#underwood farm

[fedorahead]

so there wasn't a sriracha shortage, huy fong just sucks

[90s-music-tourney]

Here are the entries to the 2000s tourney:

Pokerface by Lady Gaga

Welcome to the Black Parade by My Chemical Romance

Toxic by Britney Spears

Sk8ter Boi by Avril Lavigne

All my Life by Foo Fighters

American Idiot by Green Day

1985 by Bowling for Soup

Take Me Out by Franz Ferdinand

Somebody Told Me by the Killers

Hey There Delilah by Plain White Tees

Feel Good Inc by the Gorillaz

Sugar we're goin down by Fallout Boy

Brave as a noun by AJJ

Hot N Cold by Katy Perry

Single Ladies (Put a Ring On It) by Beyonce

The Dog Days are Over by Florence + the Machine

Seven Nation Army by White Stripes

Kryptonite by 3 Doors Down

She Hates Me by Puddle Of Mudd

Stacy's Mom by Fountains for Wayne

All the Small Things By Blink 182

Since U Been Gone by Kelly Clarkson

Hurt by Johnny Cash

Hey Ya by Outkast

Rehab by Amy Winehouse

Stan by Eminem

Do you realize by The Flaming Lips

Sexyback by Justin Timberlake

Party in the USA by Miley Cyrus

Drops of Jupiter (Tell Me) by Train

Californication by the Red Hot Chili Peppers

Fireflies by Owl City

TiK ToK by Ke$ha

Gives you Hell by All American Rejects

Paper Planes by M.I.A.

Can't get you out of my head by Kylie Monogue

I write sins not tragedies by Panic! At the Disco

Short Skirt/Long Jacket by CAKE

Teenage Dirtbag by Wheatus

Bring Me to Life by Evanescence

Before he cheats by Carrie Underwood

Vida La Vida by Coldplay

Photograph by Nickelback

99 Problems by Jay-Z

Hash Pipe by Weezer

A Thousand Miles by Vanessa Carlton

Love Story by Taylor Swift

Unwell by MatchBox Twenty

Yeah! by Usher

Dilemma by Nelly and Kelly Rowland

Beautiful by Christina Aguilera

My Hips Don't Lie by Shakira

I gotta Feeling by Black Eyed Peas

Hollaback Girl by Gwen Stefani

Watcha Say by Jason Derulo

Drop it like it's Hot by Snoop Dogg

Unwritten by Natasha Bedingfield

Numb by Linkin Park

Umbrella by Rihanna

Crazy in Love by Beyonce and Jay Z

How to Save a Life by The Fray

Get the Party Started by P!nk

Survivor By Destiny's Child

Everytime we touch by Cascada

Beautiful Girls by Sean Kingston

Bad day by Daniel Powter

Chop Suey By System of a Down

I'm Yours by Jason Mraz

Crazy by Gnarls Barkley

The Middle by Jimmy Eat World

Harder Better Faster Stronger by Daft Punk

Chewing Gum by Annie

Lollipop by Mika

It's gonna be Me By Nsync

Low by Flo Rida

Fuck the pain away by Peaches

Misery Business by Paramore

It's my life by Bon Jovi

The Past Is a Grotesque Animal by Of Montreal

Work It by Missy Elliott

Butterfly by Crazy Town

Caramelldansen by Caramell

In da Club by 50 Cent

4 minutes by Madonna and Justin Timberlake

White Flag by Dido

Beautiful Day by U2

Fallin by Alicia Keys

All for you by Janet Jackson

Bootylicious by Destiny's Child

This Love by Maroon 5

Milkshake by Kelis

Smooth Criminal by alien Ant Farm

I'm a Believer by Smash Mouth

Sandstorm by Darude

I believe in a thing called love by the darkness

Float On by Modest Mouse

[vannyinthestars]

When I tell people (absolutely nobody) I’m writing a Cowboy AU fanfiction and attribute my ability to do so to background knowledge from being raised on a farm, riding horses since age six, having worked with a mustang, and knowing every single word to this song by heart since before I could write a compound sentence:

[natalyarose]

𝓚𝓮𝓽𝓾 𝓘𝓷𝓯𝓵𝓾𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮 & 𝓒𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓻𝔂 𝓜𝓾𝓼𝓲𝓬 ? 🌾🤍// 𝓋𝑒𝒹𝒾𝒸 𝒶𝓈𝓉𝓇𝑜𝓁𝑜𝑔𝓎 𝑜𝒷𝓈𝑒𝓇𝓋𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃

Hi! 🔮 My recent post on Taylor Swift prompted me to take a look at the charts of prominent women in the country music genre. I did some research, and found a strong pattern of Ketu influence, which makes sense if you understand the energy of Ketu & the nature of country music/values.

Country music places a lot of value in authenticity, and being true to your roots/where you grew up hence why we don't tend to see a lot of country artists who didn't actually grow up in or at least spend time in regions associated with the country genre. Country music is also often very patriotic, & Ketu speaks of being in touch with your roots (especially Mula) & your ancestors (Magha).. oh and horses, lots of horses (Ashwini).

I just snoopy snooped and looked into some of major female names in country, and there was definitely a pattern that stood out. I'd doubt eeevery single artist who ventures to create country music will have Ketu influence (for example, another pattern I've definitely seen is Krittika, Rohini & Mrigasira influence AKA 'Garden of Eden' Nakshatras, which makes sense with country music's connection to nature, farming, agriculture, etc), but the prominence of Ketu is interesting. Usually Ketu or a Ketuvian Nakshatra on the Sun/Moon/Ascendant, or Ketu itself in a Ketu ruled Nakshatra (since artists tend to heavily pull from the energy of their Ketu).

