cow-field

good hobbies/pastimes 

  • astral projecting
  • baking bread
  • weaving ivy & honeysuckle vines into wreaths & attire
  • relaxing in fields w/ cows & sheep
  • standing in streams/rivers for 3+ hrs
  • harp playing
Cool Down- Steve x Reader(f)  Chapter 3

Authors notes: So, I didn’t think I liked writing fluff… but I’m loving this series. Hope you are too. Feed back is always helpful!!

Note/Warnings: Nerves, headache, and a crap ton of fluff at the end.

Originally posted by chrisxchrisxchris

Your flight had been uneventful. Well, if you could call three hours of a screaming baby, a man who snored like a freight train, and a thoroughly grumpy flight attendant uneventful. You landed in Summerville, South Carolina and took a cab down to Charleston. It was an hour drive to your parent’s house so, you pulled out your phone and plugged in your headphones.

 While you listened to your music, it was interrupted by a soft ping. You smiled to see a text from Steve.

 - Have a good flight?

 Oh, the best…

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Farmers Daughter - Stiles Stilinski {Part One}

Author’s Note: Thanks to @celestial-writing for looking this over for me! Some of you probably won’t understand what I’m talking about when working the pipeline, since I asked my dad, who’s a farmer (who’s also Mr. Holmes c; ) but I hope you lovelies enjoy!


Originally posted by sakurawinchester-blog



Stiles’ POV

“Well, Stiles you’ve totally made a mistake to work here for the ENTIRE summer.” I say to myself, groaning as I dragging pig feed across the grass. I stop for a minute to wipe the sweat of my face, looking up at the sun. “I don’t know how people do this.” I complain, the sweat making my shirt stick to my body, grabbing the bag hurling it across my shoulder. I stumble into the heifer barn, hearing the moo’s and oinks from the animals. I slam the feed against the ground as I take out the pocket knife Mr. Holmes let me borrow, cutting the string off the top of the bag. I pour some of it into the trough then mixing water with it. I lock the gate the pigs are held in as they dig into it, some pigs being more aggressive than others. “Aye, be nice piggies.” I mumble, heading back out. I lean against the wall, slamming my head off of it lightly. “This sucks. God, this fucking sucks.” I groan, hating this job already. So far today I’ve had to help clean the barn, which consists of shoveling manure and while Mr. Holmes went to go spread it I broke down hay bales for the cows, then he showed me how to use a tractor and work the harrower, so I can prep some of the land for cutting hay, and now I just fed pigs. I never thought I’d ever do this in my life and I never want to, ever. I heard whistling and looked up to see a girl my age, bringing the cows in from the field. Holy cow. I groan at the irony before looking back at her again. I gulp slightly, her eyes meeting mine and she gives me a small smile and a wave. I return the wave and once she’s out of sight I tell myself, “Alright, maybe it’s not so bad.” I head into the barn, watching all the cows come in and head into a stall. I connect the chain to the numbers around their neck, so they stay in place. After locking another one in I walk towards the next, only to run into somebody.

“I-I’m so sorry.” The person says and I look up, seeing the same girl.

“O-Oh it’s okay.” I stutter, my cheeks flushed, “I should’ve watched where I was going.” I chuckle, seeing her smile before giggling.

“We haven’t actually met yet. I’m Y/N.” She puts out her hand for me to shake. I take it, feeling how soft her hand is and shakes it.

“Stiles.” I was about to ask her how long she’s worked here when Mr. Holmes’ cut me off.

“I see you’ve finally met my daughter, Stiles.” He smiles patting her shoulder as he continues locking the cows up, getting ready to milk.

“S-She’s your daughter, sir?” I ask, my lips parting.

“Yup. Also, please just call me Mike.” He tells me, heading into the milk house.

“You seem to be in shock that I’m his daughter.” Y/N giggles, pushing the hay up towards the cows with her feet.

“Uh, yeah. I-I guess I just didn’t see it coming.” I tell her, rubbing my hand on my neck, looking around. She chuckles as she walks by my, our shoulders brushing and my eyes flutter shut.

“Yeah, people are usually surprised. I don’t know why, because I’m not that special, but yeah.” I look over at her to see her eyes already on me. We stare into each other’s eyes for what seems like minutes, but in reality it’s seconds.

“Well, I disagree with that statement.” I tell her and she parts her lips in surprise. “I think it’s absolutely wonderful that you help your family out on the farm. Not a lot of kids these days would volunteer for this kind of work.” Her cheeks redden at what I’ve said and looks away quickly.

“N-No one’s ever said something like that to me before.” She whispers, looking up at me through her lashes, a small smile appearing on those beautiful pink lips. I smile at her as I walk past her, heading into the milk house where Mike was.

“Need some help?” I ask and he nods his head. I gather the milk machines, walking out and down the aisle towards the back of the barn, hooking them on the pipeline. “So, how do you do this exactly?” I ask, looking over to Mike.

