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「Britain’s manliest farmer」 Every morning I wakeup in my little twink body and put my cute twinky clothes to do my manly twink jobs. #twinks #lgbtq #farmerboy (at Femboy Hooters) https://www.instagram.com/p/CoiAh1XIEC0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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🌈 Tumblr, let's celebrate the life-givers on National Farmers Day. Reblog this post and discover stories of resilience and growth. Together, we can amplify the voices of those who nurture our world. 🌿
#farmersday#farmers#farmer#farmerslife#farmerswalk#farmersonly#farmerlife#farmersmarketfinds#farmerscarry#farmerstyle#farmerflorist#farmermarket#farmersbh#farmergirl#farmersdaughter#farmertan#farmerboy#farmerswife#farmerbrown#farmersinsurance#farmerboys#farmersprotest#farmersbranch#farmersofinstagram#trending#farmersmarket#childsafefoundation#csf#bestngoinmumbai
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Farmer boy Kaz, having bombs and borrowing Wylan's goggles 😂👌🏻
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The size difference between Lois and Clark in Superman (2023) >>>
#superman 2023 🤝 maws#giving clois the correct height difference#go queen! climb him like a tree in his Smallville farmerboy overalls!!!#lois lane#clark kent#superman 2023#clois#nikoletta reads comics
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i go to take a bite of my dirt sandwich and its clips through my hand into the backrooms
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@ask-idv-farmerboy
Kenji was walking around, very curious of this manor but he hopes that person he received from a letter promise to take care of his little brother
But he didn't notice and bump into V
V was not paying any attention to where she was going and hade bumped in to Kenji.
she fell back and looked up at Kenji
(⊗𝕧⊗) "sorry ... mr?..."
(( dezzy in the background trying to understand why someone who looks her dads' friends is in V's world
#identity v ask blog#identity v oc#identity v#identity v ask#identity v oc survivor#identity v survivor#identity v rp#idv#ask-idv-farmerboy#vthekidfromtheforest
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gendered guy in a like farmerboy typa way. meant to die at 36 of pneumonia and overwork.
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this is the fifth time i’ve read love tractor and i’m not tired of rereading it
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Farmer Boys Menu – Flavorful Fresh-Cooked Burgers, Sandwiches
Founded in 1981, Farmer Boys is a farm-to-table fast casual restaurant chain in the United States. Anyone can count on a fresh-cooked, made-to-order meal every time they visit Farmer Boys restaurants
#foodie#foodlover#japanese food#foodstagram#food mention#cooking#recipe#fruits#desserts#cookies#farmer boys kids meals#farmer bros#farmer boys menu and prices#farmer boys sandwiches#farmer brothers menu#farmer boys locations#farmerboys#farmer boys no brainer deals#farmer boys menu#farm fresh food
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Dinner at @farmerboysfood : 🧀 Cheese Lover’s Burger Melt 🍔 Farmer’s Burger 🍟 Chili Cheese Fries #farmerboys #fullerton #cheese #cheeselover #burger #melt #chili #fries #fastfood (at Farmer Boys) https://www.instagram.com/p/CmtzvY-LxlR/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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That's r00d, farmerboi. >:/
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it was so innocent. it just started out as a conversation about genesis. but then. then.
and so, i now invite you all to be forced to bear witness to this
adam sandler is genesis rhapsodos in: adam sandler's the farmerboy
adam rhapsodos, if you will.
#this edit does not belong to me however i was given permission to post it#genesis rhapsodos#ffvii#final fantasy 7
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new oc! my farmerboy human wild magic sorcerer
#my oc#dae-seong#oc#dnd#art#sketch#sorcerer#he ended up a little xiao its ok#anatomy is stylised bc i was having fun but he looks a little like a bjd now its funny#ah i forgot to sign this also. oh well#edit: his name is now park dae-seong! added the tag :)
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OKI OKI YOUNG ZECHARIAH AU FANFIC GOO-
part 1 yeeeee!!!
★~🐸~★
It was a beautiful morning in Wartwood. The sun glowed warmly in the pale blue sky, clouds of shimmery white glided along wind currents seemingly so calm. The soil smelled of dew and previous rainfall, plants along every water-body edge they could find. Or really any patch of dirt. Along with the earthy warm smell of dirt, wildflowers and bakery goods filled the air. It truly smelled like home.
His home. Zechariah Nettles.
Zechariah Phineas Nettles. 11 years old. 5 feet 4 inches. Lives with his grandmother Gretchen Basil Nettles and mother Juniper Autumn Yggdrasil. Has no siblings. Loves to read, listen to music, on occasion draw on scraplets of paper. Does chores more frequently than he thinks necessary. Works on his household farm (who didn't have a farm in Wartwood?). Green-grey with dark brown eyes, with a pale blue tongue. Kind and often shy, doesn't talk much.
You get the idea.
Often Zechariah would sit on the garden wall, looking off into the vague and unknown distance. Staring at the summer clouds, lost in daydream thought. He was a nice kid, they said. Soft spoken and well mannered.
And, some might say, a perfect target.
Wartwood, though a kind small town a ways from the capital, had its fair share of pricks and assholes. Unfortunately, older teens had it good with picking on poor 'Riah. Everyday it was the same.
"Staring off at the stars, huh, dreamerboy?"
"He doesn't have any friends, so he talks to the plants!"
"More working less dreaming farmerboy!!"
"I bet his mom hates him so he has to do all the farmwork."
"What's so interesting about the damn sky, huh?!"
"I bet his thoughts are his only company, and that isn't much company is it now?"