I'm not really an avid country listener myself but I just thought I'd share the rabbit hole I went down lol, could be interesting to somebody.

*note that I am using Mid-Mula Galactic Center Ayanamsa, see my post on ayanamsa here ♡

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LeeAnn Rimes - Mula Moon & Magha Sun // Loretta Lynn - Ashwini Sun & Ketu in the 1st // Miranda Lambert - Magha Ascendant

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Dolly Parton - Magha Moon (& possibly asc) + Ketu in Mula // Taylor Swift - Mula Sun // Carrie Underwood - Ketu in Mula with Ashwini MC (I'll note that the MC is not traditionally used in Vedic, but I definitely see patterns showing its importance).

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Carly Pearce - Ashwini Sun & possibly Ashwini Moon (no birth time) // Lana Del Rey announced she will be putting out a country album and has been slowly incorporating country elements into her style lately (although it's not her typical genre) & she has Ketu conjunct Ascendant + Magha MC //

This transition to the country genre partially relates to Lana's friendship & involvement with country artist, Nikki Lane- we don't have her ascendant but I'd say it's very likely to be in a Ketuvian Nakshatra based on her appearance too- she looks a little like Eva Green to me (Magha Asc + Rahu), but that's just an idea for now

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Trisha Yearwood - Ketu in Mula // Faith Hill - Magha Venus + Jupiter & Ashwini Moon + Rahu // Shania Twain - Ketu in the 1st

I did check Beyonce's chart out of curiosity since she also recently put out a country album, but interestingly I can't seem to find any Ketu influence. I think that does make sense though if you consider that the album isn't necessarily a true blue country album, it stays true to Beyonce's image as more of a popstar/R&B sort of artist, but incorporates country elements. I think that was her intention too:

On March 19th, Beyoncé herself said in a detailed statement, “This ain't a Country album. This is a 'Beyoncé' album,” and said the album was an effort to, “bend and blend genres together.”

Again though, I'm certain that not every single country artist has Ketu influence anyway lol- in astrological observations like this we're just analysing and interpreting patterns and energy rather than dictating facts. I don't think there's a cosmic law that 'every country artist must have Ketu influence' but yes, there is a natural energetic pull & pattern at play.

Ketu also holds prominence among rock/heavier artists (see Alannah Myles; Mula Sun + Saturn & Joan Jett; Ketu in Ashwini) buut that's for another day lol. I think in general, Ketu influenced artists are going to be drawn to adding an element of 'grit' to their sound, whether that be pulling from a more country/blues esque root, or a rock/metal/punky one.

I hope this was interesting to someone, and I'd love to do more observational posts like this as the astrological patterns come to my attention ♡ 🩷

[xec]

I've been in shambles for months trying to figure out why I can't find my favorite chili garlic sauce anywhere (huy fong foods chili garlic sauce-- they also manufacture the iconic green-top sriracha "rooster" sauce) so I decided to do some research and I found a whole treasure trove of chili sauce lore.

huy fong is not currently manufacturing the garlic chili sauce because of a chili shortage. someone on reddit called their california headquarters and they just received a new supply of chili and are expecting restock the sauce at the end of october.

but why did the shortage happen? well, it turns out huy fong screwed over the chili farm (underwood ranches) they've been working with for almost 3 decades. they pressured the ranch into buying more land to produce more peppers, and agreed to pay an advance on the crops. they then proposed an extreme lowball offer which underwood declined because the production of the chili peppers alone cost more than what they offered. huy fong then refused to pre-pay for the crops and none were planted, which left underwood with bare farming land for the entire season and cost them $14.5 million.

huy fong then tried to pull out from their contract with underwood, but underwood sued and ended up winning damages. huy fong now sources its peppers from other farms in california, new mexico, and mexico, which have been suffering from drought, resulting in the pepper shortage. underwood ranches now produces their own sriracha sauce and the recipe for huy fong's chili garlic sauce can be found here so you never have to buy it again!

[ot7stan4life]

Renegade Runaway

Sua (Dreamcatcher) x Female Reader

(1 part - completed ✅)

Word Count: 3700

Summary: In one last effort to save humanity, you travel back in time on a mission to stop the woman they call the “Renegade Runaway” from committing a cold blooded murder that sets the world on a course for destruction. Yet, you could’ve never expected to find an angel in that devil’s dress.

Warnings: mentions of violence, abuse, death, and war, positive ending

A/N: gotta give the title its credit-

"All this man has done is lie and cheat and kill,” the harsh words left the woman's lips like venom, poisoning the man beneath her black boot with guilt. Raising her pistol, she positioned the barrel of the gun between his eyes.

Standing there over him, triumphant-looking with her pink hair flowing in the rough wind, she could have easily been mistaken for an angel cast down from the Heavens. Only the red satin dress and burning hatred in her eyes revealed the hidden evil beneath those imaginary wings and glowing halo.