“Alright, you connect the tube to this,” he brings the tube up to the metal pep caulk, connecting it together. “Then, you turn this valve handle down before placing the machine on their teats and basically when milk no longer comes out is when you take it off.” He explains, putting the machine on the cow in front of me, nodding my head before going to a cow a couple feet down from him. I bend over, cleaning the teats with hot water and soap, praying that this cow doesn’t kick me. I place the machine on the teats and watch as it sucks the milk out.

“Having fun?” I jump, turning around seeing Y/N watching me.

“Oh yeah. So much fun, wanna join in?” I chuckle, standing up, throwing the washcloth into the empty bucket.

“Oh man, as much as I’d love to, I have to feed the babies.” She giggles placing a hand on my arm before walking away with two buckets that are filled with milk. Her touch lingers on my arm as I get back to work.

Later that night…

My phone rings and I pick it up, seeing my dad calling me. I answer, holding the phone against my ear, “Hey dad.”

“Hey, Stiles. How’d your first day go?” He asks me as I sit on the edge of the bed.

“Uhm, good. I kinda hated it at first but I think I’m kinda getting used to it.” I say, thinking of when I first saw Y/N, a smile forming on my face.

“That’s good. What made you change your mind about it?” My dad chuckles and I run my fingers through my hair.

“Well, uh, t-they have a daughter who also helps and she’s really sweet. Kind of cute as well.” I chuckle, a blush forming on my cheeks.

“Oh, I see now.” He laughs. “Have you talked to the girl?”

“Y-Yeah. A few times.” I tell him, groaning a little, knowing what he’s trying to do.

“You think something will happen between the two of you?” He prods further.

“I-I don’t know, maybe. I’m not even somewhat sure. She’s so out of my league. She’s got reddish hair that glows in the sunlight and looks really soft, beautiful hazel eyes that sometimes change colors from green to brown, and her lips, man her lips look so soft. Oh my god what am I doing? That’s embarrassing.” I laugh, holding my head in my hands, hearing my dad chuckle some more.

“It’s alright, you should be able to talk to me about this stuff Stiles, but I do have to go. Duty calls.” My dad tells me and I bid him goodnight before we hang up. I put my phone on the charger and my ears perk up as I hear the front door shut. My eyebrows furrow together in confusion, wondering who could be up in the middle of the night. I open the front door, stepping outside, seeing a figure sit on the bed of the truck, looking up at the sky. I get closer to them and realize that it’s Y/N.

“Hey, you okay?” I ask and she jumps, placing a hand over her heart.

“Oh my god, Stiles. You scared the crap out of me.” She laughs, looking over at me. “I’m fine. I just couldn’t sleep.” I hop up, sitting next to her, out palms brushing slightly. We sit in silence for a few minutes before she speaks up. “So, where do you live? Nearby?”

“Beacon Hills. Do you know where that is?” I ask, looking over at her.

“Yeah, my aunt lives there. I think I’ve only been there once though.” She replies, leaning her head on my shoulder. “Is this okay?” She asks, looking up at me without removing her head and I nod at her.

“Y-Yeah, you’re fine.” I stutter, looking up at the sky. “Man, I’ve never actually took the time to look up at the sky.”

“You don’t stargaze at home?” She asks, feeling her eyes on the side of my face.

“No, I never have time do. Um, my friends and I deal with a lot of stuff that I’m so exhausted by the time night comes.” I slightly lie, looking down at her. “Honestly, I’m glad I took this job. I’ve been so stressed about stuff lately that I’m drilling myself into the ground.”

“Well, I’m kinda glad you took the job as well. Being in the country and away from other people can be quite relaxing.” She smiles, shivering slightly.

“Are you cold?” I ask, slipping my red zip up hoodie off.

“O-Oh, Stiles. I couldn’t.” She denied, removing her head from my shoulder.

“Cmon, Y/N. Just take the hoodie, please.” I place the hoodie over her shoulders, giving her a warm smile. She returns my smile and places her head back on my shoulder.

“Tell me about yourself?” She asked. I hesitate, but end up telling her my life story. We talk about almost everything, especially Star Wars. “I should really get to bed.” She yawns, getting off the edge of the truck bed, as I follow her back inside. We walk down the hallway and when we get in front of her bedroom door, she stops and turns towards me. “Thanks for talking to me tonight. You’re a really cool person and you have a great personality. I bid you a goodnight.” She places a small kiss to my cheek before entering her room, closing the door. I stare off into space, my hand lifting to my cheek, where her lips just were, a lopsided grin on my face. I walk into the room I’m staying in, laying on the bed, staring at the ceiling thinking of all the possibilities that could happen with Y/N. This girl… is incredible.

fic: just touched down in londontown

“Hamilton is actually really nice and the plot is very interesting and okay, well, there’s this guy.”

In which London is not as bad in the summer, a cute guy dies considerably in Act II and Phil has actually lucked out for once.

Word count: 3.5k 

Tags: musical theatre, flirting, pj being a good friend 

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farmer ronan and college student adam!!!!

