#wife for a quiet life

[stagefoureddiediaz]

Eddie diaz dealing with his mommy issues arc in season 8 is feeling realer to me than ever right now

[g3othermal3scapism]

i think one of my hottest jegulus takes is that james DOES NOT get jealous. like at all. he’s just too confident for that. he thinks its hilarious when other people flirt with regulus, cus its all in good fun and he is so confident in his deepest soul that he is reg’s favorite. he and sirius watch moonwater interactions from afar and he giggles while sirius absolutely seethes

[thatgentlewife-deactivated]

“I aspire to have a quiet life, to enjoy the simple details of every day, & and to wake up with the intention of filling my home with unconditional love.”

[eddieisashifter]

☽⛥☾ 𝐘𝐎𝐔❜𝐕𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐔𝐏 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 ☽⛥☾

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in the small town of NEVERMORE, SCOTLAND, lives a witchy pair and their coven...

the small town has magic in the air. more so than just the fairy cafes, sphynx run bookshops, and vampire antique shops. nevermore seems to crackle with magic that shifts with the seasons. people suspect the local coven is responsible for the perfect seasons that effect them, but no one seems to mind. every spring is fresh and bright without the allergies, every summer is perfectly glowing without being hot, every autumn is a stunning display of golden amber and scarlet leaves, and every winter's snow is perfectly light and present for yuletide morning. no matter the cause, nevermore is a perfect bubble of beauty. tucked out of the way like a fairy circle, a magic that finds you even you're not searching it out.

now playing.... like real people do — hozier 1:03 ──⚬──── 3:17 ⇆ ◃◃ ıı ▹▹ ↻

our main characters...

𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐱 𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓

☽⛥☾ the witchy couple of nevermore

☽⛥☾ rarely seen without the company of their familiar, morrigan the black cat

☽⛥☾ lenore runs a mystic shop in town & does divination reading whilst eddie is an author and poet

☽⛥☾ met in university studying literature

☽⛥☾ married a year ago

☽⛥☾ real life gomez and morticia addams

divider cred: witchrealms

[peachsukii]

Mr. Peach and I are cleaning up the garden today because of the nice weather (and my headache is finally full enough for me to exist again), and I can’t stop thinking about an AU of reishima (no Bakugo? Am I sick?) as farm hands on a family farm.

It’s a farm that I inherit from my family, left from my mother’s side to care for once they move out of the farm house and into a smaller home. I’m free to decorate the entire place, take care of all the animals I’ve bonded with, and live peacefully under the sun. Bakugo’s a childhood turned best friend, someone who always swings by to help me on days where it’s a little too much to take care of everything. He still lives down the road from the farm all these years later.

Kirishima comes to town sometime in our mid to late 20s. It’s a meet cute of sorts, a new local market opened downtown and he happens to help run his family vegetable stand there. Over time, we get to talking more and more until he comes to visit the farm one day. I cook him dinner, show him all the animals and reminisce over the childhood I had growing up on the farm. A little while later, I introduce him to Bakugo, who instantly hits it off with him, too.

It just sounds so nice. 🥺

[saintfelina]

i see the brightest women turning into useless passive doormats whos only defining trait is letting a man impregnate them you really hate to effing see it

[cienie-isengardu]

[lexa-griffins]

Farm Lexa has this hand bound book she made back when she was around sixteen. She made it to keep her pressed flowers. The very first page has pressed daisies and a date below them followed by a happy scribble, "Clarke asked me on a date."

The dandelion Clarke put in her hair after their first kiss. A black eyed susan they picked after their first time as they walked around the run down farm.

The petals of the deep red roses Clarke gifted Lexa the day they decided to get engaged.

One of each of the flowers Lexa walked down the aisle with. One of each of the flowers from Clarke's bouquet.

The english primrose that popped up in Lexa's garden not long after little Madi laughed for the first time.

The Lilly of the Valley a baby Saige found fascinating because fairies lived in them.

The poppies the twins ended up ripping from her garden because it matched their hair.

The small piece of baby's breath that showed up around the tree where they buried their baby soon after Lexa stepped out of her grief.

The sunflower petals that remind her of Clarke and their little sunshine boy Aden.

