#boxer animal farm

[gayjew69]

Ralph and boxer!!! they would be good friends methinks

[eugenes-axe]

Humanized animal farm yaoi anyone??? Boxer and Benjamin commie revolution yaoi??? (I’m normal about this book I’m normal about this book I’m normal about this book)

I know I should make a separate blog for my art only but I don’t wannaaaaa

[image description: drawing of human versions of Benjamin and Boxer from Animal Farm by George Orwell. Boxer has an injured leg. behind them there is text that repeatedly says "all animals are equal, but some are more equal than others". Description end]

[feathery-bastard]

Old ass animal farm fanart go!

(from left to right: Clover, Boxer, Benjamin, Molly, Moses, Snowball, Squealer, Napoleon)

[j4bberj4y]

and if i said arthur was boxer?? then what

[skeepy-deepy34]

Horse

I like horses

[milesasinmorales]

You guys I need help. I’m crying over the death of a fictional horse in a book about the russian revolution

[leakypipes]

Their gay and nothing you say will change my mind

[bonefall]

I definitely see your point about the pro-xenophobia messaging, though I've always liked about Needletail's character how she knew the Kin were violent and romanticized a more violent life to give her purpose as opposed to being just a poor deceived innocent.

And I've personally never minded the inconsistent ideology because sometimes people (particularly very young people) can be inconsistent like that, shifting their ideology to oppose the status quo on every front even if it doesn't internally make sense. I don't think one incident of showing the rebellious faction like that would erase your planned many arcs of showing xenophobia as bad and those who fight against it as good. 

@halogenwarrior

It's less that I mind the idea of the ShadowClan apprentices not having a strong ideological framework (especially as young people, it's perfectly consistent they're still working out what exactly fits into their moral system) it's more that they don't seem to have... anything at all.

Radicalization, politics

Every time the cats lose their moral center in the books, every time, they go from "Having Society" to "THROW OLD PEOPLE INTO THE WOODS, EVERY MAN FOR HIMSELF, MURDER IS OK!"

You still need to start with some sort of value to exploit at all when you're talking about radicalization. Fascists specifically are notorious for having a GIANT list of internal contradictions ("The enemy is both strong and weak" is even named in Umberto Eco's 14 points of Fascism), but to have a contradiction in those beliefs, multiple things must be believed.

(will the kin be specifically fascist though, like Tigerstar? ...I'm leaning towards no, I'm thinking of modeling more general cults/communes specifically. I'm still in the early stages though.)

Besides, I don't want to throw my hands up and be like, "All my other reduxed arcs are thematically good, so it's ok if this one is bad!" (or, thematically consistent vs this one being a contradiction, but I'm being hyperbolic to make a point, you get me?)

So, back to the apprentices,

The apprentices need to believe something. They need to have actual grievances, even if they aren't wise enough to articulate them, even if they aren't correct, even if they buy the wrong solution... I would like there to be some truth to their initial grievances.

(especially tragic, then, for them to follow the wrong solution through Darktail. For Berryheart, arcs later, to think that her initial concerns were wrong because she was deceived. A sort of self-blame, because if you can change yourself, it gives you control over what happened to you.)

There's usually some source of real instability in situations like this. IRL it's typically economic problems, and then social problems are sold as 'causes' and they're brought to the wrong solution. In the arcs I've crafted so far, Clan Culture itself is the biggest source of conflict. It follows, and is consistent, to continue that.

So I'm looking for something that can draw in ex-Dark Forest trainees that feel othered, young apprentices sick of the clans not working together, people with real problems, which Darktail manipulates into, ironically, the very kinds of senselessly violent types they initially hated.

Needlepaw and Sleekwhisker

I actually do like how rough Needletail is in-canon and I do want to keep it. Though with Sleekwhisker specifically, something in canon REALLY bugs me.

In that first book of AVoS, do you remember how Alderpaw meets Sleekpaw and he's like... bothered by Sleekpaw's "Open Disrespect" where she's saying stereotyping is not good? "Omg she's just saying that you shouldn't judge someone based on where they were born... where is her mentor..." maybe it's petty but WOW that bugs me. Alderheart, your grandpaw was Fireheart, why is this such a radical statement to you?

