Irena lived in Warsaw during the Nazi occupation, and dedicated her life to rescuing Jewish children from the Ghetto, and her story is complicated in a lot of ways but - well, this story isn’t actually about Irena, per se.

It’s about a bus driver.

It’s about a day when she’s traveling across town by bus with a very young Jewish child, and partway to their destination the child looks up and asks a question - in Yiddish. and the whole bus goes quiet, because everyone knows what that means. And Irena thinks, okay, we’re going to die here today.

And she’s running through her options - all of them bad - and suddenly the bus stops, and the bus driver announces that there’s been a mechanical failure and the bus needs to return to the depot immediately. Everyone off, please.

And she stands and goes to get off the bus and the driver says - not you two. Sit down. So she sits down as everyone else leaves, because, well, what else is she going to do? the options are all still bad, at this point.

and when the bus is empty the bus driver says,

“Where do you need to go?”

And then he drives them as close to their destination as he can, and lets them off, and drives away. And Irena lives, and the kid lives, and they never cross paths again.

So a janitor got three people killed, and a bus driver saved two lives - not to mention all the other lives indirectly saved because Irena was able to continue her work.

I think about that almost every day now, to be honest.

We can’t all be Irena. I couldn’t be Irena. She was in a unique place with very specific skills and connections that let her do what she did. I am just one mentally ill librarian. I can’t be her. But - I can be the bus driver. Or I could be the janitor. Because it doesn’t matter what your job is. It doesn’t matter who you are. In a world like this, every single one of us has the opportunity to do massive harm or massive good. We can save lives or end them.

And that’s scary. but it’s also very comforting? at least for me. Because at the end of the day it means this: no matter of how small and helpless and unimportant you feel, you’re never powerless in the face of great evil.

neteyam x omatikaya!reader - complete

summary: eywa makes no mistakes... in the midst of his preparation to become the future olo'eyktan, neteyam is told to be with a chosen mate. guided by the signs of eywa, tsahik picks y/n, a woman orphaned by the war, whose heart already belongs to another. y/n's whole world begins to crumble, as she is forced into the loveless bond. will neteyam and y/n be able to overcome the odds and find their true happiness?

contains: arranged marriage, mentions of war and grief, angst, one-sided enemies to lovers

wc: 30.4k

a/n: i usually don't write for this trope but the idea had been inciting since rewatching the first avatar movie. this is going to be very angsty but very rewarding too and thank you to the anon who sent in the request ♡ so excited to start this journey with you!

general avatar masterlist

Chapter 1: The Dream Hunt

Chapter 2: The Betrayal

Chapter 3: Lessons to Learn

Chapter 4: Crossing the Bridge

Chapter 5: New Beginnings

Chapter 6: A Team of Two - finale

i luv ur writing btw im so happy to find another mlbb writer on this app, they're so scarce 😭

| • Yandere Gusion

notes: gn reader

© @/kikiwooo

don't heart the post, I want fucking reblogs idc that I'm being rude, it's what I deserve.

Gusion, the Paxley House's curse. Gusion is used to live between death and life's thin line. He dances with death everyday. Gusion never wore his heart on his sleeve, sure he may be playful and warm-blooded, but don't let his playfulness got you. He's as cold as a corpse.

Gusion is an addictive yandere. He needs your touch, your voice, your warmth... He won't lock you up, he'd let you do your own thing, he can keep a track on you, he's a skilled man. However, he's afraid. Afraid that you'd leave him, leave him for Aamon. Between Gusion and Aamon is a cold-war.

" Gusion, this isn't normal. Listen t- "

" Aamon, you're just jealous that you aren't their eternal lover. Leave it. "

Gusion can be sweet, he can be very sweet. If you decided to show your love. His hormones gets the best of him so he's quick to get cuddly with you and get in the hopeless teenager romance shit. He'll kiss all over your face, pull you onto his lap and never let go of you.

But...if his fears come true, then..he'd had no choice but to chain you to himself. You'll be the safest with him! So why are you still struggling? Gusion doesn't like to raise his voice at you, no he never raises his voice at you. Gusion wouldn't hurt you, he loves you to death!

