#baling tractor

[rmspeltzfarm]

Discing the fields

[pillsopa]

me when I’m insane and I realize that the types of wheels that came out of Ronan’s wheels dream are individually symbolic of his relationship with Adam . #Lol

[mikeorazzi]

John Deere 4040 Baling Hay Winchester Connecticut #johndeere #tractor #hay

[freshfrenchangel]

You need to reconnect with nourishing soil of the mankind and then feel the flow of your origin inside of you.

New post on my Flickr(credits).

[it--is--kate]

[teddy-bear-naps-and-random-snaps]

[gar-a-ash]

Using that farmer resourcefulness and when the tractor stops working just hook up the nearest pickup to rake the field

[baler-machine]

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[vivwritesfics]

Idk if you got this already but,

Rooster with a western rider gf (this is my first time doing this sorry if this is bad)

-🐎(also if no one has taken horse can i)

YES OFC YOU CAN BE HORSE OMG I LOVE THIS (i'm an english rider and my western rider knowledge is little to none lol)

The rest of the Dagger Squad didn't know all that much Rooster's girl. They knew she was slightly younger, knew he saw her as often as she could.

She had never been to The Hard Deck, had never met any of the other naval aviators. It was always Bradley driving his Bronco to see her.

He sat in The Hard Deck, had one single beer with his friends, with Pheonix, Hangman, Bob and the rest of them. "When are you going?" Asked Jake, pointing the pool cue towards him as Bradley walked away.

He grinned and pushed his sunglasses over his eyes. "I'm going to see my girl," he said and walked out of The Hard Deck.

The other aviators watched him go. Only Nat smiled. Only Nat believed him. The rest of them didn't voice it as they went back to their game of pool, but they didn't think Rooster's girl was real. If she was, surely they would have met her.

They didn't know just how busy she was.

But Bradley knew. As he drove down the driveway, past the fields of horses, he knew just how busy she was.

He parked the car outside of the barn and climbed out. Bradley's first stop was always the barn. He walked in, walking over to Chief. The chestnut horse stood with his head over the stable door, whinnying when he saw Bradley.

"Hey, Chief," he muttered, stroking the white stripe down his face. "Where is your mom?"

Chief searched through his pocket. He nosed Bradley's jeans before chewing on his Hawaiian shirt. But Bradley quickly pulled himself from Chiefs mouth without too much damage to the shirt.

It was at that moment when she walked into the barn, a sandy coloured horse behind her. "Hey!" She called as she walked the horse into a stable and shut the door behind her. She hung the rope over the door and ran through the barn, jumping into Bradley's arms.

He held her easily, his hands under her ass. She pulled her hat from her head and kissed him. "Miss you, Roos," she whispered against his lips.

"I missed you too," he said and put her down. As soon as she was on the floor, she took her hat and placed it on Bradley's head. It was one of his favourite things about coming to her farm.

"Are you ready for dinner?" He asked, taking her hand and slowly walking her out of the barn.

She bit her lip, her expression almost guilty. "I will be, Bradley. I just gotta bring in Circe and Linda in from the top fields, throw hay into the back fields, and get changed."

"Anything I can help with?" Bradley asked. He always did ask. A rather large part of him loved working on her farm, loved helping where he could. He wasn't born to be a cowboy, but a cowgirl's husband.

She fished a set of keys from her pocket. "Wanna drive the tractor?"

She knew that was Bradley's favourite part. They loaded the tractor trailer with bales of hay and Bradley set off with her in the passenger seat.

Bradley knew exactly where to go. He'd driven the trails around the fields enough times. He took the tractor to the first of the back fields and stopped.

He jumped out of the tractor and immediately grabbed the bale of hay before she could. "Bradley," she groaned and he put the bale back down. Just so that he could take off his Hawaiian shirt, flex his muscles as he threw the bale into the field.

Immediately, the horses came running. She climbed into the field and cut the twine away from the hay, putting it into the pocket.