That’s how I’d envisioned my final encounter with the one they called the 'Renegade Runaway' before the world changed forever. Except, that moment didn’t quite go the way I’d planned…

My eventual journey there was long and tedious, starting all the way back to the day I was born. The world was war-torn, the planet exhausted and dying. The human race was on the brink of extinction. One final hope remained in the potential of time travel, one that I quickly decided to dedicate my life to. Though the final mission to prevent the end of times promised nothing for certain—not even a return trip home—I volunteered to see it through without hesitation knowing that my future was not guaranteed had I conceded to the Earth's fate.

The task was simple enough: prevent one murder that had been committed over three-hundred years ago. After centuries of research, it had been determined that this very moment was the one that catalyzed the butterfly effect that would eventually lead to the end of times. Researchers hoped that changing the outcome could potentially prolong the survival of mankind. It was our only promising solution, so we had to try. And my one single chance to test that theory started the first day I met the Renegade.

—

Waking from a deep, dark slumber, I found myself laid out across the grainy desert ground, head resting against the roots of an old tree with a dusty brown cowboy hat placed over my face to shield my pale skin from the ruthless sun rays cast down from above. The dirt and sand crunched under my boots when I finally stood upright and the hot wind whipped through my mid-length hair. Though I had studied this very town in this exact time period, suddenly being stripped from my own time and placed here, I was rather disoriented.

I was always told it never quite felt real. At least not at first.

A nearby whinnying brought my attention to a horse that stood at the ready beside me, anchored to a tree by the lead attached to its harness. It was a beast of an animal, standing a few feet taller than me, showing off its muscular body while shifting its weight from leg to leg. Though I had never seen one in person, I knew them well. The creatures often came up in categories such as farming, transportation, and warfare in my research of the Wild West.

Gathering the lead in my hands, the animal hesitantly let me take my place on its back and followed my commands when I spurred it on towards civilization. It took a moment to get used to riding, but once I felt more comfortable, I coaxed it into a gallop. Dust kicked up with every thud of the horse's hooves, blowing across the never-ending desert floor that blurred with waves of heat in the distance, obscuring the horizon line. The air stung my eyes and tasted like salt, leaving my throat dry and body parched. Even in the short journey to the local square, beads of sweat had accumulated on my forehead from the harsh climate—one that closely resembled the state of the entire planet back in my time.

As I neared the town, square-shaped buildings made of wood faded by the sun eventually came into view, accompanied by the bustle of western folk crossing the empty stretch between shops ahead of me. Just like the history book said, everyone here had a role to play. It was a community that, in a lot of ways, relied upon the efforts of every single individual to thrive. New faces were unusual and those that were born here almost always stayed here. Maybe it wasn't everyone's idea of paradise, but it was the only thing they knew, so they couldn't possibly picture something greater. There was this sense of acceptance, or rather, resignation. Most people gave into it, but a select few stood in resistance. In particular, women who desired more than being at a man's side with no power their whole lives rejected the traditional ways of the Wild West.

I could feel that sense of indignation the moment I stepped foot here. There was a storm brewing in this small western town. A storm started by one they called the Renegade Runaway. One that would catalyze a ripple effect of pain and suffering throughout the coming centuries. But that's why I was here now: to change that seemingly predetermined fate.

Riding up to the local saloon, I got off my horse and tied its lead to a nearby fence.

"Sheriff." My greeting was aimed towards a pale woman with short black hair flowing from underneath her cowboy hat as I stepped onto the wooden porch in front of the local saloon. The sand left boot prints behind me like chalk coating the brown walkway.

The woman I acknowledged was standing just a few feet away, leaning against the front of the building, one leg propped up on the wall behind her as her dusty brown eyes gazed over the desert horizon like a hawk. She wore dark cowboy boots over tan pants held up by a belt with a badge on her left hip and a holster housing a white and golden revolver on her right.

At my greeting, she cast her gaze towards me and used her leather gloved hand to tip the edge of her hat down in recognition. "Howdy." Her lips turned up in a closed smile making her high cheek bones prominent.

I noticed the tight lines framing her smile and the way her cheeks almost indented because of how well defined her face was. There was no doubt in my mind that she was in good shape and, if I weren't here strictly for business, I might've inquired just where she got such perfect genes from or how exactly she managed to acquire her position—being a woman and all.

I was looking for someone specific and as much as I would've loved to ask—I glanced down at her badge—Sheriff Kim for help, this wasn't exactly a matter that I needed local law enforcement to be involved in. In fact, having the Sheriff on my tracks was the very last thing I needed.

So, I ventured inside the saloon without another word to the woman and walked straight to the bar. The one person I figured I could count on to find information in a small old western town was the one who got to hear all the latest news and gossip thanks to her occupation: the bartender.

"What can I getcha?" She said in a low, cool, calm tone when I took a seat on one of the stools. Her voice matched her appearance and—as I would soon find out—her personality. She had on an oversized white shirt with a denim vest and denim jeans. I couldn't see below her waist, but I assumed she was wearing cowboy boots since that's all anyone wore around here. Her long grey hair was twisted up into a single bun on the back of her head with the black ends that looked burnt from a fire sticking out the top and two small strands of her bangs free to hang on either side of her face. She looked intelligent and friendly, but not too friendly. Although, I got the feeling she was trustworthy just from the aura she gave off.

"Just pop, but make it look like a drink." I wasn't one to drink often, but certainly not while on a job.

She didn't hesitate with my request and started pouring it just out of sight of the other guests, making me wonder if many people asked the same.