Donald Trump gets attacked by an eagle.

this is the true horror of medical misogynoir that books like The Handmaid’s Tale, a liberal white American woman’s favorite ref to make, get their plot points from. It’s been a reality for most women of color in this country but it was only dystopian scifi for many white women until it happens to them.

It’s no surprise how easy it is for him, he’s more than well aware that he’s special. He’s a prize, a rare hybrid that anyone would give their lives to pleasure. And he took advantage of that for a long time.

That is until he met you and gave it all up.

On average he can make a person unravel and scream their throats raw with ease. It barely took any effort for him at all. But like everything when it comes to you, is a special case.

He’s trying and failing not to lose himself in you as he fucks orgasm after orgasm out of you. Bringing you to release at least twice on his fingers, another thrice on his tongue, and who knows how many times he’s rolled you around into different positions till you’re squirting all over his sheets.

Yet while he’s drunk off your holes and your sweet essence, you look completely indifferent. Your eyes just barely glassy with arousal is the only proof he has of his effect on you. A harsh whimper tears out of him. He’s getting desperate here.

Slipping out of you causes you to softly whine, momentarily soothing your bf from going feral on your ass. But it’s still not enough, not even close. He digs his claws into your plush hips and flips you back over, his arms hook beneath your knees and he folds you into a mean mating press as he slams his cock back inside you in one brutal snap of his hips.

He growls furiously as you don’t even gasp, your eyes only slightly widening and your back arching. He needs more, he needs to hear you. His tail thrashes around behind him and he’s not even controlling it as it wraps your ankle tightly, claiming every part of you.

It’s impossible to control himself now that he’s back inside your snug walls so he immediately starts back up at a frantic pace, driving his cock upward and hitting all those deep sensitive spots inside of you. Meanwhile his eyes never leave yours, looking for any sign of a reaction. A flush of your soft chubby cheeks or a tear of euphoria that falls from your gorgeous eyes.

One particular smack of your hips against his has you crying out loudly, your body writhing beneath him and silently begging for more.

“F-fuck, nngh, yes!!” You cry out.

Your bf gasps in awe like he’s finally found his perfect prey after a long hunt. It’s no scream or mewl but it’s a start. And thank god, he was starting to wonder if he’s actually bad at this. But of course he’s not.

And he continues to prove it as he picks up his pace, rutting into you like he’s gone into his rut. Eliciting louder moans, cries, and even small shrieks with every precise and carefully planned plunge of his cock along your sopping tight hole.

“Oh, yes! Ah— fuck yes, right there! Don’t stop!” You scream as if possessed and your grins, his fangs glinting in the light as he fucks into you at a steady rough pace.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, baby,” he purrs, low rumbles vibrating from his chest while he watches the pleasure he wracks out of you as he fucks you brainless.

Satisfaction curls in your bf’s chest and he hasn’t even cum yet. But your sounds are sweeter than any release he’s ever experienced in his entire sexual history. He can tell that each snap of his hips sends you closer to release. There’s nothing he wants more than to give that to you. I

“So good, oh my god, it’s so good! More, more, mmph-more,” you scream out your ecstasy with stars in your eyes. And there it is. Just what he’s been looking for.

“Well… only ‘cause ya begged so pretty,” he rasps and slips a hand between your hot sweaty bodies.

Your body jolts against his as he rubs his fingers along your bundle of nerves, forcing out strings of delightful shrieks and moans. The force of his thrusts send your thighs shaking and your hole fluttering around his toe-curling girth. And the dual stimulation has you hurtling over the edge.

Waves of euphoria wash over you and your final orgasm crashes through your body like a storm. Noises even he’s never heard of fall out of you, the sounds warping and crackling under the weight of pleasure. Worse than the sounds of a dying animal. And your bf is relishing in it, letting it fuel him to reach his own release.

With one final buck of his hips, he slams his knot inside of you just in time to release his heavy load as deep inside your hole as he can get. He roars while he empties himself of you, spurt after spurt flooding your tight channel and filling you to the brim.

He works you both through it until your trembling body relaxes and merely twitches from the aftershocks. Afterwards he plops down right on top of your plush frame and nuzzles into the thick curve of your neck, purring loudly and contently. Looking at him like this you never would’ve guessed he was ever a playboy.