I think that SHOULD be a radical statement by the standards of the culture, but of all cats, the one who's deeply self-conscious of himself, who is descended from THE kittypet and also is Tigerkin... Alderheart should be thinking, "This is comforting but I'm worried she'll get in trouble"

Sleekwhisker I would really like to make into someone who was a bright beacon at the beginning of the arc, and by the end, is unrecognizable, and beyond saving. I care her.

So that was a lot of waffling without a central point, so, I think the best way to sum everything up is... the inconsistency bothers me. So I want to make it different.

[7rashstar]

03-10-24

[katydidcomplex]

WHY AM I CRYYING OVER ANIMAL FARM I CANT DO THIS

[gayjew69]

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!!!!!!

[ur-fave-bloggers-fave-blogger]

i love and hate how animal farm ends on a loop because they end up joining the exact people they were rebeling against and turn into them and initially accomplish nothing but mostly love the loop part bc its genius

"The creatures outside looked from pig to man, and from man to pig, and from pig to man again; but already it was impossible to say which was which."

[johnbrand]

True Test

My nephew Brandon grew up in a deeply conservative household, where masturbation was strictly forbidden. He had been raised just like his father and I had been by our own parents, and their parents before them. We were built by traditions, maintaining them as they had maintained us throughout our childhood and adolescence. Certain words were never said in the house, certain ideologies never acknowledged. 

It had been my brother’s hope for Brandon to never see a naked woman before marriage. Everything had appeared to have been going to plan, for by the time Brandon reached his 22nd birthday, he was still exceptionally shy around the whole topic. My brother and I had been so proud; his little boy had made it through all of college without being tainted by “progressive” ideas or gone astray from our values. Unfortunately, that image was shattered when I arrived at  Brandon’s room to fetch him for cake, finding him jerking out a quickie to hardcore gay porn on his laptop.

Both of us stood in shock for a moment, unable to move as the realizations hit us. I had discovered his secret, he believed his perfect facade was about to collapse. Brandon opened his mouth to explain but I had already left the doorway. By the time we got downstairs, everybody had been waiting for us. They had no idea what I was about to tell them.

“Before Brandon blows out the candles, I have one last birthday gift to give him.” Brandon rushed in behind me, his face red with embarrassment. My brother eyed me, caught off guard by this sudden announcement. “After college, he will stay with me out in the country for a few months to learn some more physical skills. All expenses covered by me, just one last hurrah before Brandon’s adulthood begins!”

Brandon’s eyes grew wide as the room cheered. My brother gave me a solid pat on the back, laughing and thanking me for such a great opportunity, insisting it was too much. I argued the contrary, watching as my nephew hesitantly paced over to his cake.

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What none of my family knew, not even my brother, was that my property out in the country also doubled as a conversion camp. My institution had stayed afloat for three primary reasons. First, my property was an exclusive institution. I worked one-on-one with my clients, meaning my property was truly intimate. This tied in my second aspect, privacy. It was not special that no one in my family knew of my alternate career, as I kept my side gig well under the wraps of a decent, average country farm. Finally, I had never had a complaint. All my clients converted perfectly to my standards.

When Brandon had arrived at my farm for the summer, he had assumed there would be a combination of heavy farm work and awkward conversations. To be fair, at the surface level this was true. I had my nephew working from dawn to dusk every day, filling him with hearty, animal protein-heavy meals that along with the exhaustion would knock him out immediately after dinner was served. 

There was no time for anything but labor and my conversations with Brandon. I also allowed no devices beside my work computer, which was off limits anyway, meaning not only did my nephew have no time to jerk off, but nothing to jerk off to. Eventually, Brandon’s brain became too overworked from the constant tug of war between exertion and exhaustion, forcing his will to fall back in line. It became easier to just listen and absorb, to sponge up my opinions rather than react to them.

Over the summer months, I watched as my nephew’s slim, faggy form bloated into that of a man. He grew taller, broader, muscles slowly piling on thanks to the proper diet and obnoxious amount of exercise and training. One by one I replaced his articles of clothing with more appropriate attire: cheap tees that could get dirty, thrifted jeans, my old boxers already stretched to fit his thickening size. Brandon had not made any comment when his razors had disappeared, nor when his shoes were replaced with much larger, well-worn boots. His growing feet had needed them anyway.