They did this for two more fields before Bradley drove her up to the top field. She climbed out of the tractor and walked over to his side. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she kissed him again. "Should I meet you at the barn, Cowboy?" She asked as she flicked the brim of the hat, tipping it up slightly.

"You got it, Cowgirl," he said and kissed her, his moustache brushing her top lip. She loved it more than anything. The sight of him in the cowboy hat, wearing the Hawaiian shirt, the feel of his moustache, she loved it.

When she climbed into the field, Bradley drove off. He drove around the fields while she grabbed a hold of the two horses she needed to bring in. "Come on, ladies," she said as she walked them to the gates, taking them to the barn.

Bradley waited at the barn, just as she had asked him to. He leaned against the tractor, the keys in his hand as she walked past with Linda and Circe.

Even while she had the horses, she stopped and kissed him. "Almost done," she promised, taking the hat from his head and placing it back on her own.

Bradley watched her go, watched her walk into the barn and walked Linda and Circe into their stables. She gave them their prepared feed and walked back over to Bradley.

When she wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning against him, he slipped the keys into her pocket and held her hips. "Almost ready to go," she said, grinning up at him.

Bradley frowned down at her. "But you look gorgeous already," he said, kissing the inside of her wrist. "C'mon, let me take you out for dinner."

[rmspeltzfarm]

ROund Baling today

Round Baling today

[blackbackedjackal]

The person who came to cut and bale hay had a few of these white birds flying around the tractor and I was like wtf are they doing? I found out these are Cattle Eagret and they were taking advantage of the animals being displaced by the machine to get some easy prey. We used to have cows next to our farm but those have since been sold and moved. So these guys figured our that the tractor causes just as good of a disruption to take advantage of. Really cool!!

[megpricephotography]

Here in the UK we've had a very, very soggy summer so far but amazingly, we have just had 2 whole, consecutive days of sunshine & so, when Flynn & I went to the fields this Friday evening, we found the barley fields had all been harvested. The farmer was still out in their tractor baling the straw. Our farmers have to work very long hours this time of year, especially when the weather is so changeable & it's liable to start raining again any moment. Busy, busy, busy!

Flynn may have been born a farm dog but he's never done a day's actual work in his life & is not at all busy... but he always melts in the heat, so he clearly feels like he's had a long hard day!

[lipglossanon]

Hay Ride

Las Plagas!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader - NSFW

warnings: las plagas Leon, himbo energy 🤭, dirty talk, needy Leon, biting, kissing, oral (f receiving), pussy eating in the great outdoors 🤭

not proofread ✌️

Farm smells hit your nose first; the earthy tones of upturned dirt paired with the sweet, dusty notes of hay has you smiling widely. 

“I’m really excited!”

You turn to see Leon staring at you before starting and looking around. Grinning to yourself at the flush now covering his cheeks, you reach out and link your arms together. 

“Penny for your thoughts.”

The pretty pink blush now reaches his ears as he kicks at a rock. 

“I know it’s not polite to stare, but you’re just so pretty.”

Your chest thrums in giddy excitement. 

“Such a charmer, Leon,” you tease, tugging him closer to plant a kiss on his jaw.

With a soft whine, he pulls you into a hug to bury his nose in your hair and breathe deeply. 

“Wanna take you home already,” he pouts when you pull away. 

“I promise we won’t stay too long,” you boop his nose, “then you’ll have me all to yourself.”

This time when he smiles at you you can see his incisors have lengthened. 

You rub your thumb across his bottom lip, “Do we need to go home though?”

He shakes his head no and places a kiss on your thumb, “Just got too excited.”

Warm arousal drips down your spine at his declaration. 

“Leon, you’re making this hard for me,” you sigh good naturedly. 

“You’re perfect, I can’t help it,” he mumbles under his breath as he lets his head slump down onto your shoulder, “promise I’ll behave.”

He scrapes his sharp teeth against your neck making you shiver. 

“Hey, no biting, Leon,” you push his shoulders and step back, “you always get carried away.”