His own satisfaction in himself and how good he made you feel makes you happy in return. A soft smile spreads across your face as your arms curl around him. Relaxing and holding him close as his knot keeps you two locked together.

Horses are much gentler on sensitive ecosystems, they're more flexible in rocky terrain, and they don't topple over on a hillside.

They can enter dense forests and drag out one specific tree without damaging the other trees and without compacting or eroding the soil.

They also run on hay instead of gas or electricity. Horses don't pollute the ecosystem with either oil leaks, gas stench, or noise.

Here is my masterlist for the lovely @neteyamsyawntu's Avatar 12 Days of Kinkmas prompts. Hope you like them, you beautiful people

Prompt #1 - Cockwarming (Neteyam)

Prompt #2 - Titty Fucking (Miles)

Prompt #3 - Stockings (Spider)

Prompt #4 - By the fire (Ao'nung)

Prompt #5 - On an ilu (Lo'ak)

Prompt #6 - Thigh Fucking (Lyle)

Prompt #7 - Under the blanket (Tonowari)

Prompt #8 - Tail Play (Tsu'tey)

Prompt #9 - Xenophilia/alien genitalia (Lo'ak)

Prompt #11 - Breeding (Rotxo)

Prompt #12 - Kuru Play (Jake)

It was rare for Navi’s to have twins. So with Neytiri’s pregnancy with Lo’ak and Y/n it was safe until it wasn’t, she had almost lost Y/n in her womb. It would’ve left Lo’ak by himself, the rest of Neytiri’s pregnancy was the worst. She knew her baby girl was going to be born weak, so when they pulled her out of Neytiri’s womb it was like they were taking the life right out of her. Neytiri immediately went to grab her, longing for her daughter’s heart beat. Compared to Lo’aks body Y/n was small and fragile..from then on the connection with their daughter was strong, they needed to be in order to keep her alive.

So from then on Y/n was Jake’s baby girl, his precious daughter. It should be noted that she was Lo’aks twin and was raised along side him and Kiri.

Of course as any child would, Lo’ak and Kiri had selective hearing when it came to their father and his many rules growing up. However, Y/n listened. She was the only one out of all three who truly cared about her fathers opinion. In the eyes of the clan Y/n was Jake’s golden heart.

*

“Mhm and Ooo! What is this papa?”

The child had wobbled to her mothers chain of flower, she had planned to surprise the girls with.

“ahhh, that my little one is not for you!”

“…are you sure papa? It looks nice on me.”

Y/n twirled around with the flower crown, smiling with glee and grace.

“It does!! But your mother would kill me if she found out I let you-“

Neytiri had walked through the home before he could even finish his sentence

“Ma’Jake?! You were supposed to hide it!”

“She got a hold of it!”

“It looks amazing mama-”

While spinning however, Y/n fell to the floor and both parents looked at her in disbelief. They froze for a moment waiting for the cry’s to begin..but they never did. Y/n just laughed at herself and laughed at her parents for worrying more than she had. Jake’s smile couldn’t hide, he knew that Y/n was strong and he loved that about her.

*

The only issue with Y/n was that she wore her heart on her sleeve. She loved to love everything in site, and she often gave people the benefit of the doubt. Jake saw that, and he trained her very well. He had her perfected and established to be a role model for the clan. Despite all his efforts, y/n didn’t find it in her heart to view the world as he did. So, he kept a watch fall eye on her to keep her safe, and Y/n was never allowed anywhere without someone around.

*

“I’m going around the village! By-“

“Nope! Not without your sister!”

Y/n had tried her hardest to remain patient with her father, settling on not saying anything and instead holding her frustration in. All she desperately wanted was time to herself; she was exhausted from spending time with everyone.

*

In many ways Y/n knew how to capture anyone’s eye. She was the most vibrant out of all siblings. All siblings remained close, but they had never gotten to the point where they would speak about..the cracks within their house..

*

Jake had been furious that he found both of his sons wondering around the forest, with no care in the world.

“Lo’ak are you stupid?! You were given orders! Stay away from those areas of the forest!..and you! Neteyam how many times do I have to tell you to keep an eye on your siblings!”

