#herd riding

[deer-rising]

my uncle who works at flight rising let me log into the top secret test server to see the upcoming anniversary update!!!!!! yeehaw!!

[saturnvs]

stjärnfall / falling stars

[zahri-melitor]

Azrael #10:

Shiva and Vic hanging out watching karate fights.

…and Alfred and Tim going together too:

I’ve got to say, it’s sweet that Tim, who is living with Jack and Dana at this point, still finds the time to go out to an event with Alfred of an evening, without any problems.

Also I did enjoy that you really can tell Denny was across the entire office in high detail as editor, because he keeps casually tossing references to other plots into his stories. In this one he’s heavily referencing the Catwoman-B:SOTB Secrets of the Universe crossover that was coming out simultaneously.

[rollaroundincompliments]

All teenagers are equally unhinged

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

it's been a long day guys. I'm going to go cuddle a mustang in the morning

[serenedash]

fun fact about me is that I narrowly escaped becoming a hashtag horsegirl. in another universe I am a professional horseback rider I know it. anyway my friend also suggested keyblade wielders on chocobos so you already know what's going on

[yetanotherknitter]

delighted by the idea of vanessa rolling up to her incredibly boring normal job's work party with three of the most terrifying men anyone's ever seen like yes hello this is my boyfriend, my boyfriend's boyfriend, and my boyfriend's qpp

[tertain-the-original]

Cerise Hood

Daughter of Red Riding Hood

Cerise has always wanted to be a part of the high school soccer team… but her self consciousness and general social anxiety has always gotten in her way. But that doesn’t mean she can’t have friends! Although her friend group is small, she loves each of them dearly and hopes to one day share her secret… her father is a wolf.

[alllthesewordsleftunsaid]

My loves

[cannibalthoughts]

The weather was dry and windy, a reprieve from the rains, and they were high up to avoid the marshy lowland. During the day, with the sun glaring overhead and a hot horse beneath Bruno, the brisk wind was pleasant. But with night, the temperature plunged. It was still fine when their small cookfire was burning and they had hot food. That was nothing but coals now, though, under dirt to keep any cinders from catching and spreading as they slept.

Bruno gets cold at night. Félix and Agustín help. Rated M.

[fogaminghub]

🎮 Just dropped a comprehensive guide for “The Sheep and the Goats” mission in Red Dead Redemption 2! 🐐✨ Whether you're struggling to herd sheep or aiming for that elusive Gold Medal, we’ve got the strategies you need. 

Don’t miss out on mastering this pivotal mission and enhancing your gameplay!

[vulnicura]

this shit is ram ranch to me

[isthehorsevideocute]

Posts that aged like milk......

[disneyprincessdxminatrix]

Hope you feel better soon, you and your partner deserve all the happiness in the world 💜

Thank you, I’ve seen your message last weekend but then forgot to answer it.. you’re really too nice.

It feels as if things are clearing up a little. Like there isn’t much I can do now but wait for everything to get back to normal (hopefully).

[daisyachain]

It’s not Nodover until it’s Nodover. I repeat this to myself

[dante-mightdie]

Hot and sweaty Rancher!John fixing a tractor, riding of his hat and wiping the sweat off his face with a ratty rag he keeps in his back pocket.

Reader offers him a nice cold soda, ends up getting their 🐱 eaten by him as a ‘thank you’. A few days later, reader gets John a handkerchief with some flowers embroidered in the corner to replace that sweat rag he’s been using.

Or nah?

(nsfw content below)

you’re too good for a mean old bastard like him, he tells himself when you hand him a ice cold glass bottle of cherry cola. you would disagree if he said it out loud which is why he settles for gulping down the too sweet soda in just three gulps as a man of his size is apparently one to do

how nice of you to bring him a cold drink from the general store on your way back from sunday service. shifting nervously in your modest heels and pretty skirted dress. they’re a bit worn but you make ���em look brand new. he’ll get you all the dresses you want when you finally let him slip his great grandmother’s ring onto your finger

you’re waiting for a thank you, something to let you know he enjoyed your kind gesture. since he’s not one for gentle words, he herds you until you’re backed up against the tractor. hoisting you up onto the worn leather seats, landing you gently as a surprised gasp leaves your lips

skirts bunches around your waist as his grubby hands paw at your soft flesh. greedy tongue licking and sucking every crevice of your cunt. your perfectly filed nails tugging on the greased strands of his hair, heels kicking against his back until you come on his tongue

you hand him the handkerchief with his dinner the next day, folded neatly under the plate so he can’t see what it is before you scuttle off. catches a glimpse of his initials engraved in the corner right before he was gonna wipe his mouth clean, luckily he caught himself before that could happen

he ain’t using that rag for sweat or crumbs, he’ll leave it in his laundry for you to wash. evidence of his spend from the night before, no shame on his face when you give it back with burning cheeks…