#day 78

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[werewolfaday]

day 78! a request for skateboarding weres from gert53!! thanks so much!!

request/prompt thru ko-fi!

[daily-odile]

card dile....

[johndavedaily]

john and dave rob a bank .w.

day 78

evyerone loveeess johndave homestuck!

[kaveh-a-day]

Day 78

[badlydrawnmeulin]

[daily-bipper-brainrot]

[daily-yanqing]

(day 78) happy yanqing yaturday to all who celebrate 🎉🎉🎉

[adeleine-everyday]

day 78

nother pinterest outfit

[sketching4fun]

Day 78: trolls.

Blinky and Aaarrrgghh!!! were a must for today’s theme! 😁

[daily-fern]

pls draw fern fighting with finn

Day 78

[wigglesdtuff]

She's getting into character, Usopp, let her work

[magoranzz]

78. Valentine's

something tells me I drew this before...

[dailydoseofdragon]

Day 78- Flightmare

[days-until-burnout]

Maybe some romantic ranchers? Love your fics

what an opportune ask. i was already planning on a rancher fic and lo and behold, this req lol some ranchers coming right up o7

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📧 Day 78 -

Characters - Jimmy/Tango Words - 1,422 Time - 60 mins Content - Farm AU

Jimmy's heard of the newcomer. All the way from the city, life packed into a truck, and finally moving in into that quiet, empty house near his parents' farm. It isn't farmland, just a quiet house surrounded by fields. And other people's farmland.

Personally, time hasn't allowed him to see them yet. But he's heard things. Nothing big or exciting, mostly gossip about the city and why they must've come into the country side. Regardless, his life and day is busy enough that he can't spare time to chase leads or walk over and meet them—though he knows his parents will, at some point when they find the time.

For the time being, he pats Bullseye on the right side of his neck and the continue their walk to Joel's place. Some produce to deliver, then it's back home to look after the horses, then it's… Well, he isn't sure yet, but it'll come to him soon.

"So?" Joel asks as he unloads the last sack of corn, tossing it with the rest carelessly. Jimmy looks at him with brief confusion, seeing a raised brow and tilted head. Joel rolls his eyes with an exasperated sigh, "The new guy. Met him yet?"

Jimmy shakes his head, Joel sighs again.

"You should. Find out what's the deal, I mean. I heard he won't be living alone."

This time, Jimmy is the one to raise his eyebrow. "Why do you care about some guy?"

Joel shrugs and waves him off. "Dunno. Drug lord for all we know."

Jimmy's mouth drops, but Joel is already shooing him off before he can defeat the stranger. As he hops back into Bullseye and they begin their walk back, he is overcome with the feeling of impotence—for not defending the new guy? Yeah, he doesn't get it either, but it's whatever.

After letting his mum know he did the delivery, and after unloading the exchanged produce, Jimmy takes the reigns and walks Bullseye to the paddock. There are a couple horses hanging in the lots around it—with the summer sun, the horses aren't rugged, and some are even hanging in the shaded areas under trees.

"Alright lad, a couple laps then you're going on your break." He says cheerily, and Bullseye nickers, pushing into the side of his face with his own.

Jimmy unlatches the paddock, letting Bullseye in first before he follows, latching it behind him. Swiftly, in a single motion, he is back on Bullseye, and after securing himself, it takes nothing before they are running laps. He considers running on the fields for a bit, giving him a little more freedom, but he remembers they've been doing deliveries all morning and decides to not strain his horse.

Tomorrow, though. With fewer deliveries, and them being nearby, he makes a promise in his mind.

Time passes as he cheers and laughs loudly, the wind carrying his voice around them as Bullseye copies with his own neighs and nickers. The sun is hot on their heads and bodies, quickly covered in sweat the wind is just not strong enough to dry. But there is a freedom to it, in every gallop and every bit of dirt kicked up. The leather of the reigns dig into his sweaty palm, and he feels the tension and release with every slow turn, with every jump.

Jimmy forgets about the world for a while, until he's guiding Bullseye to a slow, and then an eventual stop. They breathe hard, satisfied yet eager for more, but he calls it a day for now, guiding them to the entrance. He eyes a couple of horses they pass by, wondering if any of them will need some exercise.

Jimmy stares at a red dun and chestnut chasing each other, not realizing Bullseye stopped, and not at the gate.

"Hey buddy."

