it came to discipline; Neteyam knew that much. He was thankful for his mother, for he feared he would have been scolded for another hour if nobody interrupted his father. With his father's lecturing over, Neteyam could finally walk away in search of you.

He should be going to his grandmother to get healed - even if he wouldn't admit it, he was in pretty bad shape. But to hell with his wounds; he needed to know you were also okay. The events of the battlefield were blurry, but he vividly remembered the force of the explosion, how it flung the three of you away like nothing but ragdolls. As he had faded in and out of consciousness, he recalled seeing you hold your bleeding arm, Lo'ak helping you walk as their father carried Neteyam over his shoulder. He also couldn't help but feel guilty; you were hurt and only because he hadn't managed to stop his brother from being an idiot once again.

It didn't take long for him to find you; you were hard to miss with how your father barked at you, drawing everyone's attention. Your ears were pressed back against your head, tail flicking in annoyance. Opposite you, Tsu'tey seethed with nothing but unbridled anger as he spat out words Neteyam couldn't quite make out - though he could guess what the subject of his lecture was. Tsu'tey was a mighty warrior, consistently authoritarian and phlegmatic. And whilst Neteyam was used to seeing him with a scowl, he had never seen him quite this mad, especially at you.

You had confided in Neteyam about how difficult it was to live up to your father's expectations, how you wanted nothing but to make him proud - it was something you and Neteyam had always been able to bond over.

Like Jake, Tsu'tey was hard on you. But unlike Jake, he never once shouted at you this way. Although you knew it was only because he was afraid to lose you, you hated being yelled at by your father. You could've handled the quiet disappointment you occasionally received or the disapproving teasing, but the yelling was a million times more embarrassing. It made you feel like a little child again, weak and naive.

Too embarrassed to meet your father's gaze, your head hung in shame. Sure, in actuality, it wasn't your fault, but it's not like he would understand. Regardless, you knew you wouldn't get anywhere by talking back to your father when he was in 'disciplinary parenting' mode; your best bet was to give him some spiel about how sorry you were and how you would learn from your mistakes. (It technically wasn't untrue - you were sorry, and next time Lo'ak does something stupid, you'll know to drag him back by his tail.)

As Neteyam approached, your father's harsh scolding sharpened into decipherable words.

"You have your job, do as you are told and nothing else!"

You only looked up upon hearing Neteyam's voice, an unexpected addition to the conversation.

"Sir, it was my fault. Do not blame (Y/N)," Neteyam spoke assuredly, once again taking the blame to your dismay.

You peeked at Neteyam momentarily, though his eyes remained fixated on your father, an unwavering confidence you wished he could show with his own father.

Tsu'tey, however, remained unimpressed, "I am not a fool, boy. I know my child has a tendency to throw themselves in trouble."

"It wasn't like that. Not this time."

Your father glared, carefully contemplating his following words, but he eventually sighed, solemn eyes shifting to meet yours, "Don't let this happen again, (Y/N). I mean it."

"Yes father."

Tsu'tey cursed under his breath as he paced away, the conversation officially over with his departure. And whilst Neteyam's intrusion had cut this particular scolding short, you were sure there would be more to come as soon as the opportunity arose. The thought alone filled you with endless frustration.

Neteyam thought he had done the right thing by taking your side, but to his surprise, you rolled your eyes, grumbling as you stomped away from him without a glance. He stared after you, dumbfounded, but rushed to catch up to your receding figure.

"Hey, wait," He said, falling in line with you. Judging from the look on your face, you were undoubtedly upset, persistingly avoiding his gaze, "(Y/N), talk to me."

You huffed, stopping so abruptly that it caught Neteyam off guard, and spun to face him with a snarl, "I didn't need you to stand up for me."

Neteyam paused, stunned, "I… I'm sorry. I just didn't want your father to blame you for something that was my fault-"

"It wasn't your fault!" You hissed, "That's my point. I don't need you to take the blame for me. My father will be disappointed regardless."

Your face softened, rage dissipating now that you had gotten your true sentiments off your chest. As much as you loved Neteyam and appreciated his efforts, you wanted - needed - to do things like these alone. Being a mighty warrior, living up to your father's expectations, it was all you wanted.

Your arms wrapped around yourself and your face turned away from Neteyam, hiding the tears welling in your eyes as you battled the insecurity of being unable to live up to your father's expectations.

He hated seeing you like this; he felt useless. Neteyam frowned, a hand rising to your shoulder to comfort you, "I understand," he said with a sigh, though he didn't have many more words to offer. He was in a similar situation; you knew that much. Comfort was all you could offer each other - there wasn't much else you could do about your parents' tough love.

Whilst Neteyam knew he couldn't resolve all your problems, the least he could do was care for you. He couldn't help but notice the scrapes on your arm, dried blood encrusting the injured skin below.

"Is your arm okay?" He asked with nothing but concern and adoration in his voice.

Eywa, he was the sweetest. You fought a smile as you allowed him to grab ahold of your arm, trusting him to inspect your wound for you.

"It is fine," You muttered, turning to look at him, "You look worse than I do."

"Ouch," He scoffed playfully, finally breaking your shell and revelling in the smile blooming on your lips.

You stepped forward to meet his body, burying your face into his chest. He wrapped his arms around you, relaxing into the affection you both needed right now.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been mad at you. I know you were trying to help," You murmured, words muffled by his chest, though it didn't stop him from hearing them.

As tender as the morning sun, he rubbed the bare skin of your back with his warm hands, the gesture comforting you and drawing a low purr from your chest. He placed a kiss on your scalp before his head rested atop yours, "It's okay."

Your gaze rose to meet his golden eyes, "Let's get you cleaned up."

Neteyam had never failed to put you first, and you hoped the small act of taking care of his wounds would begin to return the favour. You knew Mo'at would have probably done a better job with all the supplies and wisdom available to her, but Neteyam didn't complain when you gathered your own supplies and began tending to his cuts. Despite the occasional hissing from the pain, he sat patiently and enjoyed your delicate touch. As you wrapped up his final bandage, you pressed a fluttering kiss to his shoulder.

"Thank you for being patient with me," You spoke faintly, "and everything else."

With a peaceful smile, he brought your face to his, leaving the softest kiss on the tip of your nose, "You never have to thank me for that."

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