Every wild flower the kids offered her. At least one petal from the bouquets Clarke got her. Her favorite flowers from her garden. The ones she found on walks. All dated, all with a note on why they made her smile.

[theheadlessgroom]

@beatingheart-bride

"This is actually the happiest I've seen her in quite some time," Edward confessed with a wry smile, as he ladled himself a glass of punch. "Between reuniting with Susannah and having you in her corner, she's been much happier than she has been in a while."

If there was one thing Doreen Gracey excelled at (aside from throwing wild bal de masques and growing the most wonderful of flowers), it was masking her feelings through joviality and boisterousness, but both Edward and Belle knew better, and could see through that mask where others could not-or, perhaps in the case of her parents, would not.

"Her parents are...getting more serious about marrying her off," he confided to Philippe, keeping his voice down as he glanced briefly at the Gracey parents, chatting away with another couple across the ballroom. "They've been wanting her to go out more, to entertain more bachelors, and it's sincerely weighing her down..." It wasn't like she could tell them that her heart already belonged to someone else, after all.

Especially someone they would consider...inferior to her.

"So...having you here, and being with Susannah again, it...it means more to her than she or I could ever say," he finished: He was glad his Dore had such exceptional friends she could count on, people to help put her mind at ease and show that she wasn't always as trapped as she felt by her parents and the world they lived in.

"And I'd just like to say...thank you. Thank you very much for being there for her."

[snappysprinkledog]

Sometimes I remember how Elizabeth Swann's story ends and get all annoyed again just like little kid me, she spent the whole time craving adventure and to be out on the sea and then after everything, after becoming the pirate king, she ends up playing 'I think I like this little life' and playing house waiting for 10 years when she can see her husband again as he can come on land :/

[swordmaid]

thalia is so growing on me i love my rich woman who has Problems.. i gave her ice powers for like. the elsa vibes.

[frmulcahy]

I’d be such a good monk if it wasn’t for the agnostic thing

[caseuoiseau]

This is just Cyclops.

After being a superhero for decades and experiencing many awful events, you make a horrifying discovery: you don’t age and will never be able to retire

[americandollar1]

I found my wife's character suspicious. Even on the first night of our marriage, she was talking to someone on the phone, laughing, but I kept quiet and waited to catch her red-handed. I had no evidence against her. That's why I blamed my brother to get her out of my life. The very next day, my brother died. As soon as I entered his room, I was shocked because my wife was my brother's… See the first follow me comment to read more

[sajagz]

🌸 From One Mother’s Heart – Please Read 🌸

My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.

But life had other plans.

War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.

There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.

I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.

Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.

This is my life.

This is my daughter’s life.

And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.

Why I’m Reaching Out Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.

That’s why I keep going.

I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.

How You Can Help: 🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity 🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources 🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war

💛 If you can, please support our journey here:

If you can’t give, please consider sharing. Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.

From My Heart to Yours Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war. But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.

I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.

Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.

With love and endless gratitude

[connorsui]

He stood outside the courthouse, using the building’s reflective glass as a makeshift mirror. He adjusted the tie she’d picked out for him that morning, tugging it loose and then tightening it again until it sat just right. His free hand ran through his hair, smoothing the strands she’d ruffled when she kissed him goodbye with a sly smirk. The faint scent of her perfume clung to his shirt, and he couldn’t help but smile.

“Man, your wife is insane,” an officer muttered as he walked past, throwing him a glance.

Without missing a beat, he chuckled, straightening his collar. “Yeah, no shit. Why do you think I married her?” He shot the officer a grin through the reflection, adjusting his cufflinks like this was just another day in his life. “I’m literally on my way to her trial right now, carrying her favorite cookies and wearing the shirt she insisted on. Hell, I’ve even got her eyeliner in this bag because, and I quote, she wants to look stunning for the pictures.”

He gave himself one last look in the glass, smoothing the fabric of his shirt, before turning to the officer. “And when this is all over, I’ll be paying her bail. Not because I have to—because I want to. She’ll come out, probably ask for a shopping spree or some fancy dinner, and you know what? I’ll give it to her. Every last bit.”

His voice softened as he glanced down at the cookies in his hand, a quiet smile tugging at his lips. “Because she’s my wife. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”