#cobblestone farm

[pakawaka]

2nd attempt and i finally made it work 💀

[oldfarmhouse]

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[trenchcoatimpala]

Cobblestone Love

Hello, everyone! I have just dropped my new fic Cobblestone Love on ao3! Updates will be every Tuesday!

Castiel Novak was raised with only one purpose: to be King. With an arranged marriage between himself and Princess Megan Masters of a neighboring kingdom approaching, he finds himself wanting to spend a night in town, enjoying his freedom before his royal duties catch up to him. Dean Winchester works his farm by day and Ellen's tavern by night trying to make ends meet so he can put his brother, Sam, through medical school. When a mysterious stranger with dark hair and blue eyes, claiming to be a knight for the King, sits down at the bar, Dean's life is forever altered.

You can read a teaser below:

A man plopped down beside Castiel with a nasty leer on his face. “So you’re rich, pretty boy?”

Castiel met the man's gaze, he saw nothing but dishonesty there. “My wealth is of no concern to you.” 

“It is when you come parading in here with gold coins fit for the King. I reckon you could spare a few more coins for some poor folk like me.” 

Castiel let his expression harden. “And I reckon you think you can take it from me if I don’t give it willingly.” 

The man grinned at him, revealing a few missing teeth. “You reckon right.” 

A moment later a pair of hands was on the lapels of his shirt and he was being pulled to his feet. 

“You stop that this instant!” the barkeep woman shouted. “Put him down!” 

“If he can spare you some change then he’s got to have more where that came from. I’m just going to shake him down, see how much more coin he’s got.” Castiel found that amusing, especially since the man threatening him was a great deal shorter than Castiel himself. 

“That would be a horrible mistake on your part,” Castiel said. 

Castiel had been trained to fight by highly respected knights, he could hold his own in a battle and he was very good with a sword. It was a pity he didn’t bring his sword with him, but he’d opted not to as it would have been a dead give away that he was from royal descent. He would have to win the fight by his own fists instead. 

As he was gearing up to get free of the man's grip and send him to the ground, the man was suddenly being ripped away from him. A whiskey rough voice spoke in anger and mockery as Castiel tried to get his wits about him again. 

“You really don’t want to do that, Marv. How many times do I have to kick you out of this bar!” 

Castiel watched as Marv was shoved roughly through the door by a tall man with light brown hair and an impressive set of bow legs. When he turned around again, Castiel felt his breath steal itself away from him. The man was gorgeous, there was no other word for it. His face was dotted with a fair few freckles and his jawline was sharp and decorated with the thinnest layer of scruff. He was dressed in high riding boots with a tan tunic that was tucked into his brown leather pants. He wore a matching leather vest over his tunic and his sleeves were rolled up to the elbow. This man clearly worked with his hands a lot and by the muscles in his arms and back he looked like he was good at it. 

“I’m so sorry about him,” the man said, and there was that perfect voice again. 

“It’s no trouble,” Castiel found himself replying, it was a wonder he’d been able to recover his voice. 

The man extended his hand. “I’m Dean.”

Castiel took it. Calluses brushed against his skin as his palm slid into Dean’s. It was a warm handshake, he found himself rather enjoying the touch. “I’m-” he paused, he shouldn’t say his name. The purpose of his trip outside of castle walls was to go unrecognized and mingle with the common folk to experience their way of living, so that once he took the throne he’d know how best to help them. No, it was best he didn’t reveal who he was, besides, he was never fond of how once anybody learned his identity they felt the need to drop to their knees and genuflect in the name of the crown. It was rather unsettling and it made Castiel uncomfortable to be the receiver of such respect. “James,” he decided to say. It was his middle name and a common enough name to get him through this moment. “But everyone calls me Jimmy.” 

“Well, Jimmy,” Dean said with a smile, “I hope you’ll enjoy the rest of your evening. If Ellen or I can get you anything just say the word.” 

Ellen, Castiel took it, was the woman behind the bar. “Thank you very much, Dean.” 

Dean’s cheeks pinked slightly in the lantern light. “Don’t mention it.”

Up close, Castiel could see that Dean’s eyes were the most emerald of green, and he could almost picture himself getting lost in those eyes and never having to worry about leading a kingdom or marrying a girl he was not in love with, nor could he ever be. Alas, his daydreams were for naught, and after tonight he was to return to the castle and take his rightful place as King. 

He sipped slowly at his mead and let himself slip away into the hum of people around him. He wasn’t eavesdropping, per se, but he couldn’t help but hear what people were saying. A young family to his left, with a weary looking mother and an exasperated father, tended to two young children, a boy and a girl. The children were pretending to fight with sticks they must have picked up from the ground outside. Their parents were trying to stop them from running about, but the children bore no mind. 

Head on over to ao3 for the rest :)

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[420technoblazeit]

oh my god charlie just walked into the new red team base and i got the WORST whiplash holy shit

[conspiring-limabean]

sometimes I get a sudden and violent craving for the minecraft server I played when I was 12 as if I could log on and play it whenever I want but girl that was over a decade ago...

[plinkcat-gif]

chat i'm deranged about minecraft again

[lesbiten]

.....ive been playing skyfactory 4 on self induced hard mode by accident...in all the excitement about how the mods work and how to get resources......i forgot the number one thing you do in skyblock, which is make a cobblestone generator

[bewitchedbat]

i be exploring more advanced minecraft technologies

i have made a wheat harvest contraption and a mud generator

i also healed my first zombie villager, proceeded to lose him for a bit, until he found me instead

[saltedteas]

moving 200k+ iron by hand is a fate worse than death. I’ve been standing here, staring into the crafting table surrounded by iron, about to see god, and I’m only 25% done. Please end my suffering it’s been an hour straight

[windfighter]

Tried to get a good picture of my Skyvaults island but it's hard xD

[catastrophic-crow]

okay, so they weren't right about it making obsidian, but—

it also wouldn't be cobblestone. it would be stone. why? water flows faster than lava, so assuming you pushed both buttons at the same time, water would more quickly flow down into the cup, and when the lava met it, it would be making contact with the surface of the water from above. when lava touches water from above, it doesn't make obsidian, but it also doesn't make cobblestone. it makes... stone.

[crowcryptid]

not my family trying to get me killed on a bike tour we did waddah hell

The actual tour was fine but getting there on a bike meant riding next to cars on cobblestone and dirt. The ride back was even worse cause it was the afternoon and there were even more cars

The traffic rules here can best be summed up as: there are none.

Jeez.

[fionacle]

stayed up until 2am playing Minecraft oopsies

[knightpixie]

oh

that's how you make clay in this modpack

[gqutie-blog]

Traditional Exterior - Siding Stunning large three-story mixed siding gable roof image in gray.

[ty-bayonet-betteridge]

ok but the skyblock punishment is the perfect punishment for doc because playing skyblock is Not his type of grind. playing skyblock requires being okay with spending half your life at a manual cobblestone generator, being okay with waiting for extremely unlikely things like zombie villager spawns to take place, being able to put your everything into building wheat farms and mob-spawning fields. it will drive Doc insane