  • adam staying at the barns when he’s on break from school (sometimes ronan visits him in his dorm on weekends)
  • sometimes they get up really early to go feed the deer
  • one time adam comes back after a couple weeks and ronan has acquired a pond AND ducks. ducklings. waddling all over ronan’s lap.
  • sometimes they get up really late and are lazy in bed and maybe they have breakfast in bed roll around as sunlight leaks into the room and that’s ronan’s Favorite thing bc sunlight and adam parrish are a magical combination
  • anyway
  • ronan and adam laying down in the grass of the cow field while the sun is setting
  • they watch the fireflies float around them and opal runs around trying to catch them
  • this is adam’s Favorite thing bc fireflies and moonlight and ronan lynch are a magical combination
  • maybe they get a dog
  • maybe they have a cat in the barn and then KITTENS
  • blue, gansey, and henry come over to see the kittens and end up taking 2 of them home
  • late nights sitting on the porch in rocking chairs bc ronan is trying to embrace his Old Man Farmer aesthetic
  • adam always fixes the tractor when it breaks down. ronan likes it when mechanic!adam makes an appearance
  • adam doing the whole “honey i’m home!” thing when he comes home from school (HOME)
  • ronan and opal in the kitchen attempting to cook except opal isn’t the most helpful and also ronan doesn’t stop her from eating things before he’s finished
  • ronan grabbing adam with flour covered hands and kissing him hello
  • Life on the Farm With Ronan and Adam is my new favorite thing
[Ask RPedia] Writing Too Much, and When It’s a Problem?

Anonymous asked RPedia: Hi! I was browsing online for random stuff about roleplaying and I found a post about what people find annoying, and one of the points was ‘replies that are too long’ and as a person who writes a lot it kinda made me paranoid? Their point was that it is useless and you should just get to the important parts, especially if you repeat yourself or are too wordy. Is it true that people find it annoying? I never thought of it, I always write long replies to explain what is going on on my OC’s head :/ 

Yep, this is actually a problem, but it’s not a problem for the reasons you’ve listed! Look, I’m gonna give you two sample posts, you tell me which one is more fun and we’ll dissect why. This is actually a very common problem, because a lot of kids really, really, want to impress their partners, but just don’t have the skills (or possibly the ability to frame new details/information) to do so yet. Your content and presentation, essentially, has to mean something, and relate to what you’re talking about in your post. Your wording should add to the story in some way; be that to elicit a response, or explain an idea you want to get across in some way so the other author knows about it. Squish unimportant things together to make them more important bullet points, or don’t say them if at all they don’t add something to the pot. That’s the major concept here. 

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anonymous asked:

Can I add to last anon's 'stereotypical Irish things that happen to people who hate Irish stereotypes' please? I woke up one morning to three aunts and my mother (all 50+) and our milkman proper sprinting down the Big Hill, following my uncle in the tractor and 2 other uncles in our granddad's carer's knackered Ford. Turned out, the cows from the field next door had escaped through a hedge & took a jaunt to the beach. At 7.30am. While their owner was away in Dubs. Took 3 hours to herd them back.

It is not only my dreams, my belief is that all these dreams are yours as well. The only distinction between me and you is that I can articulate them. And that is what poetry or painting or literature or filmmaking is all about… and it is my duty because this might be the inner chronicle of what we are. We have to articulate ourselves, otherwise we would be cows in the field. 

- Werner Herzog

ALIVE (Bellamy Blake x Reader)

Request: Can i have a modern Bellamy x reader request where reader is in a car accident and they have secret feelings for each other. So when the reader is discharged from the hospital bellamy stays at her place with grinding and smut.
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 Can i please have a LONG Bellamy x reader request where reader has been in a car accident and her heart stops a few times. And bellamy and squad group are reminiscing about the times the reader has helped them in their worst experiences. After the reader is released, Bellamy stays at her house cause he’s secretly in love with her and they end of grinding on eachother. WITH SMUT PLEASE!! <3

A/N: Hii, sorry it took long to post this, my inbox has been pretty full and it was a bit difficult because you wanted it long but here you go xoxo 

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Bellamy runs into the emergency room faster than he’s ever ran in his entire life. Everything is moving in a blurry haze as anxiety and adrenaline pump through his system. He doesn’t know how he was able to maneuver his way into the hospital without being told where to go, he just followed his gut feeling and it led him straight to your room in the ICU. When he sees you lying there silently, surrounded by doctors and nurses, he stands completely still.

He’s not sure if this is really happening or if this is just some sick nightmare his twisted brain is coming up with. May it be noted that Bellamy Blake has never been anyones emergency contact so when he got a call from the paramedic on sight, his heart had stopped. 

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Funky Bass Friday - Heath!

Bassist for X! 

Besides bass player, Heath’s position in X is “the always confused one who just goes along with all the craziness”

When Heath first joined X, the other members took him to the middle of nowhere to look at cows in a field. 

He was the youngest member of X, until Sugizo joined the band in 2007.

Please enjoy the following clip of Heath rocking the bass!