#and my life

[thegreatestsandwich]

Baby, all at once, this is enough (Namor x f!reader)

(Still obsessed with him, don’t judge me)

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Pairing: Namor x F!reader

Word count: 574

Summary: You gave him one of the gratest gifts he could have ever asked for.

Warning: Nothing to be honest, just the must pure of purest fluff, I think.

A/N: What can I say? I love him so much that I will write for him to the day I die

Translations:

In yakunaj - My love

Jats'uts - beautiful

In reina - My queen

Meent in ts'áaik teen asab ti' le ba'ax je'el k'áatik, Nib óolal in yaakunaj. - You have given me more than I could ever ask for, thank you my love

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Namor enter quietly to his quarters, not wanting to disturb you if you were resting. He remembered the moment he saw you laying on his bed, so pale and weak, that the thought of loosing you terrified him. He just couldn’t stand seeing you like that. He couldn’t. You were everything, his strength, his heart, his soul. He was a changed man because of you.

You opened your eyes at the sound of him, a smile immediately forming on your face. “Hi.” You whispered.

“In yakunaj.” He kneeled at your side, his hands quickly grabbing yours, kissing your palms. “How are you feeling? Do you need anything?”

You laugh. “I have everything I could ever need at the moment.”

Namor smiled, even after all this time, he waiting for you to ask anything, you would always deny that offer. “You are glowing.” One of his hands left yours and brush away the few strands of hair that glued to your face thanks to the sweat. “Jats'uts.”

“So you are saying I was not beautiful before?” You said, the smile still on your face. Namor shook his head in amusement. “Have you seen them?”

“Not yet.” He kissed your forehead. “I wanted to see you first, needed to make sure you didn’t leave me.”

“As if I could leave you alone.” You whispered back.

As if on cue, Namora entered smiling, two little bundles tucked on her arms. “K'uk'ulkan.” She nodded at Namor, turning quickly to you. “In reina.”

Namor left your side for a moment, walking towards Namora, gently taking away one of the babies. He couldn’t help but smile at the sight of his son, cradling him as gently as he could. You had given him so much more than he ever expected to have. Much more than he deserved.

Namora soflty place the baby girl on your arms, her fingers tracing the features of the infant with so much wonder before taking her leave, leaving both parents to bond with their children.

He walked to you, sitting on your side. Your head rested on his arm, as he watched both of his children. “Meent in ts'áaik teen asab ti' le ba'ax je'el k'áatik, Nib óolal in yaakunaj.” He kissed your forehead, making you close your eyes. Namor couldn’t help the tears that began falling down on his face, looking back and forth between his children. “I vow to protect them, to protect you.”

You hummed, a bit tired from everything. “You don’t have to vow anything, I know you will do it regardless.” Your tired eyes watched how your husband brushed his hand over your son’s bald head. At that moment, you love him even more than you had before.

“The others want to meet them soon.” Namor whispered against your hair, noticing how your eyes began to close. “I manage to appease them for a little bit, but I am afraid that they will demand to know them soon.”

“I know, Namora didn’t leave my side until they were born, I think she even threatened the midwife when she made a mistake.” You laughed, your eyes finally closed.

Namor hummed in approval. “Remind me to thank her later.” He put his son on the basket, the one that the old women from Talokan had given him before, repeating the action with his daughter. “Rest, in yaakunaj, you have earn it.”

“Stay.” You muttered against his chest.

“I wasn’t planning on leaving.”

[yatorihell]

Noragami ends next week <3

[marshmallowwitharubberband]

Can't stop thinking about how naming conventions show that Jiang Cheng is pitied by *the narrative itself*.

See, if you've been sucked into the inescapable hole that is MDZS and danmei in general, you probably have at least a vague idea on how naming works in the novel, ancient Chinese fantasy, or East Asia in general and how the way a person adresses another says a lot about their relationship and level of respect.

In case you don't, suffice to say that courtesy names mark you as an adult, titles mark you as someone important and your birth name is normally reserved for your nuclear family and/or someone REALLY REALLY CLOSE. Think, that embarrassing nickname someone gets as a toddler/kid and only family can use it? Like that. But not quite? Cultural equivalences are hard...