And everyday, Zechariah continues on. So deep in thought their sneers fly right between his ears (whatever passes as his ears). But even now and then, it gets bad.
Really bad.
Zechariah was just walking home from the market one day; a bag of assorted groceries for his grandma in one arm, a loaf of bread in the other. He was just a kid running another errand, minding his own business. Three big kids walked up to him.
"Whatcha got there?" asked the biggest one. A newt of dark fuchsia and slit eyes. At least that's what they looked like.
"Hm?" Zechariah responded softly, quietly, being brought back to reality from his daydream.
"I said," the fuchsia newt raised his voice, "whatcha got there."
"Groceries," once again Zechariah responded softly. Light words in the wind. Faint.
"What kind of groceries?" another sneered. A blue frog, high-pitched voice, short and stocky. Wore a newsboys cap. Kinda silly looking.
"Dunno" 'Riah shrugged. "Gramma gave me a list."
"Y'know young tadpoles like you shouldn't really wander alone without an adult," the newt chimed back in. "It can be dangerous."
"How so?"
"You never know," the newt swaggered closer to Zechariah, malice glittering in his eyes, "who might want to hurt you."
Almost as if it were rehearsed, the third one - a big burly red toad with no neck and a wide build - slugged a punch at Zechariah. Sent him straight to the mud.
And his groceries, which he was more upset about than his own physical wellbeing.
The frog joined in, kicking at Zechariah's face. The toad was still throwing punches, but at his sides. The newt stood there, arms folded, smiling and watching.
Zechariah merely trying to cover his head with his sticks-for-arms. Which, must be mentioned, was another part of him that Amphibians made fun of him of.
And when they were done with him, after Zechariah was beaten to a froggy pulp, the newt finally bent down to talk to him.
"Listen closely, little runt," he hissed.
Zechariah uncovered his eyes, looked up to meet the newt's.
Glittering with malice. Hatred. The need to hurt.
"You aren't welcomed here. This is OUR territory."
"Hnnnggh-"
The newt snapped (in a sense) and threw Zechariah up by the collar, so that he was dangling a good 6 inches off the ground. Battered and bruised, lips swollen and bleeding. He looked terrible, awfully terrible. He shouldn't even be in this situation right now... how have things escalated so quickly?
"If I see your dingy ass walking these streets again I WILL kill you." the newt hissed, foaming at the mouth. Insane. Bloodthirsty.
"Hnnngggghh" was the only thing to escape Zechariah's numb face.
The newt then delivered the final blow.
A merciless throwdown into the mud. Face first, if you will. And he laughed. So did the other two.
And they walked away, still laughing.
Zechariah, unable to feel much through the pain coursing through his veins and muscles, laid there in the mud. Groceries spoiled, his Gramma's copper wasted, his body battered in a lifeless heap.
He sighed. Didn't cry. Sighed.
He wasn't much of a crier. And for his age, he should've been crying at that first punch.
He just laid there. Still and breathing. Coping with the immense pain those teens had inflicted on him.
"They're jerks, huh?" an unfamiliar voice spoke.
"Mm hm..." was his muffled reply, quiet.
"I'm sorry they did that to you," the voice said again. "Really."
Zechariah felt his body being turned on his side and brought up to a sitting-up position. It wasn't hard because he was so light and thin.
What he was faced with was a royal purple newt with chin-length black hair curly at the ends, with a apologetic grin on his face. His eyes will filled with innocent brightness, hiding the apparent knowledge that he knew something about those teens that beat up Zechariah.
"My brother can be a pain sometimes, and I always have to clean his mess," he sighed. Sat in front of 'Riah. "I'm truly sorry he did this to you. Wrong place wrong time I guess."
"Mm hm..."
Purple Newt stuck out his hand. "I'm Brocky by the way. Brocky Fronds. That pink newt was my older bro Rasphy. He's always been a no-good."
"Hmm..."
Brocky glanced a long glance in the direction where Rasphy last went. He snapped his head back to Zechariah.
"So anyways, moving on from that, what's your name?"
"Hmh?"
"I introduced myself, and you have yet to do the same," Brocky pointed out. "In case you didn't hear me the first time, I said my name was Brocky."
"I heard that-" Zechariah replied.
"Woah he does speak!" Brocky snarked almost immediately, sarcastically. Zechariah chuckled a bit.
Zechariah stuck his hand out to meet Brocky's, and shook it. "I'm Zechariah Nettles."
" 'The Skinny-Legged Frog' they call you," Brocky jerked his head in Rasphy's direction. "My bro and his friends, I mean."
"They call me lots of things," Zechariah shrugged. "I never paid any attention to that much."
"Well, I know what I'm gonna call you, if you're alright with it," Brocky declared, standing up.
"What?" Zechariah looked up at him, bracing for whatever horrible nickname Brocky was going to give him. Not like he cared much.
Instead, Brocky gave him a goofy grin, ear-to-ear (whatever passed as ears) all-tooth smile, and offered his hand to help Zechariah up.
"My friend."
#young!zechariah au#fanfiction#HOLY SHIT PART ONE DONE??#fuck im tired#and im going to sleep gn yall#bear cub art things#(i think i need a writing tag)#bear writes
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Hey farmerboy, wanna roll around in the hay with me?🔥
#pedro pascal#christ...this man#love him in his casual clothes#him and his button allergy...slut ( affectionate)#sorry for being thirsty
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Yipppeeeee weddingggg!1
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@ask-idv-farmerboy: 🥀
@idv-ask-theblackdahlia: 🥀 (I mean she is 60 years old)
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