Jimmy rarely registers the voice, only really noticing once Bullseye neighs. He turns to see his horse nuzzling his muzzle into a stranger's hand, pushing down on his palm before lightly pushing on their face. Pale skin, blond hair, dressed up very casually, if not a little not for the situation.

It takes another minute before Jimmy kicks himself mentally, tipping his head and hoping his hot face can be excused on the sun.

"Hi."

The stranger looks up, and smiles. "Hi. Sorry to distract."

"Oh! No, no. You didn't. We were done anyways."

"Seemed like you two had a lot of fun."

Jimmy nods, breathing out and forcing himself to relax. "Yeah, my buddy here and I have been together for a couple years now. We love just—running about."

"Is that so?"

He nods.

"I've never ridden a horse before. Probably sucked at it, huh? Closest thing to riding an animal was getting in a car with a tipsy driver down the highway in the middle of nowhere. Not fun, not fun."

Something clicks in Jimmy's brain, and he does a double-take on the stranger, tilting his head and squinting. "Hey, are you the new guy? Who moved in recently near this farm?"

"Oh crap, yeah! I am, name's Tango. How could I forget to introduce myself."

"No, no! It's—gosh, yeah, I didn't either. I'm Jimmy. Nice to meet you. My parents own this farm, they should be around somewhere—"

"Yeah, I've met them. Hah," Tango looks to the side sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck, "they actually told me to come here and see you. Completely forgot about that, huh? Distracted watching you and all."

Jimmy thinks his heart skipped a beat. He isn't sure. He won't question it.

Before Jimmy can say anything stupid, Tango continues, drawn back by Bullseye. "So what its name?"

"Bullseye! It's—ugh, it's a dumb joke. From the—"

"Toy Story?"

He deflates, "Yeah. A friend named it and it only answers to that, so the name stuck around. I tried other names though, but I just wasted treats for nothing."

"Well," Tango grins, scratching the underside of Bullseye's chin, "you're a cowboy, aren't cha? Not a bad pair."

"It's actually—" Jimmy stops himself, shaking his head. He shouldn't tell embarrassing stuff to new people, much less new neighbors. For the time being, he just needs Tango to not meet Joel, for as long as possible. "I guess so."

"So what are you doing now?"

"Eh, some grooming maybe. If my parents don't have more chores for me to do." Tango nods. "You can come with, if you don't have anything to do. Most horses are fine with strangers so it shouldn't be a big deal."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. I've got this, Tango. Leave it to me."

Tango laughs, then huffs with an almost fond eye-roll, "Sure, boss. Lead the way."

Jimmy tugs the reigns back to the gate, and Tango hops off the fence, walking parallel as Bullseye begins to walk. For a couple minutes, he moves on autopilot, a single thing running through his mind.

The sound of Tango's laugh—sweet and warm, friendly, so friendly and nice. It echoes in his mind, overwhelming him like warm summer days after cold winters. He wants more of it, hear his laughter more, and maybe see his face more too.

Jimmy catches himself in the thought, his face having returned to normal only to be burned up in heat again.

He doesn't know Tango. But he has eyes, and Tango looks nice. And Tango seems like a nice person—if Bullseye likes him, then Tango must be a good person. But he's still a stranger, but won't be once he knows him, but it's too early to be thinking about 'wanting to hear him laugh' or 'wanting to see him more'. He will, because they are neighbors, but intentionally.

Intentionally.

In a mix of confusion and self-scolding, Jimmy shakes his head harder than he needs to, bringing himself back to the present. He blinks his eyes to a brush in his hand, the red roan coat of Bullseye in front of him. But he distracts again, so easily, following the voice, quiet and careful, until he lands on him. On Tango.

"Hey buddy," Tango says quietly, taking a half-step closer to a black spotted blanket horse. He reaches a hand slowly, and the horse lets him pat and scratch. "Nice."

"Her names is Rev," Jimmy surprises himself with how leveled his voice is. But Tango looks at him with surprise, then he eases back into a pretty smile, and Jimmy knows he can't say anything else.

"Hi Rev. I'm Tango."

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is this the same au as the smalletho one? that's for [redacted] to decide. anyways. uh. if i write them again, it will be gayer i promise. jimmy or tango or both will pull an day 10 (b) etho and it will bring balance to the world. trust<3

also, i know nothing about horses or farmlife<3