In-novel, for example, even LZ's own *brother* calls him Wangji (courtesy name, shortened to show intimacy, but still), WY's adoptive family also call him variants of Wei Wuxian, not Wei Ying. Actually, our lovebirds are the *only* person to call each other their birth name (and boy, do they ABUSE that permission 😅). Of course there's other characters who only seem to have one name but from what I get, they're implied to be their courtesy names, and it's the birth name we never find out.

And then there's Jiang Cheng, who DOES have a courtesy name, Jiang Wanyin, but you'd never guess that because it never. Gets. Used. Maybe a handful of times in the entire novel. He's almost always called Jiang Cheng by the narration itself, and by the other characters, until he became Sect Leader Jiang and Sandu Shengshou (his war title). He jumped straight from baby name to title.

And I think it does a wonderful job of showing that he went from a kid to a whole-ass sect leader literally overnight. He had no time to settle into adulthood, to have his courtesy name used and recognized, no. Poor guy was thrown into a leader role when he had barely exited childhood.

And the fact that the narration keeps using his birth name, in my opinion, can be interpreted two ways:

1. The author wants to portray that, after everything, deep inside he's still a scared kid riddled with insecurities, a mere child lashing out.

or 2. The author shows no respect for him as a man, the same way other sect leaders would dismiss him initially for being too young and leading an almost-extinct sect.

Maybe both. And I think that's brilliant.

Or maybe I'm reading too much into it and MXTX just liked "Jiang Cheng" better than "Jiang Wanyin" 🤷‍♀️

[thewrothode-if]

im new here and just played the prologue and was hooked right from the first few pages! I thought that ch 1 was out, did my demo glitch or it is not out yet?

anyway this is sooooo amazing!

Sorry to say, but the first chapter is not out yet! Trust me, no one wants it out more than me…

However, my time to work on the story will be slowed drastically because my computer decided to straight up die on me. 😭

I almost lost all 30k+ words for chapter 1, but luckily I got it back before my computer could end its life forever. This is the most frustrating thing in the world, but I’m so glad I got my work back because if I had not, I straight up would have quit this whole writing thing all together. 😭😭

[seullovesme]

WHY CANT I CHANNEL MY INNER FREAK AND FINISH THIS SMUT, SOMEONE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I KEEP STOPPJNG SOMEONE HELP

[wulka303]

I made these

What happens when I can't sleep is insane

[seagullfeather]

Me in Greece: i am free. I am swimming in the sea's embrace and my hair is free and wavy and beautiful and natural as it should be. I wear the clothes that represent me and my body is mine with all its flaws, that's what makes me unique and beautiful. The poets would adore me both today and in ancient Greece. 17 is the most aesthetic age of girlhood ever. The coast looked the same 2000 years ago. People gazed at the same sea and watched the sunset excatly where i did. I can live slowly and let my divine femininity unfold. I am not afraid of the love my soul holds. My heart is light because life is only a moment but it is entirely mine. My existence is art.

Me at home: im literally adam sandler if he loved black metal and had some more religious visions tbh

[drops-of-universe]

If my suitcases weren't filled with memories or if that story hadn't dragged on for over a year, if the damage hadn't been done, i wouldn't be who i am. If my aunts hadn't spoiled me so much or if i, as a child, had been more loved, if things hadn't gone wrong, it wouldn’t be me. If it's true that you really dislike me, well i don't mean to bother but i have to say, i don't know what you have against me. You can try for hours to make me feel guilty, but it won't work because it's the rest of my entire life that made me this way. If it weren’t for those sighs, and the pain and my habit of remembering everything like a tape recorder and if God weren't playing writer of the story of my life, if it weren’t for Mickey and for Tuesdays and pandas or the upstairs of the first house i ever lived in where you could reach the hill just from the balcony and if it weren't for hunger and those children and that dog and Sancho Panza and if it weren't for Al-Koni and Captain Hook, it wouldn’t be me.