Both boys would blink their tears away..

*

It wasn’t just them..

*

Y/n had been eating her dinner alongside her family when an elder adult approached her. They had instructed her to fix something, in an aggressive tone; almost as though they were demanding it be done now. For once, Y/n retaliated gently, slightly annoyed that she was constantly interrupted when she was trying to connect and eat like the rest of the clan.

“Im sorry, can it wait till im done eating? then I’ll be happy to do it! thank you.”

The elder had gotten annoyed because it was the first time, Y/n declined aiding. The women had walked away in a rush, upset at the girl.

The siblings quickly exchanged confused faces about the situation before leaping back into their conversation but Jake couldn’t shake off the emotions he was feeling about Y/n denying the women.

“..that was rude why did you treat her like that?”

Y/n looked at her father with a questionable look..

“She was rude first.”

“So? She is an elder..”

“I said I would get it done later sir, im eating like the rest of you. She can wait.”

“Y/n that is not the behavior you should be having towards the clan.”

The pair had went back and forth in hushed voice as the rest of the family watched.

“..why is it that she can toss orders at me and you can be completely fine with it?”

“Y/n you can’t be talking back to me-“

“Can our daughter not eat in peace Jake? Please can the both of you be quiet.”

The pair turned to Neytiri and all Y/n could do was pass a gentle smile at her mother, glad she had stepped in. It was very rare that Neytiri ever did. Both Y/n and Jake were so used to getting what they wanted, that the pair would often clash heads…

*

The arguments didn’t start until Y/n got older. She had gotten so eager to finally go out by herself and be more independent. That’s just the person Y/n was, she was willing to take risks and adventure. Funny enough Lo’ak was the same, yet he got away with majority of the things he did because it was expected of him. Y/n always had to come back home looking the same as she did before she left. Not a hair or seam in her outfit out of place, if Jake knew she did anything he wouldn’t approve of he’d be furious.

To Y/n , that was the most frustrating thing of all. Everyone of her siblings would be able to go out, except her. She had hated it, she always felt watched. When the people came up to her she felt as though she couldn’t truly connect, she was absolutely terrified of the things they’d tell her father if she did.

For her father’s approval, Y/n conquered more than you can imagine. She had more talent in her body at her young age than any male soldier.

You can only imagine how eager Jake was to leave the forest. His sacred children were held at gunpoint, what more of a signal could there be as a warning to go?

So the family left their home; tears fell from everyone’s eyes as they were now torn away from their friends and families. Y/n eventually grew with excitement and encouraged the rest of her siblings to feel the same, she knew something good was coming. Eywa was going to treat them to a reset button.

When they arrived on the island Y/n stood tall and confident. The clan looked at them with the most disgusted faces, confused as to why they were there and what they’d be asking for..

Time had passed and when Ronal got to Y/n, she didn’t hesitate to poke at her body. She had no shame in Critiquing it, in-front of her people…

“This child! She won’t last-“

Neytiri hissed, frustrated at Ronal for even implying that. Jake had told her to calm down, yet again putting his foot down.

“Do you think this is what we want here? Your children’s bodies won’t survive in our ocean, their demon blood runs thick..”

Ronal continued by picking at Kiri and Lo’ak next.. degraded was an understatement of how Y/n felt. She looked at the crowd furiously, until her eyes settled on a boy who had just came onto shore. He had teased her siblings here and there before meeting her eyes.

Ao’nung could feel the madness within her eyes, how fragile and frightened this experience was for her. Those eyes told everything. He had made the abrupt choice to put the teasing to an end, deciding it wasn’t worth it. Nothing could perfectly describe the way Ao’nung viewed Y/n , she was breathtaking to him. Different than the rest of the Navi’s but comforting.

When he was walking them to their Mauri he had gotten quiet, glancing at her the entire walk. She looks so comfortable in her skin, confident even! But when you took one look at her eyes it was like they captivated you and told you her life’s story. He was so interested in her background..

