#Hammocking

[abewitchingwillow]

Yesterday was absolutely perfect. Nature clears my head like no other.

[w0rrldly]

Going to have to get the doggos their own hammock

[fugu-in-f]

Hey, Google, uh...

What the fuck?

No really actually, what the fuck is this? This is not 'hammocking near Denver Co'!

This is worthless!

[amputeeoutdoors]

Solo Camping at Olallie Lake - Amputee Outdoors #solohiking #hiking #s...

[daniedrgnslyr]

We don’t have to leave today

[demoninthewoods]

Went to one of my favourite hanging spots to have dinner in the hammock.

[bonjaminfranklin]

Caught!

[happyheidi]

𝗑, 𝗑, 𝗑, 𝗑, 𝗑, 𝗑

[cuntyvicodin]

this was all i needed to see today

[pangur-and-grim]

I feel so terrible whenever I have to tuck him in for bed. I'm sorry for leaving you!!

[cryptidcampingoutfitters]

Ah yes, the water that falls or the falling water. Very relaxing. We suggest getting a hammock and swaying the breeze with the waterfall near, which can be bought at cryptidcampingoutfitters.com

[natureaestheticdreams]

@natureaestheticdreams for more 🍃

[r0obear]

[therodentqueen]

Sesame Seed Saturday

[amputeeoutdoors]

Playing with rainflys is fun! :)

[sleepymarimo]

zoro x gn!reader // sfw

𝐙𝐎𝐑𝐎 drifts in and out of consciousness, the netting of the hammock molding into his back. your weight atop his chest is a comfortable one, one of his hands splayed over your hip and toying with the patch of skin exposed by your lifted shirt.

there’s nothing better than this- him, you, and the open sea.

he hears it all, the distant clamor of the crew, their steps along the deck, maybe the clinking of utensils in the kitchen, but he drowns it out. you, it’s all you, your soft breaths and the occasional yawn you give- it makes him drowsy.

his wado pushes against a wooden beam, a constant movement that keeps the hammock rocking. the rhythm isn’t allowed to be disturbed, not on his watch, even if it means sacrificing the sleep he cherishes so much.

he knows his swords are capable of utter destruction. he’s ended lives with them, they’ve seen countless bodies- they should be permanently colored crimson. stained crimson.

yet, right now, his sheathed blade serves only to maintain the gentle swaying of the hammock.

you stir, stretch your limbs, reaching for his arm in a bid to get him to lower his wado. “jus’ go to sleep, ‘zo. don’t need you to keep rocking it.”

“eh? m’fine,” he reassures, a bit husky, his warrior mind fighting off the sleep like nothing.

his palm moves from your hip, instead covering your eyes as if willing you back into an unconscious state. he yawns, his canines on display, before sighing. “you sleep first, got it?”