[whatshappeningheree]

Fuck my tits

[kiw-ee]

got used again1!!1!!1!2!2!!2!!2!1!!!1!2!2

we gucci though

[come1nalone]

[anoonimthepoorchad]

Holy fuck

I'm finally home. After 2 months of being away, after 2 months of mental breakdowns, homesickness, loneliness and getting used to new life at the new place, I'm finally home.

Although we managed to lose a cool kitchen knife, our dog's towel and my keys (don't even ask how we did it, we're wondering ourselves), we're safe and sound!

I've never been so long away from home. And when we came back, I felt like the city was the exact copy of my childhood memories, except for it was a copy and not a real one. I felt like I was tricked and I didn't feel safe or relaxed. I felt like I changed completely and I don't know who I am anymore.

Home is so small for some reason. And I forgot many things I used to do before. It'll take some time to feel at home again. It's so comfortable but so strange.

I miss Khmelnystky, the city we stayed in these 2 months. It's so lively and it's filled with nature. I close my eyes and see the street we lived on, and our flat we rented. I see all of the people there and every tree I saw. It hurts me to my core to know that we won't see it for awhile.

I may have trauma btw. I can't stop having suicidal thoughts and my brain lags all the time. I hear hallucinations sometimes and I see dark figures from the corner of my eye.

We went for a walk with our dog and went next to the subway station which got hit by a russian missile. The shops are trying to repair the windows while the people shop there. The glass has been cleaned, but there is glass dust on the ground. A little bit far from the square, there are some chunks of glass shattered on the floor. Mom advised me to hide during the sirens, especially after our area being hit by the missiles twice.

I'm going to sleep, and I hope I don't get nightmares. I love my home but I still have a lot of pain

[dont-take-me-home]

[baba-o-riledup]

[m3tth4ws]

when someone asks me why i support the leafs now

[starchasersunseeker]

Just had a panick attack in one of the bathrooms in my collage... yay so fun /s 🥲

Bro that professor went straight for the kill

So to explain what the fuck I'm talking about {for me to get it off my chest} I had to go to one of my professors for a verbal part of an exam {because on the exam I was 1% away from getting a certain grade so I had to do a verbal part so I could get the higher grade - which I did}

Anyway I'm there, she's asking me a question I have no idea the answer to because I dont actually know the process for what she was asking me, just that we do the process and what happens in it but not the actual process of how it's done {hopefully I'm making sense}

And since I don't know I say something along the lines of that I get confused easily {which is fucking true} and she goes in for the kill saying that noones gonna pity me etc and I'm over there obviously like "huh?? What the fuck you on about?? I don't want anyone to pity me?? Exact fucking opposite if anything " i don't say that out loud of course, only in my head, I only said "I'm not, that's not what I want" and she goes for another fucking kill

"You're beautiful, I can tell that you're smart, you need to be more confident in yourself" "if you keep saying you get confused a lot your brain will belive that, you need to stop saying that" "if you get confused that means you didn't study enough, don't compare yourself to others, some people need more time to study, some less. Some might need only an hour while others 4h and that's okay you just gotta put in the work and not compare yourself to others"

And I'm obviously tearing up because I'm under so much pressure and stress and anxiety and she just read the fuck out of me with comparing myself to others so I'm like "thats easier said than done, especially when ppl have compared you to others your entire life" etc and by this point the tears are going down my face

I can't fucking stop crying as much as I'm trying and she's like "it's fine this is a safe space" bro I don't feel like it's a safe space for me to cry when you can see me?? Just read me?? Wha

You don't even know me and somehow fucking read me?? And I hate that I cried infront of her so much but I'm glad I got the other questions right enough to get the higher grade... like fuck man

Then I just went up the stairs to a bathroom on the higher floor to not run into her lol because I was starting to have a fucking panick attack

I barely got to the bathroom in time before tears just started pouring out fuck ej

I was literally shaking, barely able to stand {could be part of that or my iron inemia, who knows} and just tears falling down my face and not stopping

.... man this all happend before fucking 9am 😭

So yay that's a great start to being nineteen 🥲

Having a panick attack the day after my birthday... so incredibly fun truly /sarcasm obviously