He snorts, “That was one time and you said it was okay.”

You shake your head but can’t stop the grin from forming, “And we both learned our lesson. That poor woman probably thought you were trying to eat me.”

Leon laughs, “Well, the park’s usually empty at that time.”

You hum, grabbing his hand to walk over to the tractor hitched to a trailer stacked with hay bales. 

“Have you ever been on a hay ride before?” You tilt your head to look at him as you both wait your turn to step up onto the trailer. 

“Uhh I think once as a kid?” He shrugs, “I think I usually just played the carnival games or did the corn maze.”

“We should do those next!” You squeeze his hand excitedly, “wanna see who can get the biggest stuffed animal?”

He helps you step up into the trailer and follows you to sit on a bale of hay in the back.

“I think I’ll definitely win,” he murmurs into your ear making you giggle. 

He clasps your hand tighter when the tractor lurches forward and begins the slow trek through the ‘haunted’ field. Leon nuzzles into your neck as random people pop out of the cornstalks to scare those on the hay ride. 

You smile to yourself and squeeze his hand, “You scared?”

“Mm mm,” he kisses your neck softly, softly biting before nuzzling the skin, “just wanna do this.”

Biting down on your lip, your eyes flutter as Leon keeps softly kissing and nipping at your neck, doing it so slowly as not to draw attention. It’s also making you want to vibrate out of your skin. You squeeze his hand tight in warning and he only sighs, scraping a sharp fang against the sensitive spot near your ear, making your thighs press together. 

Everything becomes sort of white noise as you sit on the hay bale and let your boyfriend mark up your neck as you leak slick into your panties. Leon bites a little rougher making you gasp, but luckily enough, it’s not so loud it garners attention. 

“Smell so good right now,” he hotly breathes into your ear, “wanna shove my head between your legs and eat that fat pussy.”

“Leon,” you hiss, “cut it out.”

“Can’t,” he whines, licking the shell of your ear, “can we sneak off after this?”

Arousal pools low in your belly as your clit throbs for attention. 

“Okay, but behave til then,” you whisper. 

He does as you ask and only burrows his face against the crook of your neck as you both try to relax and enjoy the cutesy little ride. 

Once the tractor makes a complete circle, stopping back at the starting point, Leon eagerly helps you from the bed of the trailer and drags you out toward the parking lot. He swerves last minute onto the hiking trail that snakes around the whole area. 

There’s still some late afternoon sunlight trickling through the trees that highlight the well worn path in front of you. After a while, Leon drags you away from the trail, deeper into the woods. As soon as he deems it far enough, he’s pressing you up against a tree and dropping to his knees. 

He’s quickly yanking your jeans and panties down to your thighs, keeping you trapped in your clothing. He grabs your thighs and hoists you up to slip his head underneath and between your legs so he can bury his face against your soaking wet pussy. With your legs still caught in your pants, it forces Leon to hold you up as he eats you, practically glued to your body. 

You feel that long rough tongue fluttering against your clit before it glides down to lick into your drippy cunt. Whining loudly, you grip Leon’s hair to grind your pussy against his face.  

“Fuck, s’good, feels so good, Leon,” you gasp out, eyes rolling back as he fucks his tongue in and out of your hole. 

Humming, he trails kisses across your pussy lips up to the hood of your clit. His lips softly trace your sensitive bud and he places kiss after kiss after kiss on the sensitive bundle of nerves. He lightly scrapes those sharp teeth against your mound sending tingles all through your body. 

“Ngh, god,” you whimper as Leon softly kitten licks your clit, dilated eyes hungrily watching your expressions. 

His hand comes up to rest on your abdomen, thumb pulling up the hood of your clit so he can suck it into his hot mouth. 

“Leon!” You cry out, hands pulling his hair as you buck your hips. 

He groans and shoves his face even closer to your cunt, tongue lapping roughly at your swollen bud. It doesn’t take long with the perfect suction around your clit for your orgasm to uncoil in your belly. 