The mental changes were harder. Our conversations, which eventually became nothing more than lectures, where discussions focused around the family's values. I spent the majority of our time peeling back Brandon’s progressive ideology, stripping down to the traditional conservative roots. In between it all, I would constantly scatter in mentions of girls, vulgarly tossing tits and pussy language so that it became all my nephew heard. At first it pissed him off, but once Brandon began to simply ingest it all, I knew the conversion had already begun. 

By our last week together, Brandon had become an entirely different man. The 22-year-old now physically resembled our family pride, his masculinity now at par with the textbook definition. As a final test of my work, I brought my nephew into my office and sat him next to the sole computer on the property. I instructed Brandon to open the screen, stepping away as the old monitor booted up a lesbian porno I had already booted up.

“Like what you see?” 

I chuckled as Brandon’s cock hardened, completely mesmerized. Thanks to the lack of exposure, my nephew’s brain was flooded with waves of sexual pleasure forgotten to him, now redirected with my instruction. With his instincts realigned, Brandon’s former life would be no more. I reached over and quickly turned off the monitor, knowing his aching cock threatened immediate release.

“You’ve passed the test,” I announced. “You’re a real man now, Brandon.”

I motioned towards the open bathroom, Brandon's massive cock still throbbing for the opposite gender. I offered my permission without saying a word, grabbing for the door. To my surprise, and delight, my nephew cockily questioned my expertise.

“I disagree, uncle,” his voice was deep and authoritative. “The true test will come after I lose my gold star.”

[hellbornsworld]

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[the-froschamethyst4]

Saddle Up and Shut Up

𖤐Pairing: Cowboy! Soap x Cowgirl! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: she/her

𖤐Warnings: Smut, fluff, language, married couple, P in V, pussy slapping, fingering, some dirty talk, kissing/making out, eating out, groping, nipple play, pinching,

𖤐Summary: Soap is obsessed with his wife, his wife is just as such a good cowgirl and helps him on the farm.

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After leaving the Military John Soap MacTavish had bought farmland in Yorkshire, England. He built a farmhouse and bought farm animals such as goats, sheep, cows, horses, pigs and chickens.

Soap then got married to his wife Y/n. Y/n was as good as him at being a cowgirl. She liked to go do farm chores with Soap like getting the eggs from the chickens, milking the goats and cows, shaving the sheep, and feeding the pigs and horses.

Y/n and Soap were in the field on the back of their horses, they were gonna wrangle up some calves and tag them. Soap sits walks over to her and stood next to her and saw the cows start running towards them, they got their lassos ready.

Y/n through her rope and got one of the calves and took it down, she tied it's legs and tagged the baby, she let's the calf go and got another along with Soap.

They've tagged around 10 calves.

"All done," Y/n says.

"Yep," Soap says popping the p.

Soap watches as sweat rolls down her neck. She looked so sexy right now. In Soap's eyes she looked so sexy.

"John."

"Huh?" He says, looking at her.

"Are you hungry?"

"Oh yeah, I am," he says with a smirk.

Soap and Y/n headed back to the farmhouse, they got off their horses and let them eat the grass in the front yard. She kicked her boots off at the door and Soap does too.

Soap watched her make some ham sandwiches and Soap picked which chips he wanted for his sandwich. Soap placed the chips next to the plate, Soap then placed his hand into Y/n's back pocket pulling her close to him.

"John."

"What? I'm not doing anything," he says, kissing her temple.

"Well...are you hungry?"

"I'm hungry for something else," he finally says.

He picks her up and places her on the island in the middle of the kitchen, he stood between her legs, he kisses her lips, hands cupping her cheeks and they started to have a heavy make out session.

Soap's hands going under her small white tank top, groping her breasts, they fit perfectly in his hands as she let's out a soft moan. Her fingers combing through his hair.

"S-Soap," she moans.

Soap then pins Y/n on her back, her arms going over her head as his lips were hot and wet. His tongue drags down her neck, she moans again and her finger clench in his hair slightly tugging at the strains.

"Fuck," he moans.

He sits up, he starts unbuckling his belt and removing his nasty gray shirt. He fishes his dick out of his boxers and gives himself a few pumps before, removing Y/n's belt and pulling her jeans off, her cute panties on full display for him. He smirks kissing her inner thighs, and sucking just above her panties.

He starts pulling them down and tossed them on the floor. He licks his lips before taking his hand and gently slapping it against her sloppy wet pussy.

