Stole 4 baby chicks from my local farm... in my defense they were too cute and somehow convinced my mom to let me keep them
Achievement unlocked!
Stop! Thief!
You probably shouldn’t have done that…
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I try not to be too pedantic when reading historical fiction set in the Middle Ages. I really do. And I resent being told that eleventh-century peasants would not treat the organs of livestock as edible. I understand that the average reader will not be expected to have advanced degrees in history. I would hope that the average reader would be expected to be, uh, not stupid.
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honestly the kryptonian daddy au is so cute wholesome and spicy at the same time aahhhhhhh~♡
does Clark (or Kal in this case) in this au growl??? not in the cringey fanfic way but like in this low but steadily increasing in volume, rumbling thing that just spikes DANGER ABORT MISSION FUCKING RUN! down the spine (and does Bruce find it sooooo fucking hot like Mark him down scared AND horny-) does he purr like a fucking loud motor engine with his kids????
also the whole polar bear imagery reminds me of those polar bears fucking drenched in blood so damn red and looking gory after their kills.
so imagine if Bruce finds him like that the first time he sees him. Like all those military bastards trying to kill Kal and (nobody is listening to Kal he needs to find his baby-) Kal is ends up causing.... severe bodily harm. There's blood splashed all over his hair, face and suit and Bruce finds him LIKE THAT and he goes
OH FUCK-
and
Oh fuck~!
At the same time. It's literal torture.
ABSO-MOTHERFUCKING-LUTELY
Look, give me the sunshine krytonians; give me powerful rays of sunshine who stubbornly refuse to forfeit their warmth. Give me kryptonians who refuse to be cold just because the world is.
But also. Give me Kryptonians who are truly unstoppable storms of nature when their babies get taken from them. Not only would Clark growl, he'll snarl and hiss and spit. Baring his fangs because they bit first.
Clark who catches a faint smell of sweet sunshine and tender, burnt metal, and unmissable scent of family on this masked soldier.
Clark who flies like a bullet, a knife in soft meat, through tanks and guns and fire, until he jumps on this man, careful not to obiscerate him.
On his back, Bruce admires, -- observes, -- him, and remembers sunshine doesn't glow. It burns. Those red ruby eyes steam with anger, with rage, with a fatherly desperation Bruce tastes all the time.
He roars at Bruce, so close to his face. There's a purring where fear should be.
He catches on too quickly. Jon tried roaring at him, too, althought he barely managed a faint squeak. "... I have him. And i have you, too. But you need to calm down."
He has no idea if Clark even understands what he's saying. But something in Bruce must convince him, because he's raised effortlessly on his feet. "Baby. Now."
Good lord. That voice.
How's he gonna explain this one to Alfred?
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“You did so well”
It’s the way whumper says it—the way they speak to whumpee. It’s their voice—half the time angry, biting, and degrading, only to mutate into something sickeningly sweet in the aftermath of the pain, when whumper leans in close with sticky murmurs of affection—of mocking praise.
A toxic, slimy liquid that drips from whumper’s lips and oozes thick and heavy down whumpee’s ears and neck and shoulders.
It makes whumpee’s skin crawl.
Or at least, it did.
At first.
But there comes a point, during the more creative of whumper’s tortures, where the pain becomes too much, where the excruciating burn of the knife or the sear of the brand is blacking out whumpee’s brain and shoving their head deep underwater, shrinking their existence down through a tiny pinhole, only to be materialized again on the other side, dazed beyond belief, panting and shaking and still bound in whumper’s arms.
It’s those precious few moments of reprieve in the aftermath, where the warmth of whumper’s shoulder against their cheek is enough for whumpee to sink into it— For their teeth to unclench, for their shoulders to slump against whumper’s torso, for their shaking knees to crumple into whumper’s lap.
For each part of them to give up—to give in— until they’re spilling hot tears into the fabric between shaking, heaving breaths, staining whumper’s shirt with the small beads of blood that still weep from their bitten lip.
Whumper only holds whumpee’s head tightly against their shoulder and let’s them ride out the sobs.
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OUGFH TY MANN TYSMM i love ur outer i am SOBBING
one more pseudoanswer this time for @dzasterdumpterfire !! just realized the colour for saejun might be a BIT too light pff
Farm! Sans/Saejun belongs to GuinongTale_AU
Colour! Sans belongs to superyoumna
Space Dust belongs to CopyVerse! Outer/Nebula (its mine now though MWAHAHAH- FOREVER !!)
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DOCTOR HARPER’S FLUSTERED DESPERATE KISSES AFTER EXPERIMENTING ON COW TF PC HOLY SHIT. I KNEW IT. I KNEW THEY’D BE INTO THAT SHIT.
Dumbification/Pet Play/Dollification/Thembo-himbo-bimbiofication let’s fucking GOOOO
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Does anyone else think it would be funny as shit if the farmer in Stardew was buff?
Like we literally do a shit ton of physical labor that requires muscle, how are we not giving Alex a run for his money?
I cannot unsee all the arm wrestling matches.😭
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I am here once again fresh off listening to that vegan teacher reaction videos to share some dairy farm information and wisdom that was not asked for but you get anyway
Calf hutches are used to provide the calves with safe, clean living spaces and offer airflow in the summer and protection from the wind and cold in the winter, and using calf hutches often leads to better health for the calves and easier tracking of any issues they might have as well as making sure they all get the same amount of milk (also, the milk substitute for calves smells amazing)
Essentially, they're cribs for babies. Calves have really bad immune systems, and if you can't easily see which one has diarrhea, then that calf could very well die and spread the issue to the others. Farmers dont want their animals to die. (Farm animals are not cheap. Even if they were born on your farm, if they die you're losing out on the money you could get from them. 5 month old steers can go for over 1000 dollars)
And just as an example as how people twist calf hutches
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