With a keening cry, your back arches what little it can as slick gushes from your hole onto Leon’s face. He quickly moves his mouth to lick it all up, eagerly running his tongue across your pussy and thighs, moaning at the taste. 

With some slight maneuvering, he’s able to set you down on shaky feet and right your clothing. You sway into his chest as your legs tremble. 

“We need to go home,” he rasps out, “don’t know how much more I can hold back.”

Tilting your head back, you can see dark black veins slowly inching across his neck up towards his jawline. 

“Let’s go then,” you grab onto his arm for balance, letting Leon guide you back out of the woods and into the parking lot. 

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[50calmadeuce]

Ch. 34: After the Holidays

Warning: Mention of miscarriage. Some chapters have sex.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction using characters from the Top Gun: Maverick world, trademarked by Paramount Pictures Corporation. I do not claim ownership of the characters and the world that I am borrowing.

The story and situation I am creating are a work of my imagination and I do not ascribe them to official story canon. This work is for entertainment only and is not a part of the storyline.

I am not profiting financially from the creation and publication of this story, but I do hope it gives you happy thoughts.

These stories are my own, so please do not take them and use them for yourself without my permission. If you see them somewhere else, please let me know. :)

A couple of days later, you sat in your office looking at an email when there was a knock on the door.

You looked up and saw Max at the door.

"Hey," you said with a weak smile. "Come on in."

He slowly sauntered in, his piercing blue eyes looking at you. "You know how to throw one hell of a Christmas," he said as he pulled out the chair to Jake's desk and sat down.

"Does this mean you'll be back next year?"

Max chuckled. "We'll see. I might make it a tradition."

You smiled. "That would be nice. It was good having you here."

Max nodded. "How are you holding up with everything that's going on?"

You sighed. "It's been tough, but we're getting through it. Jake's been a great support."

Max leaned back in the chair. "Good to hear. If you need anything, you know where to find me."

"Did you find anything on video at the hotel?"

"The only thing we found was him carrying you out. He must've known where the cameras were in the restaurant. There's no good view of where you two were sitting."

You sighed. "Of course not." Just then, you made a face.

"Are you okay?" Max asked.

"Yeah. Someone just likes to stick his toes in my ribs, and it hurts like hell." You took your hand and pushed on your ribs.

"Can I feel?" Max asked curiously.

"Of course," you replied, taking his hand and gently placing it on your side where little feet were currently pushing on your stomach.

Max's eyes lit up. "Oh, wow!"

You smiled at his reaction. "It's pretty amazing, isn't it?"

Max nodded, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Yeah, it really is. He's strong, just like his parents."

"More like his dad when he's throwing hay bales off the back of the tractor trailer," you said with a smile, thinking about it.

Max nodded, a thoughtful look on his face. "I'm glad you found him, Y/N. Even though it was iffy there for four years."

You sighed, the memories flooding back. "Yeah, it was tough. But we made it through, and I wouldn't trade it for anything."

Max's piercing blue eyes softened. "You two are stronger for it. And now you've got a little one on the way. It's a new chapter."

You gently placed a hand on your stomach. "Yeah."

Max stood up. "I have to go. Thank you for inviting me for Christmas. I'll see you in Wyoming for court in a few weeks."

"Max. Jake leave next week. Would you..."

"Meet you in San Diego? Way ahead of you," he said with a smile. "Then we'll fly to Wyoming for court."

You stood up, and the two of you embraced. "You are the best." You separated. "Come on. I'll walk you out," you said after letting go.

The two of you walked to the front door. Max put on his jacket and then leaned over, giving you a gentle kiss on your cheek. "Love you like the sister I'm glad I never had."

You smiled. "Love you too."

Max opened the door, and you watched as he walked to his vehicle and opened the door. He turned, looked at you, and blew you a kiss. You returned the sentiment as he got in his vehicle, started it, and drove away.

You stepped back into the house, closing the door behind you, feeling a mix of gratitude and anticipation for the challenges ahead.