She moans grabbing his wrist and trying to make him stop but she also didn't want him to stop. He slaps it again, she moans and squeezed her thighs around his hand.

"God, you look so cute like this, Bonnie." he says.

"K-Keep going," Y/n moans. He smirks and one the last slap he shoves two fingers inside of her. She moans, she squeezes around his fingers.

"God, you're so fucking tight baby," he says.

"Ah!" She moans indicating that he should go faster and he did. He pushes his fingers in and out of her lower half. His fingers were thick and calloused, she moans and held his wrist.

She could feel herself close to coming. She looks at him and he smirks pulling his fingers out, she whines and then he pumps himself a few more times again, before pushing himself inside of her.

She put her head back hitting the wooden counter top. She moans from the pain but ignored it because she was feeling so good. Soap smirks when seeing her face become red and tears wanting to fall from her eyes and roll down her cheeks. He puts his finger under her eyes and wiped them away from her eyes.

He leans down kissing the salty tears away from her face. He smiles down at her, her arms wrapping around his neck and her legs wrap around his waist.

"God, you're so fucking hot," he smirks, kissing her neck and sucking on her neck leaving small purple bruises. His thrusts were becoming sloppy. He starts groaning as his tip hits against her spot. Y/n moans tossing her head back.

Soap sat down holding Y/n against his chest, he starts moving his hands from her back down to her hips, helping her bounce up and down, his tip hitting her spot, over and over.

Her head then went to his shoulder muffling her moans and biting his shoulder, he groans and taps her ass a few times earning light moans from her.

"Fuck, fuck," Y/n curses and felt herself squeeze around him. He groans and gives one more sloppy thrust and felt himself coming. Y/n let's out one more moan before coming as well.

Y/n was panting as Soap pulls out, feeling his tip and feeling his sticky cum. He moves Y/n on her back, he goes down and sees cum leaking from her. He smirks and licks his lips and licks the mixed cum.

Y/n moans her thighs wanting to squeeze around his head but they were being forced open by Soap. He looks up at her, her right arm over her eyes, her mouth slightly opened with moans coming from her lips. Her left hand squeezing the the edge of the counter top.

Her nipples were hard due to the cold counter on her back when her tank top raised up. His hand goes up Y/n's tank top squeezing her breasts and pinching at her hard nipples.

She moans her small hands holding his hand through her tank top.

"S-Soap, I'm-I'm gonna cum again," she moans.

"Do it, bonnie," he groans as he kept licking her and sucking on her clit.

She moans fighting against his hand holding her open, she finally squeezed his head as he moving his tongue faster and the wet sounds filled the kitchen.

"Ah!" She moans before finally coming again.

Soap sits up looking down at Y/n, she was sweaty and her hair sticking to her forehead along with Soap's hair sticky to his own forehead.

"Fucking hell," he cusses.

Soap pulls Y/n off the counter top and takes her to their shared bathroom. He placed her on the sinks counter taking off her tank top and turning on the shower. He watches as she gets off the counter and gets into the shower.

Soap strips from his clothes and hops in the shower with Y/n. He starts cleaning her up before himself. He pours shampoo in his hands rubbing it in and massaging it into her hair. Rinsing it out of her hair and then using her conditioner.

He grabs her loofa and puts her body wash on it and rubs it gently into her skin, she smelled like strawberries and vanilla.

"You smell so good," he says, kissing her neck and her shoulder.

"I better, you're cleaning me," she says.

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Y/n laid on the couch in one of Soap's shirts, he comes out of the shower in sweatpants and no shirt like usual. He sits next to her moving her feet to his lap.

"You tired?" He asks.

"A bit," she moves to cuddle up to his side now.

"I can tell, don't worry, bonnie," he kisses the top of her head, her eyes started to close, and light snores came from her. Soap smiles down at her kissing the top of her head and rubbed her side.

"You're such a sexy cowgirl," he mumbles, he taps her hips and gave her hip a gentle squeeze. "Sleep tight, bonnie," he says.

[alliswyattonthewesternfront]

to actually achieve lasting happiness, i would need to live somewhere surrounded by farm animals and garden plots, where i technically do have neighbors (with whom i am on good terms) but they aren't so close anyone notices that i watered the plants in my boxer briefs. BUT i also need to be able to put on a fucked up little outfit once a quarter and go have an adventure in the metropolis. this is why trains are vital, and why i must leave america at all costs