Folks often did illegal business in saloons, so if you were caught here without a drink someone might assume the same of you. Proud cowboys didn't tend to take a liking to bandits or crooks and, I'd imagine, neither did the Sheriff.

That in mind, I grabbed the glass as soon as the bartender was finished pouring and took a sip before looking around the place discreetly.

It was just before sundown and the bar was starting to fill up with people coming in after finishing their shifts. The usual working men occupied the place, though there seemed a lack of prostitutes lurking for a typical western saloon. It appeared as though the women here held more positions of power than most other cities during this time period–no doubt due to the woman I came to find.

Though, I didn't spot anything that seemed helpful to my case, so I looked back to the thin woman behind the bar. She was already looking back at me, like she knew I wanted to ask her something. I'm sure she was used to strangers coming in here and questioning her, but somehow I got the sense that she didn't seem to mind it.

"You wouldn't happen to know of a gal named Bora, would you?" I asked after taking another sip, assuming these people knew the Renegade by her real name.

Still, I found it hard to gauge the bartender's reaction; she didn't seem to give away her emotions all that easily, an almost disinterested expression permanently etched across her face. Maybe that came with the job, or maybe that really was just a part of her personality. Nonetheless it didn't help me get a sense of who Bora was to these people—or at least to her.

"Bora?" She seemed to ponder, her hands momentarily stopping their job of cleaning a glass while her brain was at work. "I know several Bora's,” she concluded, continuing on with her task as if she had never stopped.

I found it odd that she didn't say more. It made me wonder if she didn't want me to know the answer or if she simply didn't care enough to tell me.

"The Bora I'm looking for is... shall we say... in some trouble,” I added, hoping she would catch on.

Much to my surprise, the bartender cracked a half smile and let out a small chuckle.

"Trouble, huh?" Her head raised and her eyes shifted to the far side of the room. "You must be looking for the Renegade."

I followed her gaze and spotted a woman with light pink hair sitting at a table in the far corner of the room. Looking at her now, I wondered how I missed her before. She seemed to take up the entire room and appear invisible all at the same time. Finally being in her presence was something else entirely; her aura was captivating with a hint of underlying mystery and danger.

Without saying anything further to the bartender, I stood up and began walking over to where the woman was, completely forgetting my drink on the bar top. I thought I heard an amused 'good luck' from the bartender, but I was already so preoccupied with this mysterious woman that I very well could have imagined it.

From what I knew about Bora, she was the definition of trouble. Mumblings of the townsfolk would tell me that she was an outlaw, a rebel, a deserter, 'a devil in an angel's dress.' I knew better than to fully believe such rumors. However, she was dangerous, and because of that, I knew I couldn't count on getting the answers I needed out of her the old-fashioned way. If I wanted anything from her, I'd have to play the game her way.

"You don't by chance happen to be the one they call the Renegade, do you Miss?" I offered gently, hoping I didn't appear to pose a threat. Any wrong decision and I could lose my one chance at salvation for good.

Although, she didn't spare me a glance, grunting out a cold response,

"What do you want?"

I allowed my eyes to take in her appearance, or at least what I could see of it with her back turned to me. I suppose I didn't expect the over-dramatic townsfolk's descriptions of her to be so literal, but, to my surprise, she was wearing a red satin dress. Similar to the Sheriff, she had a holster around her waist that held a silver and wooden pistol. The weapon was all too familiar to me and now I was sure I had the right woman.

"It's less about what I want and more about what you want,” I replied, trying a different approach.

She still didn't look at me, but she turned her head slightly, giving me a view of her side profile.

Maybe the only thing that shocked me more than her attire was her appearance. The single sharp feature on her face was her pointed nose. Other than that, her appearance looked rather soft. All the drawings I had seen of her painted her as a fierce woman with hard features and a striking gaze. Seeing her now, had I not witnessed the outcome of her future actions, I might've questioned how such a small, innocent looking woman was worthy of titles such as 'demon' or 'devil.'

"I don't want anything from you,” she said in a low tone. She didn't necessarily sound rude, but more like she was trying to intimidate me so that I would stop my ploy and leave her alone.

"I could offer some help,” I suggested, taking the seat across from her without permission. No one else in this old bar even dared look at the pink-haired girl, let alone sit near her. But she was no threat to me.

"I don't need your help,” she was quick to respond, still hardly paying me any mind as she took a sip of her whiskey. The honey colored alcohol resembled the thick rays of sunlight shining in through the titled slats in the wooden blinds. The dust made up of sand and smoke seemed to be permanently suspended in the air, making the rays look like bars of pure sunlight that you could just reach out and grab.

"Alright, then I can offer you information," I reworded, fully aware she was a woman who did her own dirty work but still valued any opportunity she could get to have the upper hand against her enemies.

There was a long pause and, after weighing my words, she finally took the chance to look me over.

She cocked an eyebrow, apparently unimpressed. "You aren't from around here, are you?" She told more than asked.

It was obvious she already knew the answer to her own question simply based on how I carried myself, but I had a feeling she was also implying that not many people around here tried to talk to her. They knew better than to bother her.

"You aren't either... or so I've heard," I tried to show her that I wasn't one to scare easily.

"Well then surely you've also heard that I work alone." She sat up straight and raised her glass to her lips before meeting my eyes.

The words almost felt rehearsed, like she had a method to keeping people out.

One side of her lips tilted upwards as she glanced over my features. "And not even a pretty face'll change that." She tilted her head back to take the final swig of whiskey, then slammed the glass down on the table before giving me a wink and getting up to walk out.