"Darlin'. Have you seen my cowboy boots?" Jake asked from the bedroom later that afternoon.

"Either in the closet or the mudroom, babe," you responded.

He stuck his head in the office door. "Are you packed?"

You looked at him. "As much as I can be. I'll only be in San Diego for a couple of days."

It was Wednesday. Your plane left tomorrow morning, and Jake didn't leave until Saturday morning. The plan was that you flew to San Diego, checked on his apartment, and stayed there with Max until Saturday afternoon when Jake left. Then you and Max would fly to Wyoming for the hearing for Dorian.

Jake's family was heading back home tomorrow morning, so they were going to say their 'laters' at the airport tomorrow. There were no goodbyes in this family. It was always 'later'.

Jake walked into the office, a concerned look on his face. "Are you sure you're going to be okay after I leave?"

"I'll be fine, Jake. Max will be with me the whole time," you replied reassuringly.

Jake leaned in and kissed your forehead. "Thanks, darlin'. It makes me feel better knowing you're not alone."

You smiled up at him. "I know."

Jake sat down beside you, a relieved expression on his face. "Thanks, Y/N. I know it's a lot to ask, but it puts my mind at ease."

You smiled, reaching out to squeeze his hand. "It's no problem, Jake. Max has always been there for us. Now more than ever."

Jake nodded, appreciating your effort. "I really do feel better knowing you’ll have someone there with you."

You smiled. "I'll be just fine. Now, let’s finish packing so we can enjoy the rest of the evening."

You looked at his cowboy boots. "Do you really need to bring these ones back to San Diego? I mean, are you really going to wear them?"

He looked at his boots and then back at you. "Valid point. I'll keep them here."

You smiled, giggled and shook your head as you watched him walk back to the mudroom, cowboy boots in hand.

Late that night in bed, you were woken up by the baby kicking and pushing on your stomach. You looked over and saw Jake sleeping soundly next to you and then glanced at the clock. It was one in the morning. Sighing, you carefully lifted off the comforter, slipped your feet into your slippers, and quietly headed to the office.

The house was silent, save for the soft hum of the refrigerator and the occasional creak of the floorboards. You turned on the desk lamp, its warm light casting a gentle glow in the room, and sat down at the desk.

You turned on your computer and checked your emails, trying to distract yourself from the discomfort, rubbing your stomach as you did so. As you sifted through your inbox, you found a message from your attorney, Mr. Dunby, updating you on the progress of your case. You read through the details, feeling a mixture of relief and frustration.

After replying to the email, you leaned back in the chair, resting your hand on your stomach. The baby continued to move, but the motions were more soothing now. You took a deep breath, trying to relax.

A soft knock on the doorframe startled you, and you looked up to see Jake standing there, rubbing his eyes. "Couldn't sleep?" he asked, his voice husky with sleep.

You shook your head. "The baby decided it was time for a dance party."

Jake smiled, walking over and placing his hand on your stomach. "Hey there, little one. Give your momma a break, okay?"

You laughed softly, feeling a wave of love for both Jake and the baby. "I think it helped."

He walked over, leaned down and kissed your forehead. "Come on, let's go back to bed."

After turning off your computer, you turned to see Jake holding his hand out to you. You placed your hand into his as he led you back to the bedroom.

The apartment was still quiet, and the warmth of Jake’s hand in yours provided a comforting contrast to the cold floor under your slippers. When you reached the bedroom, Jake gently helped you back into bed, making sure you were comfortable before sliding in beside you.

He pulled the comforter up over both of you, his arm wrapping protectively around your waist. "Try to get some rest, darlin'."

You snuggled closer to him, feeling the soothing rhythm of his breathing. "Thanks, Jake," you whispered, closing your eyes and letting the warmth of his presence lull you back to sleep.

As the night progressed, the baby’s movements softened, and you finally found a peaceful rest.

