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#wife loving dork
sailor-arashi · 3 months
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GOD your wife sounds like such a dork no wonder she married you
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It's true! Anyone who would stay with me for 15 years has got to be an incredible dork XD
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dindjarism · 5 months
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Bradley James and Holliday Grainger (2008)
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theriu · 9 months
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Hello good evening I would just like to treat you to some wholesome images of my ringneck doves sweetly cuddling in their bowl-nest warming their eggs together.
Thank you, as you were.
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elystelleven · 3 months
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I imagine a modern AU scenario where Vanilla is invited by Strawberry Crepe to play some video games and is interested to buy some for him and his wife, but the catch is that he is literally so. God. Awful. At almost every single genre there is to the point where it pisses Crepe off so the only kind of games he bought are farming sims. Just straight-up, farming sims. Not even a different kind of cozy game, though Crepe tried to gift him a few puzzle and rhythm-based ones just to add some variety to his selection, but it still isn't too effective because that old geezer sucks THAT bad.
(P.S. I'm not implying that farming or life sims are for losers I'm just saying that PV would definitely pour hours onto his Animal Crossing island or something)
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White Lily on the other hand... I imagine her having a bit more tech literacy than Vanilla somehow (being the smart one and working as a scientist and all) and is a literal god at puzzle and rhythm games for some unknown reason to the point where even her own husband and the other Ancients find her terrifying. Not a single breathing person knows how she reached that level of skill, and that's only the icing on the cake of how eccentric of a cookie she can be. That sopping wet cat...
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harboretum · 2 years
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Damage control
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beardedjoel · 3 months
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so pretty little wife coded is her buying this for joel as a joke but he threatens to wear it out constantly which always gets her yelling out and trying to tackle him as he leaves the door in it 😭
one day he comes home wearing it, and pretty wife turns to him and is like “you’ve been wearing that ALL DAY??? IN PUBLIC???” and joel just had the most smug smile on his face
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princessanneftw · 6 months
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Sir Tim Laurence arriving at The Royal British Legion Festival of Remembrance at the Royal Albert Hall on 11 November 2023
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paulsbettanys · 7 months
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jennifer.connelly: #LVSS24 🤍 Congrats @louisvuitton @nicolasghesquiere on another beautiful show!
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butchdykekondraki · 3 months
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unfortunately for all of you my wife likes it when i go on long winded rants about guy from shows and as such its physically impossible for me to shut the fuck up about them. fortunately this is basically endless entertainment for her so
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novelconcepts · 9 months
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It's probably stupid, sneaking out in the middle of the night. Just Van, and Tai, and a stolen joint. And all those stars.
“You ever think about how weird it would be if stars were fish?” Van asks, which is the second clue as to just how high she is.
The first clue is the way she pillows her head on Tai’s stomach, heedless of anyone who might round the corner on them. The first clue Tai is just as high is how little that idea scares her.
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sailor-arashi · 2 years
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ladycatofwinterfell · 11 months
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Father’s gentle hands
Summary: When Ned comes home to Winterfell he gets to feel a child of his kick for the first time.
I realised Ned never felt a baby kick in the womb until Sansa since he was away while Cat was pregnant with Robb and we all know what happened with Jon. So here’s early marriage nedcat fluff and Ned with his kids <33
Ned didn’t know why he felt a slight disappointment at that his wife didn’t meet him in the yard as he returned from Karhold. A moon’s turn he had been gone and though the weather had been unusually stable for that time of year in winter the trip had been no pleasure. Though why he had got through the journey home by imagining Catelyn meeting him as he rode through the gate he didn’t know.
Maybe because she was carrying his child. He had discovered so much happened in a moon’s turn when a woman was with child, surely he had missed something while he was away and he wanted to know what it was. It was the first time he paid so close attention to an unborn child, there seemed to be a lot he didn’t know.
He didn’t remember when his mother had carried his sister and younger brother, he hadn’t been there when Catelyn carried Robb. And Jon… well, he had come after it was all said and done.
“You wouldn’t know where Lady Catelyn is?” he asked the stable boy that took his horse as soon as he had his feet on the ground.
The boy shook his head.
“No, m’lord.”
Before Ned could say anything else a delighted yell could be heard and he turned to find his son running towards him. His absence hadn’t been as long as it felt like, but had Robb still not grown a little taller since Ned last saw him?
With a smile he scooped the boy up in his arms and held him up in the air.
“Father!” Robb squealed.
His little laugh was lovely. How Ned despised being away from home, how he despised not hearing Robb’s laugh for so long. His boy had the sunshine from the south and the north’s resilience.
“Robb!”
“You’re home!”
“Yes, I’m home.”
He put Robb back on the ground again, ruffled his mop of auburn hair with one hand.
“Did you do as I told you and kept the castle safe while I was away?” he asked.
Robb nodded, beaming. The pride would have been obvious from miles away.
“Me too!”
Only then did Jon make his presence known and Ned had to embrace him, as well. Ever the careful one, always a step behind his brother.