Only the image of her receding shadow was visible as she pushed through the saloon doors.

—

In the coming months, the renegade kept her word... for the most part. She was stubborn—which I had quickly gathered after my first encounter with her—and too independent for her own good. She wasn't necessarily reckless, but her solo endeavors often proved far too ambitious. Whether that be pursuing criminals or cowboys or men that just seemed to have too much money and power, she was constantly jumping into situations too dangerous for one woman to handle alone. That's where I came in. She didn't give trust away easily—claiming hers had to be earned—so I gained it by proving my loyalty to her, always coming to her aid when she found herself in trouble.

It took a while for me to get close to her and even longer to finally get her to open up to me. Once she believed my intentions were pure, she slowly unveiled the secrets of the mysterious 'Renegade Runaway,' allowing me to peel back the layers of her heart and eventually get a glimpse at what was inside. Unlike the fables, she was no devil or any other divine being for that matter. It became clear through her vengeful motives that she was purely and entirely human. She was hurting and broken from a painful past—one she would rather forget, yet the same one that drove her actions. In her lifetime she had witnessed the women she loved—friends, sisters, and even her own mother—get cheated, tortured, and murdered by all the powerful men surrounding them.

In her eyes, those that ruled the world were not worthy of it, because all they did was ruin it. She felt it was her duty to strip them of their privileges and bring them suffering as they had done to so many others. As noble an effort it seemed, history tells us that nothing good ever comes from vengeance. Still, she was blinded by the inescapable shadow of loss following her, clung to her figure as a constant reminder, a constant trigger that sent her over the edge.

That's why we found ourselves here now: Bora standing over a man she and I both knew all too well, pistol to his temple with memories of her mother's mangled body underneath his own boot playing on repeat in her mind while I helplessly watched a few steps away. The air grew cold and thick in the abandoned town square we now occupied as the very climax of my mission approached. This was the one murder I had trained my whole life to prevent.

"He doesn't deserve to live,” she seethed in anger. "He murdered my mother and countless other innocents." Her grip on the gun tightened with every word that left her mouth, turning her knuckles white.

"Perhaps you're right,” my voice cut through the brewing storm looming overhead, loud enough to not get lost in the violent gusts of air whipping around our bodies and through the gaps between the buildings surrounding us.

The townsfolk had all run for shelter, frightened either by the imminent threat of catastrophic weather or the violent coup that was now in progress, led by the renegade standing a few feet in front of me.

"But killing him will only make things worse in the long run." I took a tentative step forward, hoping the relationship we had formed over the past month—though still rather unsteady—would be enough to convince her to trust my words.

A flash of lightning struck the horizon, painting the gray sky blue before a boom of thunder punctuated its disappearance.

"How could you possibly know that?" she shouted, now growing impatient.

The wooden and silver weapon shook in her hands, her finger tempting the trigger. Even she didn't understand why she hadn't pulled it yet. It was her master plan, after all. Finally putting an end to all the suffering this man had caused to countless women and their families, including her own. It felt like her only purpose in life. Her destiny. Like it was already written in the stars. So why couldn't she go through with it? And why would she listen to me: a stranger she had met only a month ago? One that seemed to be from another world completely. The kind of person she never thought she'd find herself so attached to. Yet, there she was.

And though she couldn't possibly understand what I meant when I told her I've seen what comes of her actions, she somehow believes. When I said that this one decision will determine the fate of the world, she somehow knows. Because, deep down, she can feel that it has happened before. This exact moment had already played out in some distant reality. One that she had already experienced and would never experience all in the same life. One that always ended in disaster.

But, not this time.

This time, she looks deep into my eyes and finds a sort of empathy and honesty that she has never experienced before. In me, she finds someone who understands the pain and loss she has felt. Beyond that, she finds someone who manages to live with it. To forgive and move on. Someone who stopped trying to end violence with more violence. Someone who has found a better way.

Someone who cares for her.

And it shows her that her life doesn't need to be a constant cycle of death and revenge. That there is hope for a peaceful resolve. And maybe even room for love, not hatred.

The sky cries down in relief as Bora's gun falls with the raindrops, softening the hard dirt ground beneath our feet as they soak into the dying earth. Like the fresh water nourishing the desert floor, the renegade's decision to spare the man gives room for new life to grow and, one day, eventually, to flourish.

Now that a new string has been woven into the fabric of reality, the future is uncertain. This new life might seem daunting to most, but not me. All it promises are new possibilities for a world without hatred, without violence, and without suffering. A world where love and peace are not merely fantasies, but the promised reality.

And it all starts with me and her.

—

A/N: This is an older imagine that I’ve had written, but I hope to start writing new stuff again soon. Also, sorry for not replying to some of the requests/comments you’ve sent me in my inbox. I promise I see them and I will respond to them soon. I just didn’t want to say “I’m working on this” and then take way too long to actually write an update for you.

**This imagine was transferred over from my Wattpad acc OT5Stan4Life**

[revolver47]

is tgere any music that you like absolutely hate. like fucking despise it

yeah

as a southerner.... from the country..... i HATE some males country singers. once on the radio when i was with my cousin's stepdad we heard a country song that literally just said. " god is great beer is good " for like 90% of the song as the chorus. i don't like blake shelton. i HATE him. except ol' red it kinda goes hard.

otherwise... i can find something i like or even love in every genre. i could never hate an entire genre of music. everything can offer something to everyone.

but i don't hate ALL country like here's some i like..