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[ahedderick]

Haymaking at Home Farm. If you're thinking, "I wouldn't want to drive a tractor with a baler and wagon hitched behind it on that hill!" you are RIGHT, it is very nerve-wracking. Neighbor J made some square bales and some round.

I had to drive on a similar hill as a teen, with my father and brother in the wagon catching the bales and stacking them. When I got to the last (steepest) circuit, the wagon tipped over sideways, despite the fact that I was creeping at a very slow pace and took the turn as carefully as I could. I can remember looking back in horror as it toppled sideways, bales and family members going helter-skelter. The tractor chose that moment to short-circuit the horn? Somehow? So it started blaring endlessly.

It was like a slow-motion scene from the Hulk. My father, who had been completely buried in hay, rose up out of it ROARING with rage. He stomped up to the tractor and smacked something on it Very Hard. The horn stopped instantly. I had the serene calm one feels when death is at hand.

Then he quelled himself somehow, and told me that it wasn't my fault; the slope was simply too steep for the top-heavy wagon. There was nothing I could have done differently. My brother, who would have been around 10 at the time, emerged from the hay somewhat less dramatically. I wanted to faint, but couldn't quite manage it.

Making hay. It's an experience. Have literally NO IDEA how that man lived to be 83 years old. He did stuff like that all the time.

[bigfan-fanfic]

Considering you only gain muscles by working out, and to work out, you need to lift heavy things, technically, Clark couldn't be muscular since he's way too strong to actually be able to train his muscles. Which means: Clark chubby farm boy is actually a possible and viable thing.

SO, fun fact! This is totally true, and in fact addressed often in comics.

It's usually agreed upon in canon that Clark didn't develop his powers right away, with his capacity for absorbing and utilizing solar energy gradually expanding, around the same time as the onset of puberty, probably around age 14. So though his powers' growths were rapid once they manifested, he did have some time to adjust until they reached their maximum. And it was during this time he was helping out on the farm, using that as a kind of informal training (lifting hay bales for strength, which progressed to lifting cattle to lifting tractors, etc.; practicing control and finesse with say, chickens and caring for livestock with super speed).

Remember, Clark is supposed to be potential for the high school football team in Smallville, and that immediately makes me think stocky and sturdy, not cut and visibly muscular. At the point where he's at the full strength he'll know as Superman, he's got pretty much no upper limit, and generally nothing that's going to help him train his muscles. So definitely, early career Superman is going to be more mass than muscle.

However, once he gets full access to the Fortress of Solitude and the support of the Justice League, he can get some assistance - Wonder Woman has incredible, divinely empowered strength, and as a warrior trains often - she helps instruct him in martial arts and can help him train at full strength. Meanwhile, Batman can help him train in environments built to limit his power, like red sun training rooms and such.

Considering his physiology is more dependent upon solar energy than anything else to build his strength and keep him healthy, I'd say solar energy keeps him from atrophying. But considering if he's got energy akin to photosynthesis from the sun, I'd suggest he never really gets much of a lean musculature and remains bulky and sturdy.

Above is Christopher Reeve both training and in costume as Superman - his muscles are well-formed, but his torso isn't like, eight pack abs and dehydrated - he's clearly building muscle mass and body fat in a healthy way, and it shows in his costume. He looks sturdy, and strong.

Above is golden age Superman next to a bodybuilder/powerlifter, which I think Superman's original design is supposed to evoke. He's not popping muscles through his suit, but he's clearly really fricking fit and strong. Even his waist is more close to the width of his chest than more narrow like you see in more contemporary illustrations.

My thought is that Clark's physique is a lot more like someone at the Highland Games. Built for strength and sturdiness. He doesn't have to keep lean because he's not worried about endurance and agility because he already has that from his powers. Big arms, broad chest, likely a little bit of a tummy. And if he's under layers like Clark usually dresses, he can easily be mistaken for pudgy instead of powerful.

In any case, that's my untrained viewpoint on the subject. Basically my sweet polite farmboy is basically a photosynthesizing plant with muscles. Wait, is that why Poison Ivy's pheromones can work on him???