“My brave sons” he said as he ruffled Jon’s hair.
When he looked at them both there was a slight sting of sadness over that they could never truly be brothers. Not equal the way trueborn brothers were. Though as long as they were friends and there was no ill will between them he would be happy.
“Robb, do you know where your mother is?” he asked.
Now he had seen two of his children, he wanted to see the third. And he wanted to see Catelyn.
“The sept” Robb told him.
Idyn, the woman who most often attended to the boys, lengthened the answer a little.
“Lady Stark told me to bring your son to meet you as you arrived” she said. “She was busy.”
Ever since she found out she was with child Catelyn had prayed several times every day, and wouldn’t sway from that. It was most important to turn to the gods to keep the babe healthy, she had told him when he asked her.
“I’ll take the boys if you want to go to her, m’lord” Idyn then continued.
“That would be good, Idyn. Thank you.”
He would rather not set foot inside the sept though he could meet her outside.
Robb protested and wouldn’t agree to go with Idyn and Jon before Ned promised he would come to them afterwards. It was time for supper soon, he wanted nothing but to sup with his family after so long away from them.
So he made his way towards the sept. He was very rarely there, only when he needed Catelyn for something and she was there. He had been in there no more than twice since it was finished. That was her place, as the godswood was his. He needed not invade.
He felt like a fool when he stood there outside and did nothing but wait. People passed him, some looked like they wanted to ask what he was doing, but no one did. They just nodded towards him, said a polite greeting. Even though it wasn’t long he had to wait there it felt like an eternity.
Though all that was forgotten when the doors opened and Lady Catelyn stepped outside. The smile that lit up her face when she saw him made it all worth it.
“My lord” she said. “Do forgive me for not coming to you immediately, I was in the middle of my prayers.”
Just as he had suspected she had grown rounder since last he saw her, it was obvious even with all the clothing she wore to keep the cold off. It happened so quickly.
“There is nothing to forgive, my lady.”
She came to him and he got to lean down and kiss her cheek. The scent of her, of sweet flowers. He dared not embrace her, didn’t know if she wanted it, but as he straightened up again she took his hand, weaved their fingers together.
It made his heart flutter and he saw how a slight blush covered her cheeks.
“I’m happy to see you home” she said softly.
The sound of her voice was as lovely as she was.
“I’m happy to be home” he said to her.
If he had any luck there would be at least some time before he had to leave again.
“I believe our babe agrees.”
He didn’t have time to ask what she meant by that before she had moved his hand to rest against her stomach, putting her hand on top of it. And he felt a slight pressure against his palm from below it.
“It’s kicking” he said.
He heard himself how stupid it sounded when he said it with such wonder, but it was hard to care when he felt his child moving beneath his hand.
Never before had he felt a child of his moving before it was born. The world seemed to slow, he held his breath and his heart beat hard against his ribcage. When he thought of what he would return to during his travel he hadn’t even considered that. Yet it was as exciting, if not even more, as the rest of it. It was as if he had not truly realised he would have another child until then and there. He would once again be a father, his child was alive. It was there, kicking.
“It happened for the first time just a few days after you left, it’s stronger now” Catelyn told him.
The look on her face was as proud as Robb’s had been earlier.
Once again she weaved their fingers together, that time while his hand was splayed across her stomach. The kicking ceased and came to a stop, but the feeling in Ned’s chest didn’t do the same.
“Our child is strong” he said.
The feeling made his voice sound weird.
“It is” she agreed.
She looked at him and she looked so happy, her eyes sparkling. He must have been smiling back at her, it felt like he did.
When he kissed her she kissed him in return, raised a hand to his cheek. She was so soft, the mother of his children. Several children, two of them.
Her cheeks had turned even redder when they parted and she turned her face downwards. But she didn’t seem unhappy in any way, and her hand remained on his even as the child didn’t kick anymore.
“Every time I have felt it kick I have longed for when I would get to share it with you” she mumbled.
“Is that so?”
Catelyn had longed for him, longed to let him feel their child moving.
She glanced up at him, her eyes still gleaming.
“When I carried Robb you weren’t with me, now you are. I want to share what I can with you.”
“Now I’ll be here.”
He knew he couldn’t promise to always be there, that he wouldn’t have to leave again, but he also knew he wanted what she could share. He wanted to be there. With her and Robb and Jon and the child.
“I was going to eat a small something, would you keep me company?” she asked.
“That I would gladly do, I’m feeling a little hungry myself.”
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roughentumble · 10 months
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wait oh my god! thinking about a modern pretend marriage au but Geralt has to pretend he and Yen are still married because Ciri got into a really good school but it's very old fashioned so Geralt's hiding the fact he's remarried to Jaskier and shenanigans ensue, esp if Jaskier starts calling Yen and himself sister wives bc it always makes Geralt go
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YEEEEEEESSSSSSS
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YYYEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS!!!!!
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sweetlee · 8 months
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uhm…..
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sayakxmi · 10 months
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Dave leaving cute notes to remind Jade how much he loves her. 
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