[avidcowboyluvrr]

What artists Van Der Linde members would listen to in the modern times!!

Arthur: Luke Bryan or Marty Robbins

Man’s a country man at heart. Probably would blast these artists religiously in his pickup truck.

Abigail: Carrie underwood

She’d listen to her whilst working on the farm. If she and John got into an argument or were mad at each other she’s blast Carrie and tune him out.

Bill: Luke Bryan

He’s a fruitbowl plus he’d probably be a country bumpkin IRL.

Charles: Idk if see him as a lady gaga fan. That or whatever’s on the station

Dutch: Beethoven.

Man’s a sucker for classical music.

Hosea: Definitely Frank Sinatra.

If Bessie and him had their happy ending in modern times, they’d listen to Frank Sinatra whilst slow dancing.

Jack (kid version): probably the living tombstone or anything he hears his dad playing on the radio.

Javier: Anything with acoustic guitar in it, the Beatles or maybe Lesley Gore.

I know this man is a romantic at heart.

Josiah: Elvis or any oldie love songs.

This man defo loves to dance around to love songs on his record player.

John: Nickelback or the rolling stones.

This man’s either country rock or divorced dad rock.

Karen: Ayesha Erotica

This girl is a bad bitch at heart and probably listens to girlboss music.

Kieran: Weezer.

He’s awkward like that and probably listens to loser teenage boy music.

Lenny: Pearl Jam.

Idk i just see him as a pearl jam enthusiast.

Mary-Beth: Tv Girl, or Taylor Swift

She’s a trendy clean girl aesthetic.

Molly: The Cranberries or The Cardigans.

She listens to hopeless romantic love songs because she is one. (Me too tho)

Micah: Skillet or Papa Roach.

(Peter is an ayesha fan tho so secretly he’d also listen to her.)

Orville: Catholic music on the radio. Really shitty christian music..

Sadie: Halestorm.

She’s also a badass queen who listens to female rock music.

Sean: Irish Pub music or DropKick Murphys.

He’s an Irishman and avidly listens to music of his nationality.

Tilly: Chappel Roan.

I see her as a Chappel fan, idk why.

Uncle: Charlie-Daniels band.

[sim2goblin]

Ryall/Underwood

what better activity for a cold snowy day on the sheep farm

[asunsetgrace16]

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[𝟶𝟷] ___ 𝙱𝙰𝚂𝙸𝙲𝚂

Name(s): Jenna Amber Madden

Nickname(s): Jen, Jennie, Jens

Age: 19

Birthday: September 5, 2004

Birthplace: Rosetown, Saskatchewan

Allergies: rabbits, dust, and pollen

Conditions/Illnesses: none

Occupation: works at Sephora part-time, will be a Chemical engineer after university

Education: high school diploma, half-done her BSc of Physics

Current Residence: Saskatoon, Saskatchewan

Hobbies: sudoku puzzles, crosswords, playing guitar and piano,

Pets: Lily - German Shephard/Husky cross, several barn cats; Momo and Juice are the deck/house cats

Sports: volleyball in high school, plays in a rec league now, running

Ethnicity: German, Ukrainian, British

Nationality: Canadian

[𝟶𝟸]  ___  𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴

Height: 5'5

Eye Colour: Brown

Hair Colour: Dark Brown

Birthmarks: none

Scars: one on her ankle from when she broke it two years ago and had surgery to fix it

Tattoos: none

Style: country, jeans with cute sweaters, leggings with old Carhartt hoodies, oversized shirts from her brothers (and Fraser), both gold and silver jewelry

Piercings/Accessories: simple ear lobe piercings, one helix, always wears the ring her grandma gave her

[𝟶𝟹]  ___  𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚈

Introvert or Extrovert: both and it depends on where she is, how much sleep she got, and who she's around

Mood/Temper: she is intense and driven, always looking for a challenge. She loves her siblings (now that they are older), and will go to bat for any of them. She's also very stubborn.

Dreams/Goals: wants to travel, road trip across Canada, run in the Boston Marathon

Strengths: her work ethic, she's always prepared for anything

Weaknesses: she calls it being realistic, Andrew calls it pessimism

Quirks: usually leaves the house with her shoes untied, mixes up the different-coloured pen caps

Habits: stands and watches the horizon/clouds/weather like a middle-aged dad and/or every farmer ever

Fears: heights, balloons

[𝟶𝟺]  ___  𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴𝚂 & 𝙳𝙸𝚂𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴𝚂

Likes: being outside, frogs, sunsets, meals in the field, horseback riding, running

Dislikes: mosquitoes, ranch dressing, writing essays, early mornings

[𝟶𝟻] ___ 𝙰𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚃𝙸𝙲

[𝟶𝟼] ___ 𝙵𝚄𝙽 𝙵𝙰𝙲𝚃𝚂

[𝟶𝟽] ___ 𝙵𝙰𝚅𝙾𝚄𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙴𝚂

Food: chicken noodle soup

Music: country. classic rock

Songs: Blown Away by Carrie Underwood. Getting There by Terri Clark. Cornelia Street by Taylor Swift. Strong by One Direction.

Movies: The Other Woman. Ocean's 8. Talledaga Nights.

Shows: S.W.A.T. Manifest. Brooklyn 99.