Y/n had remained quiet the rest of the night, she was excited before but now…the anxiety and sadness settled in. She missed the forest, she missed home. Y/n missed it so much that she regretted being at least a little excited, she threw herself to go back to grieving. All her siblings seemed eager to learn, but she knew that if she didn’t get any of it right or if her father didn’t think she was trying hard enough he’d made her relearn to all over and over again.

So there she was, picking at her food…fighting the tears. In that moment she realized she pushed those excited emotions on herself, at home she had a role to withold and the people were always so eager to speak to her. Maybe she took it for granted sometimes but, she would always take the time to say hello and ask how everyone’s day was.

“Y/n? Y/n? Y/n!”

She had been pulled out of her transit once again.

“Yes?”

“I know it’s hard. But we can’t sit at the table with upset faces. When you’re out there? You smile. When they don’t smile back? You smile. Even when They’re not here you must smile. they cannot know you have a distasteful thought while being here.”

She was mad. Mad that he was still holding his guard up. Upset that he had managed to order her around even when he wasn’t trying to. Frustrated that he couldn’t see that they should be allowed to grieve the loss of their home. Neither of them realized how exhausted and how easily irritated both of them could get after the amount of traveling they did.

“No ones here except family-“

“So? Your siblings feel your emotions! You’re making everyone upset.”

“How is that my fault? I’ve been trying-“

“Well try harder! Cause that face isn’t showing it.”

Those furious tears fell from her eyes as she stared at her father. He wanted to control everywhere she went, and now he wanted to control her emotions.

“..Well you can’t go around acting like that either..”

“Don’t cry now Y/n.”

“Yup, that’s me being dramatic. Once again, father knows everything!”

“I know everything! Because I do everything.”

Y/n got up from her spot and walked away from her meal, exhausted from her father. She was beginning to get the strength to just forget pleasing him. Y/n no longer wanted to be her father’s golden child, it had gotten so bad he’d even describe her as a burnt out star..

Even when it was visible Y/n no longer wanted to argue, Jake kept pushing and he followed her as she attempted to walk away.

“..cause you don’t let me do anything! I could help more if you just let me go!”

Neytiri gasped, fear reaping right out of her. What she feared was true, Y/n did notice how tight Jake held onto her, and she felt suffocated. The true truth was right between her words.

“Please the both of you are just tired, finish eating.”

“No Neytiri. I’m tired of this behavior. Y/n! With the way you’re acting, you are doing the opposite of help!”

Neteyam grew accustomed to taking the siblings out the room when anyone was arguing with father, he knew because it’s what he would’ve wanted. The most harshest punishments come from their father.

“I’m doing the best I can! What else do you want from me?!”

“I want you to be better! And to maybe spend some time thinking about how you’re effecting this family! I can’t keep arguing with you! This year has been a wreak! And it started with you, constantly acting out. You don’t get to be sad when you became reckless with the clan when they needed you.!”

Y/n started at her father for a brief moment, she gave her heart a moment to break. The clan meant everything to Y/n and yes, sometimes recently she had denied their demands to stay late and aid within their homes simply because everyone has their moment when they were tired of everything. The face of betrayal came across her face once again..

“…you may tell me how to shoot a gun, or train or who I get to hang out with, but you don’t tell me how to grieve my home and clan! I’m done with this conversation.”

“Oh!! Now I get it, this is about your training, that you fell down from!”

“Oh my goodness! This has nothing to do with my capabilities! But since we’re on the subject just because I mess up with small details, doesn’t mean that I won’t succeed in life! You do not get to tell me that!”

“I get to tell you all of it! Because I made you! Remember that Y/n!”

“Yea dad…you made me..okay..that’s fine..”

Neytiri wanted to cry at seeing her daughter’s shoulder weaken, her posture fall with her tears, and her hair detach from her scalp once again since she had run her hand through it. The volume in her voice got low and cracked, her daughter had accepted defeat in Jakes argument.

The siblings walked back in and watched Y/n walk into a dark corner of the Maui, turning her back to her family..

They sat there and didn’t bat a word at Jake, simply gotten used to his behavior and treatment of Y/n. They didn’t believe he was right for it, but what can you do when you know she’s at least fighting for herself? All siblings and mother accepted that she would never change.

Y/n laid there weeping silently, allowing her body to fall into a deep rest she needed badly.

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