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50stradwife · 10 months
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kalbimdeki-maviyara · 4 months
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rose-lily-field · 2 years
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teathattast · 4 months
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notsomodernwoman · 3 months
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j-nn-ly · 1 year
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I enjoy doing housework, ironing, washing, cooking, dishwashing. Whenever I get one of those questionnaires and they ask what is your profession, I always put down housewife. It's an admirable profession, why apologize for it? You aren't stupid because you're a housewife. When you're stirring the jam you can read Shakespeare.
- Tasha Tudor
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nickfowlerrr · 11 months
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@peachprairie: hi darling! 🤍🤍🤍 could u do bucky x black! wife reader + modern cottage core (ofc w/ alphine too)
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serpenteve · 1 year
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do you guys ever think about how aleksander's whole life derailed after he met alina??? ☠️ like i know we always talk about how sad and tragic it is, but it's also just so fucking hilarious?? like local dark lord was just living his life as a normal military general and then he meets alina and has a fucking mental breakdown
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homemakinghippie · 3 months
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A little mood board of the life I hope to achieve 🩷
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traditionaldream · 3 months
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I want to slow dow, to be gentle to myself, to laugh with my entire heart, to wake up in peace, to be receptive to my own overwhelming feelings, to heal; you deserve to grow, to cry less about what doesn't matter and more over the good things in life, to accept the things I can't change.
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melisssg99 · 4 months
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New Years Resolutions Thing to do/learn in 2024🩷
•Create a vegetable garden 🌱
•Grow and use some produce 🧅🥔🧄🍅
•Grow some herbs 🌿
•Start a sourdough starter 🫙
•Bake sourdough bread 🍞
•Learn to eat meat after 11 years of vegetarianism
(Only local and organic) 🥩
•Make pickles from scratch 🥒
•Make hummus from scratch 🫛
•Pick a cherry from our tree 🍒
•Make a fruit jam/jelly 🍯
•Host a dinner party 🍽️
•Use our own compost ♻️
•Sew a dress 👗
•Do yoga on a weekly basis! 🧘🏻‍♀️
•Learn to curl my hair properly(1940's pageboy?) 💁🏻‍♀️
•Hug cows! 🐮
•Be kind to myself 🩷
(maybe I'll add more, idk 🤭)
•Make pasta(dough) from scratch! 🍝
•Use up my all non-natural, commercial cosmetics/soaps/lotions to then switch to more healthy natural options 🧼🧴💄
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pinkuurin · 3 months
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Work in progress (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) 💗
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markantonys · 7 months
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okay but the role reversal if elayne and rand's first meeting in the show is while she's dressed like a peasant and he's dressed like a noble!!!!!
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rose-lily-field · 2 years
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teathattast · 3 months
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monpalace · 1 year
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Time knew he would never be able to understand all the new-fangled sayings and things that the youth said nowadays; especially given how much time he spent around the other Links without picking up a single term.
It came with being older in age (and era), he knew that. He could easily accept it because there was no shame.
He just can't help but wonder how you managed to keep up with the younger members. You were so close in age, and yet you had a much easier time understanding them.
(Were you his? From what he understood, you came from similar times.)
(He prays you are.)
Four and Sky, despite being “older,” even knew what words the younger generations used in their day-to-day lives.
“You're troubled.”
Time allows his eyes to wander from the conversing group that settled around the fire to his side. He was more than out of the way from the others, resting his aching back against a tree.
“What’s wrong?”
He shakes his head, letting his gaze move elsewhere so as to not let his hesitance show. “I’m fine. Your eyes deceive you.”
“My eyes deceive me?” Rather than offense, your voice mocked his own in amusement. “I’d be a fool to not see you sulk in this corner by your lonesome. I’ll ask again;” you hum, taking his hand into yours. “What troubles you?”
Time makes a vague gesture to the gossiping group, the tales of Wild’s experiences days after he woke up from his century-long sleep transitioning into Wind’s carefully spun stories of the seas to impress his older brothers.
“Their language is lost on me.”
“Lost on you?”
“Aye,” Time groans.
The laugh that bubbles out from your throat; Time has known (his) you long enough to know which ones you're able to hold back and which ones you can't.
He knows this is one of those laughs you can't stifle.
Time’s lungs clear at the sound. Whatever smoke and fog that previously cluttered them instantly dissipates into the air he breathed, the (not so) subtle of his brows undoing itself the few seconds it went on.
“They're not having an easy time either, you know,” you say.
The comment makes Time huff, his spine curling under the heavy weight of his armor when his muscles relax. “I know.” The leather and metal of his gauntlets creak around his fingers uncomfortably when he cracks his knuckles. “I know,” he reiterates.
“It’s always aye with you. Yes sir, no boy— you’re so formal.” Despite the discomfort of it, you lean onto his arm. “The only ones not intimidated by it are Twilight and Hyrule. Relax.”
“I am relaxed.”
Time ignores the way you stare down at the armor he wore.
The phantom warmth he felt emanating from your body leaves when you stand. He wants to reach out and bring you back beside him, but he doesn't believe he should be selfish when he looked so rigid and was seated so close to the others.
The desire grows when you stretch an arm behind his head and cup your hand around the back of his head, fingers scratching his scalp. His body feels akin to an open flame with you pull him forward and press a kiss to his forehead.
“Take your armor off and join us. Tell us that story of your ex-fiancée, yeah?”
Time is ashamed of how quickly he sheds his metal outer-casing, but he does as told like a dog receiving a bone.
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