Colour: purple

Place: Vancouver Island, BC

[𝟶𝟾] ___ 𝙵𝙰𝙼𝙸𝙻𝚈 & 𝚁𝙴𝙻𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙿𝚂

Family: Jenna is the middle child, a twin to John. She has two older brothers and two younger sisters

Mom: Anna Madden (nee Travis), b. december 18, 1968

Dad: Josh Madden, b. march 24, 1963

Sibling(s): Brothers - Liam, Andrew, and John, Sisters - Melissa and Charlotte

➪ Liam Madden: b. november 2, 2000. engaged to fiancee Cara. works in crop technology and will keep helping to farm.

➪ Andrew Madden: b. june 21, 2001. single. recently graduated from U of S with a degree in Agribusiness and will take over the main farm.

➪ John Madden: b. september 5, 2004. gay. dating boyfriend Luke. attending UBC and getting a degree in Mathematical Sciences.

➪ Melissa (Lis) Madden: b. june 18, 2006. bisexual. single. just graduated high school and is attending U of S to become a vet.

➪ Charlotte (Charlie) Madden: b. may 5, 2009. single. starting high school. an excellent hockey player who has been offered scholarships in the States.

Relationship Status: almost taken. Fraser Minten (october 2024)

Past Relationships: Jenna was in two relationships prior to getting with Fraser

➪ Luke: (July 2020 - June 2022) he was her high school relationship. they were together for two years before going their separate ways after graduating. it was a mutual decision as their life plans were taking them in different directions.

➪ Sam: (December 2022 - March 2023) he was a fun relationship. he was a known party boy and wasn't looking for serious which was good with Jenna. they had fun but ultimately decided they were better off as friends.

[beau-mchale]

Beau stood in the open field of Underwood farm, thunder rolling in the distance. The horses and cows rushed past him to crowd into the stables.

A surge of worry cut through his habitually fearless, nineteen-year-old heart while the air shifted around him. The wind picked up and tried to take his hat with it, forcing him to hold to it tightly.

“Beau!” Rupert Underwood opened the creaky back door of his farm house and called out to his field hand. The wind picked up, nearly knocking the older man over. Beau was ready to rush over and help but Rupert waved him off. “There’s a tornado coming! Just seen it on the news. Betsy and I are gonna head to the storm cellar but we can’t find our granddaughter. She was out with the cows earlier and we ain’t seen her since.”

Worry turned to terror as a sick feeling sank into Beau’s stomach. “I’ll find her!” He promised, yelling over the wind. “You two head underground and we’ll be there in a few minutes.”

Rupert looked concerned but nodded, knowing there was nothing else he or Betsy could do in their frail states. Beau knew exactly where Peach was. Turning the opposite direction of the house, he took off running through the wind swept grass while holding his hat to his head.

✩  ✩  ✩  ✩  ✩  ✩  ✩  ✩

Beau weaved through the peach trees until he finally saw the dilapidated building he’d been looking for. The old farmhouse - the one the Underwood’s had lost years ago in a fire - sat at the edge of the property. For whatever reason, this was Rosie’s chosen area to roam. Rosie, a white and black highland calf, was Peach’s favorite. She’d never leave her behind. 

“Peach!” Beau called out, rain now accompanying the wind and thunder. He raced around the heavy, wet grass until he heard the soft pleading of Peach.

“Rosie, please! We have to go!”

“Peach!” Beau screamed even louder now as he found the small girl tugging on Rosie, begging her to get back to the house. 

Peach turned and her face read a strange mixture of relief and fear. “What are you doing here?” She demanded, “You need to get to the storm shelter!”

“I could say the same to you!” Beau replied as he hurried towards them, giving Rosie a smack on her behind to get her moving. The cow mewled in protest but began trotting slowly - way too slowly.

“Fuck.” Beau muttered to himself as the air shifted yet again. The sky looked green, and felt eerily still, despite the roaring they could hear in the distance. The tornado had touched down and was not far from them. 

Beau looked at the burnt remains of the old farm house and knew it would offer them no protection. “Come on,” He urged, pulling Rosie along as Peach followed close behind. He searched the edges of the home until he found what he was looking for - the old storm cellar with crumbling wooden doors on top. Without a second thought, he kicked through the rotted entrance and coughed at the cloud of dust that followed.

“Come on! Get in.” Beau commanded, helping Peach and Rosie step down the concrete steps. He followed behind and closed the doors just as the rain and wind picked up again. 

“Beau.” Peach’s voice shook as she held onto Rosie, “I’m sorry. I just… I couldn’t leave her!”

“I know.” He replied quietly, trying not to think of what could have happened if he didn’t find them. Peach couldn’t leave Rosie for the same reason Beau couldn’t leave Peach.

Beau secured the doors before heading down to where Rosie had laid on the cement ground. “Lay with Rosie.” He said, watching as Peach curled into the cow’s fur. She let out a little cry for reasons no one needed to voice. Worry for her grandparents, fear for the storm, and the “what if” Beau was still avoiding. They were lucky he came when he did.

Laying his solid body over both of them, Beau covered Peach protectively as the storm raged above them. It lasted only a minute but felt like a lifetime. They heard the old farmhouse’s bones behind torn apart as the wind easily took the charred wood with it. 

Finally, once the wind and rain had settled, Beau sat up off Peach and helped her to her feet. They needed to get back to the Underwoods to make sure they were okay.

