#farmer laws

[political-us]

[captainkirkk]

How long was it between when Iroh convinced Zuko to take up the Fire Throne, and Sozin's comet? A day? Less??

AU where Iroh convinces Zuko to be the next Fire Lord MUCH earlier in the series. Zuko, who hasn't been in formal education since was 13yo, understandably panics. He barely remembers his lessons on How To Be the Fire Lord, and they were all focused on how to rule during wartime. Not peace. What does an international peace treaty even LOOK like and how does one go about making it???? How does trade work when you're NOT trying to eradicate every other nation????

Book 3 Zuko spends all of his time teaching Aang firebending, interrogating the other members about their culture's traditions and politics, going on Blue Spirit journeys to raid any passing libraries, and reading everything he can get his hands on. He barely eats. He doesn't sleep. He's info dumping about the DRIEST political texts. The gaang are THIS close to holding an intervention or having Toph sit on him until he sleeps.

[premiumbitch]

۶ৎ SWEET TEA & SOUTHERN CHARM: THE FARM GIRL MANIFESTATION PACK & SCRIPTING PACK ˙⋆.˚

This is for the lovely people who want to manifest stuff about themselves or script this in their shifting script! this pack is a farm girl theme ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ enjoy!

𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 �� 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐺𝒾𝓇𝓁 𝒲𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒮𝓊𝓃𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝐻𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉

There’s something golden about you, something that feels like the last warm rays of sunlight stretching across a wheat field. You were made for soft linen dresses and bare feet against the earth, for laughter carried by the wind and eyes that hold the endless blue of the sky. You move with the ease of someone who understands the rhythm of the land, who knows that beauty is not just in the grand, but in the simple—the morning dew on the grass, the hum of cicadas at dusk, the way love grows like wildflowers if you let it.

𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒞𝒶𝓃’𝓉 𝒬𝓊𝒾𝓉

Your kindness is a slow-dripping honey, golden and rich, the kind that lingers on the tongue long after it’s gone. There’s a softness in your touch, a warmth in your words, as if your very presence is stitched together with love. You are the girl who offers homemade jam in little glass jars, who kisses the heads of sunflowers as she passes, who can make a home feel like a sanctuary just by being in it. They could search the whole world and never find another heart as sweet as yours.

𝐃𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒢𝒾𝓇𝓁 𝒲𝒽𝑜 𝐵𝑒𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝒯𝑜 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐸𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒽

There is something about you that feels like childhood summers, like running through open fields with the wind at your back and the sun kissing your cheeks. Your hands are soft, but they have known hard work, and your heart is tender, but it is as strong as the roots of an ancient oak. You are the kind of girl who smells like wildflowers and fresh air, who leaves little pieces of herself everywhere she goes—a pressed flower in a book, a laugh echoing in the hills, a love that lingers long after she’s gone.

𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝑀𝒾𝓈𝓉 𝒪𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒲𝒾𝓁𝒹 𝐹𝒾𝑒𝓁𝒹𝓈

You are the quiet of the early morning, when the mist clings to the hills and the world still feels like a secret. There is a mystery in your eyes, a knowing smile that suggests you understand things others have forgotten—how to listen to the trees, how to read the language of the stars, how to find magic in the simplest of things. You are not loud, not overbearing, but your presence is felt like the hush before the rain, like the wind through the tall grass, like a whispered promise carried on the breeze.

𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐭 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐿𝑒𝓃𝑑𝓈 𝐼𝓉𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻 𝒯𝑜 𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔

You love like the earth loves—steady, deep, unshaken. You have a way of making everyone feel at home, of turning the ordinary into something special. The world is softer where you step, a little sweeter where you laugh. You are fresh-picked berries and sun-warmed skin, freckles kissed by the sky, arms open wide to gather love like an autumn harvest. The people who meet you never forget the way you made them feel—like they were worthy of all the warmth you had to give.

𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐫 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒢𝒾𝓇𝓁 𝒲𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒲𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝐻𝑒𝓇 𝐻𝒶𝒾𝓇

You were not meant to be caged. Your spirit runs wild like the rivers, your heart beats to the rhythm of hooves against the earth. There is something untamed in you, something that refuses to be held too tightly. You live for the open skies, for the road untraveled, for the endless horizon stretching before you. People watch you and wonder where you’ll go next, but even you don’t always know—you are a storm in a summer dress, a firefly that refuses to be caught.

𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝑀𝑒𝓁𝑜𝒹𝓎 𝒪𝒻 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐿𝒶𝓃𝒹

There is music in you, though it is not the kind played on stages. It is the song of wheat rustling in the wind, the rhythm of rain on a tin roof, the lullaby of a rocking chair creaking on a wooden porch. Your voice carries the warmth of a summer evening, and your touch feels like coming home. You are steady and true, the kind of girl who makes the world feel a little more right just by being in it. You do not seek attention, yet you shine—like fields of gold beneath an open sky.

𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐿𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈 𝒰𝓅 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒩𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉

The firelight flickers in your eyes, mirroring the ember that burns deep in your soul. You were not made for quiet corners—you belong under the vast sky, dancing barefoot in the dirt, singing with your head thrown back and the stars listening in. There is a joy in you, raw and untamed, something that makes people want to follow you into the night, to laugh, to live, to love without fear. You are warmth in the cold, a spark in the dark, a love letter to all that is wild and free.

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐝𝐞 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒢𝒾𝓇𝓁 𝒲𝒽𝑜 𝐵𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓂𝓈 𝒲𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐸𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒽

Your spirit sways like golden wheat in the summer wind, soft but unbreakable. There is a poetry in the way you move—each step a verse, each glance a whisper of a love song only the earth understands. You are the kind of beauty that isn’t just seen but felt, a warmth that lingers on sun-kissed skin, a presence as timeless as the rolling fields. People watch you, entranced, not knowing if you are a dream or simply a piece of the earth made human.

𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐵𝓇𝑒𝑎𝓉𝒽 𝒪𝒻 𝐹𝓇𝑒𝑒𝒹𝑜𝓂

You are not the kind of flower meant for careful hands or crystal vases—you were made to bloom where the wild things grow, kissed by the sun and tangled in the wind. There is an untamed beauty to you, one that does not ask for permission to exist. You are the scent of rain on dry earth, the thrill of a horse galloping at full speed, the feeling of fingers running through tall grass. They could try to capture you, to keep you, but you will always belong to the open fields and the endless sky.

𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐤 & 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒢𝒾𝓇𝓁 𝒲𝒽𝑜 𝒞𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓈 𝒲𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝐻𝑒𝓇 𝒲𝒽𝑜𝓁𝑒 𝐻𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉

You are soft hands and strong arms, warm bread and open doors, the kind of love that lingers long after it’s given. There is something gentle in you, something rich and full and nourishing. You carry love the way bees carry pollen, spreading warmth wherever you go. You are the girl who hums while she works, who knows the stories of the land and the weight of a well-loved heart. To be loved by you is to be held, truly held, by something pure, something golden.

𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐞𝐰 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒢𝒾𝓇𝓁 𝒲𝒽𝑜 𝐻𝒶𝓈 𝒦𝓃𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝒮𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒

There is a hush about you, a quiet beauty that belongs to the first light of dawn. You are the softness of mist rolling over the hills, the cool kiss of fresh water on bare skin, the stillness that settles over the land before the world wakes up. People do not always notice you at first, but when they do, they cannot look away—because there is something about you that feels like a secret, something sacred, something they are lucky to have witnessed even once.

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒢𝒾𝓇𝓁 𝒲𝒽𝑜 𝒦𝓃𝑜𝓌𝓈 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒢𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝒯𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝒯𝒾𝓂𝑒

You understand patience the way the earth does—you know that everything blooms in its own time. You do not rush, do not demand, but instead nurture, trust, and wait. Your love is like an orchard in the fall, golden and abundant, something that cannot be hurried but, when given freely, feels like the sweetest gift. You are cinnamon in warm cider, the weight of a quilt on cold nights, the smell of firewood burning—it is impossible not to feel at home with you.

𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐎𝐚𝐤 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓌𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓇

You have stood in the quiet of the night and listened to the wind tell its stories. You have traced constellations with your fingertips and felt the presence of something greater than yourself. There is wisdom in your bones, a knowing that comes not from books but from the land itself. You do not chase, do not demand, but instead let life come to you, steady as the roots of an ancient tree. There are those who will try to understand you, but you are not meant to be understood—you are meant to be felt, like the hush before a storm, like the glow of the moon on an open field.

𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐝𝐲 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒢𝒾𝓇𝓁 𝒲𝒽𝑜 𝐵𝑒𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝒯𝑜 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒲𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓇

You are the laughter of a brook tumbling over smooth stones, the soft lapping of water against the shore. There is something fluid about you, something that cannot be held too tightly or it will slip right through. You are as refreshing as the first swim of summer, as soothing as rain against a tin roof, as restless as the river longing for the ocean. People find themselves drawn to you, aching for the peace you bring, but you are not one to be claimed—you go where the current takes you, and you are happiest that way.

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐆𝐥𝐨𝐰 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐿𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐿𝓊𝓁𝓁𝓈 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒲𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹 𝒯𝑜 𝑅𝑒𝓈𝓉

There is something about you that makes people breathe easier, that makes the world feel a little less heavy. You are twilight settling over the land, the glow of lantern light through a window, the hush of a porch swing rocking back and forth. You do not need to be loud to be noticed—your presence is felt in the way people relax in your company, in the way they trust you without knowing why. You are a soft place to land, a steady heart in an unsteady world, a light that never burns out.

𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝑜𝓊𝓁 𝒪𝒻 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒲𝒾𝓁𝒹

You are the sound of spurs jingling against worn leather, the scent of sagebrush after the rain, the fierce independence of a woman who belongs to no one but herself. You know the value of hard work, the satisfaction of dust on your boots and sweat on your skin. There is steel in your spine and fire in your eyes, and yet—there is tenderness too. The way you lean against a fence post to watch the sunset, the way you run your fingers through a horse’s mane, the way you love so fiercely it feels like home. They call you wild, and maybe you are—but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

[gammija]

yaaaayayaay my dnd character literally stabbed a valued ally in the back, because she's scared and someone from a mindbogglingly powerful organization ordered her to do it or they'd do something even worse to her and her loved ones and they were an authority and she believes in authority and they gave her the perfect opportunity to do it (showing that they're Watching) so she did it and now she feels so so so guilty and she's lying to everyone about it, even her own party, her own friends, and trying to convince even herself of the lie- but on the other hand... this organization has promised her power, more power than she's ever ever had as a run-of-the-mill lower noble lady, so powerful that she might be able to use it to protect her entire realm from destruction. to be the Right ruler. and don't the ends justify the means?

[klanced]

I still have no idea how Veracxa actually played out in the show but I’m enamored by the idea that the team spends years fighting like the bitchiest most tenacious most androgynous lesbian ever. And then she becomes Lance’s sister-in-law.

[ef-1]

[pigeons-with-jello]

Love the silt verses bc they rlly got brand mascots as deities and ppl are really out here devoting themselves to it

[fishyfarms]

August family lore anyone? I’m too tired to go too in depth about it right now (though if anyone is curious to learn more please feel free to send asks!!! Would love to chat abt them) but tldr is that Jack (August’s dad) left August with her grandpa for him to raise after his wife and her mother died. Years later he ends up marrying one of his coworkers and starts a family with her but then his new wife finds out he has a daughter he just completely abandoned and demands for her to be included. It’s a hot mess situation and everyone’s miserable! Yay!

[ebbpettier]

i know i tend to think of malcolm as the calm one because natasha self-immolated to kill a bunch of vampires (and likely to avenge what she thought was her newly murdered son) but i do think that he has the capacity to go truly scorched-earch for baz if he had to. in his own way.

[auncyen]

HUH.

and from ifixit:

The exemption also applies to other commercial kitchen equipment—we’ve heard about undocumented error codes in commercial espresso machines, restaurant owners getting locked out of their own commercial ovens, and missing service manuals for insulated cabinets. But we’re especially excited about the ice cream win.

[cowardlyrenren]

Pov: you make me list up all of my fav characters from different fandoms that I'm in.

I can't fit ALL of them so this is some of them

[megayogiposts]

Second appeal against executive engineer for taking RTI application under teeth

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[jaskiercommabard]

AU Geralt with his hair in a bun my beloved

AU Geralt wearing an apron for literally any reason my beloved

AU Geralt with a dog named Roach my beloved

AU Geralt talking sweetly to a busted old truck my beloved

[iusedtohavesixtoes]

Was thinking about Farmer Law again.

ko-fi

[hitheeprithee]

do you think Tango would get along with Deputy Norman and Flick?

HI RANCHER MOOT

okay okay so I have Thoughts about this

So Tango, wonderful innovative Tango, is very knowledgeable about mobs, right? He's done so much in Decked Out to facilitate their optimal usage, looked into the depths of their coding, figured out the best ways to tweak their environments to suit them. But he's not like, good with animals. He studies them! He knows about them! But that man will squeak like a chew toy and RUN AWAY if any of those mobs get too close. Granted, they're hostile, but it's not exactly like he's lining up to house pets the rest of the time. He's busy wrangling enough critters on the clock thanks very much.

SO WHEN IT COMES TO THE CATS. He wants to befriend them so badly. They're Jimmy's babies! His deputies!! But god he has no idea how. Their tails lash at him?? And they bit him once Jimmy look he swears he didn't do anything!! Then Jimmy has to explain that yes when they're playing they do that. Then Tango clicks into researcher mode. He must understand the cat code. He can do it.

He follows them around with a notebook, and looks things up on his comm, studying their habits. He will master the cat code. He Will. Jimmy watches with exasperation but a lot of fondness because Tango is being completely silly but it's also pretty dang cute. There are fish treats now. Tango is making meals for them. He is making beds for them to see where they like to sleep. He will WIN AT CATS.

He doesn't really win at cats. He can't quite figure them out, and he's pretty dejected about it. Until Jimmy finds him asleep one night on the couch at Ranch 2.0, with Norman and Flick curled up on top of him. Cuz cats like you better when you let them come to you. So as soon as he stopped trying they decided he was their guy now. That and Tango noises confused the hell out of them for a long time, but they've decided he's just a big cat now. Tango has been relegated to cat warmer status, and now as soon as he sits down there is a furry bundle that would like the warmth please <3 Jimmy couldn't be happier

[smilesrobotlover]

Man I am making Talon suffer this poor man 💀💀💀