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on one hand, them banning tiktok is yet again another means to control and silence ppl from sharing real-time information on situations such as Palestine. Not to mention all the people who are losing their income (this is why Patreon and supporting creators externally is important) but on the other hand?….good riddance. it’s been fuck that app for a while now.

Didn't reblog that one "wait you guys actually use chatgpt" post but the one reply where someone said they use it to do math is insane to me, we already have an AI that does math for you it's called a calculator and it's been around for decades

Edit: I know a calculator isn't AI I was making a point that we already have the tools to help with math and we don't need the unreliable bullshit

AND STILL, WE STAND [ ♔ ]

summary. as a girl, you spent a lot of time dreaming about southron princes. the only problem is…none of those dreams consisted of marrying king aegon’s bastard son. | wc. tbd.

cw/ tw. arranged marriage, political marriage, angst, hurt/comfort, prince nanami, mentioned past relationships, pregnancy, princess reader, original characters, game of thrones au, loss of virginity, dubcon, jealousy, possessive behavior, intended for 18+ readers

pairing. nanami x fem!reader

an. I rewatched GoT recently and really wanted to write a story with nanami in the universe:3 divider by @/cafekitsune. I also haven't suggested this on my other series, but if you're interested in a tag, comment on this post. reblogs are appreciated!

MASTERLIST

Please remember to read all tags before proceeding!

♧ Chapter One

♧ Chapter Two

♧ Chapter Three

mellarkee—please don't copy, paste, or translate.

take a guess who y’all think this is about 🤭

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you hated pet names.

they were cringey and you fought back the urge to gag whenever you heard your friends’ partners refer to them as “babe” or “kitten” or “honey.”

that was…until he came into your life and let the names fly off his tongue like nothing. it didn’t take long for it to fall into a habit.

if he wanted to start a convo with you, he’d say “mama, can i talk to you for a sec?” and wait for you to respond, face blank like he only said a call of your name.

if he were greeting you, he would wrap an arm around your shoulder and pull you into his chest, mumbling a “hey baby” into your hair.

if he was calling you over it was “babe c’mere!”

and if you had just done something for him, whether it be cooking his food, packing his gym bag, or anything, he would give you a kiss to your cheek, squeezing you against his side with a “thank you, mama” leaving his lips before he turns your chin to give you another one, this time a soft one on your lips.

yeah, ok so maybe nicknames weren’t all that bad…at least not when they were coming out of his mouth.

༊*·˚ warnings: blood & small cuts!

8:47 PM and nanami arrives with a busted lip, bleeding nose and small cuts all over his face. i’m okay, he says as you cup his face in your hands, softly grazing the cuts and passing your thumb by his bottom lip to clean up some of the blood. you don’t have to worry about me, he smiles and leans into your touch, laughs as you ignore his request and murmur something about the first aid kit you keep in the bathroom.

8:52 PM and you’re in between nanami’s legs, brows furrowed in concentration as you dab a cotton ball soaked with rubbing alcohol onto his little cuts, immediately placing a flowery band aid over it. sorry if it hurts, you say with a smile, kissing the tip of his now cleaned up nose. he hums, places his large calloused hands on your the sides of your hips and lets you bandage him up, lets you press feather light kisses to all of his little injuries because he secretly loves it.

9:03 PM and you’re in the bath, styling nanami’s blond hair into funky hairstyles with bubbles. you’re laughing because it’s a sweet moment, he’s smiling because he loves seeing you happy over something so trivial.

9:22 PM and you’ve moved from the bathroom to the kitchen, wearing nothing but a towel. nanami is in the same state — sage green towel hanging loosely from his hips, hair semi wet and covering his eyes slightly. he’s flipping a pancake (breakfast for late dinner) while humming to a song he heard on the radio in the morning. you end up close to him — somehow, in some way, you always do. and that always makes him smile because he’s so in love — and he turns to face you, leaning down to plant a soft kiss to your lips, one that is gentle yet passionate, one that leads to him wrapping his arms around your waist, that makes the pancake get burnt.

9:49 PM and you’re sitting out on the balcony because the breeze is warm and your plants need company, sweet words and a few kisses — and of course, you and nanami are ready to give those things to them because they’re your water devouring babies. so, you sit out and eat the pancakes that didn’t burn as nanami tells you and the plants about his days and the bothersome curse he had to deal with.

10:08 PM and you’re snuggled into nanami’s side, drifting off to sleep as he tells you a story about fairies and whatever comes to mind. his voice is sleepy, carries tiredness and so you murmur something about him going to sleep as well. and he smiles, turns and brings you toward his chest — i love you, he breathes out, i hadn’t told you that, hm? he squeezes you against him and kisses the top of your head, heart beating a steady rhythm against your ear. i love you, i love you, i love you.

TALK ABOUT SUDAN

Sudan-a country located in northeastern Africa at the southern edge of Sahara- has been facing an ongoing civil war since April 15th of 2023. About 13,000 citizens have been killed, including children, elderly, woman, and men. More than 8 million citizens have been displaced. About 70,000+ children are facing life-threatening malnutrition, the numbers are steadily increasing. The war in Sudan is triggering the ‘world’s largest hunger crisis.’

It’s a civil war between two rival factions of the military government of Sudan, the Sudanese armed forces (SAF) and the Rapid Support Forces (RSF). Even before the war started, the Sudanese governed was in complete shambles. In almost daily protests for peace and justice, at least over 50 citizens would be killed ‘accidentally’ (they would have bullet wounds in their heads, chests, and other vital areas), women would be kidnapped and harassed by the ‘RSF’, children and citizens would randomly go missing only to be found in underground freezers meant to be used for fruits and other resources.

Right now, more than 25 million people are facing starvation and dangerous disease. We’re almost 11 months into Sudan war, yet not many people are speaking about this. Please take your time to open the link down below, you don’t even need to donate, just share the link to other people who might be able to.

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Yeah I don't think I'll pick jjk up again. Not my thing...

I want to write. I have ideas. I open document. I type four of the worst sentences ever created in the english language. I daydream the rest of the scene. I close document.

You know who would make the perfect wedding date? Nanami Kento. Even if you’re not together, he treats you like someone he could spend a lifetime beside. He's the type who shows up early, dressed sharp but with his sleeves rolled up, offering to iron your dress without a second thought - just wanting to be helpful, to be close.

He's the type who sits through hours of dress try-ons, calm and attentive, offering quiet praise with that soft look in his eyes. You don’t see the way his fingers twitch when you smile at yourself in the mirror. You don’t notice how he lingers on the little details - how the color of your dress brings out your eyes, how your laugh makes the room feel lighter.

He brings over his whole tie collection, more invested than he’d ever admit, just to match with you. And when he hands you your favorite coffee that morning, there’s a small note on the lid in his handwriting - just a simple “You’ll be beautiful today.” He acts like it’s nothing.

He even shows up with a bottle of nail polish, a shade he spent far too long picking out, and offers - half shy, half serious - to paint your toes for you. His hands are steady, but his heart isn’t.

At the reception, he holds your purse while you dance with your friends, watching you with that quiet, wistful expression he tries to hide. He doesn't let himself hope for more , but when you reach for him during a slow song, when your hand slips into his and he pulls you close, he lets himself pretend. Just for a little while that he will always be your plus one.