“Beau?” Peach said quietly as they stood in the dark cellar, her hand still in his. “I love you, you know?” 

Beau realized then he’d do anything for this girl. This cow loving, freckled, sweet girl who somehow loved him too. He’d die for her. “I love you too, Peach.”

[raspberrysmoon]

who wants to take on the alphabet dating writing challenge with me. i am genuinely considering this rn help me

some of these suck shit ('x rated'? 'underwood farm'? 'quarter games'? 'foot locker'? HOOKAH BAR????) but some are great

[90s-music-tourney]

Here are the polls as well

Beautiful by Christina Aguilera - Bootylicious by Destiny's Child

Sugar we're goin down by Fallout Boy - Welcome to the Black Parade by My Chemical Romance

Low by Flo Rida - Love Story by Taylor Swift

Get the Party Started by P!nk - I gotta Feeling by Black Eyed Peas

Chewing Gum by Annie - I write sins not tragedies by Panic! At the Disco

Do you realize by The Flaming Lips - Take Me Out by Franz Ferdinand

I'm Yours by Jason Mraz - Sexyback by Justin Timberlake

TiK ToK by Ke$ha - It's my life by Bon Jovi

A Thousand Miles by Vanessa Carlton - Misery Business by Paramore

She Hates Me by Puddle Of Mudd - Single Ladies (Put a Ring On It) by Beyonce

Butterfly by Crazy Town - All my Life by Foo Fighters

The Dog Days are Over by Florence + the Machine - Hollaback Girl by Gwen Stefani

Lollipop by Mika - Seven Nation Army by White Stripes

Harder Better Faster Stronger by Daft Punk - Gives you Hell by All American Rejects

Milkshake by Kelis - My Hips Don't Lie by Shakira

Sk8ter Boi by Avril Lavigne - Bring Me to Life by Evanescence

This Love by Maroon 5 - Stan by Eminem

Fireflies by Owl City - Fuck the pain away by Peaches

1985 by Bowling for Soup - Float On by Modest Mouse

Pokerface by Lady Gaga - 4 minutes by Madonna and Justin Timberlake

Fallin by Alicia Keys - Beautiful Girls by Sean Kingston

It's gonna be Me By Nsync - Umbrella by Rihanna

Drop it like it's Hot by Snoop Dogg - Dilemma by Nelly and Kelly Rowland

Paper Planes by M.I.A. - Rehab by Amy Winehouse

In da Club by 50 Cent - Work It by Missy Elliott

Numb by Linkin Park - Before he cheats by Carrie Underwood

Survivor By Destiny's Child - Since U Been Gone by Kelly Clarkson

Chop Suey By System of a Down - Hot N Cold by Katy Perry

Crazy by Gnarls Barkley - Sandstorm by Darude

White Flag by Dido - Short Skirt/Long Jacket by CAKE

Feel Good Inc by the Gorillaz - Toxic by Britney Spears

Caramelldansen by Caramell - Hurt by Johnny Cash

Californication by the Red Hot Chili Peppers - Everytime we touch by Cascada

Watcha Say by Jason Derulo - Hey There Delilah by Plain White Tees

Party in the USA by Miley Cyrus - Smooth Criminal by alien Ant Farm

I believe in a thing called love by the darkness - All the Small Things By Blink 182

Photograph by Nickelback - Hash Pipe by Weezer

The Middle by Jimmy Eat World - Stacy's Mom by Fountains for Wayne

All for you by Janet Jackson - I'm a Believer by Smash Mouth

Yeah! by Usher - Beautiful Day by U2

Drops of Jupiter (Tell Me) by Train - Unwritten by Natasha Bedingfield

Unwell by MatchBox Twenty - Bad day by Daniel Powter

American Idiot by Green Day - Teenage Dirtbag by Wheatus

Brave as a noun by AJJ - The Past Is a Grotesque Animal by Of Montreal

Somebody Told Me by the Killers - Crazy in Love by Beyonce and Jay Z

99 Problems by Jay-Z - How to Save a Life by The Fray

Can't get you out of my head by Kylie Monogue - Kryptonite by 3 Doors Down

Hey Ya by Outkast - Vida La Vida by Coldplay

[iwasbored777]

so ur trolls posts got me to watch trolls world tour again. i remembered liking it but i couldnt remember why, but now i know for sure

I FCUKING LOVE TROLLS WORLD TOUR!!!!!!!!!!!!

ALL THE INCREDIBLE WRITERS WERE SECRETLY ON TROLLS 2 !!!!!!’n

I CANT TBINK OF A SINGLE FLAW IN TROLLS WOULD TOUR!!!!!!!

i was NOT expecting a brilliantly written masterpiece about colonialism, but thats what i got, and its going in the greatest of all time hall of fame in my brain forever.

im not gonna sit here and regale you on the message of the movie. they only said fax, no printer, and its an important message to send kids. alot of the messages kids get about races and borders is “we are all the same 😚” but they came in with the “we are NOT the same and that is both good and bad, both exciting and dangerous so you need to be aware of dangerous ideas of “harmony”” and thats so real. kids need to understand differences are OK.

i love how they backed off the “chosen one” vibe poppy had in the first movie and talked about her flaws as a leader. while her stubborness was a good thing in the first movie to contrast branches pessimistic nature, it wouldnt have worked here, and i can see a cheap writer (like m*chael w*ldron) either insisting she gets away with her selfishness and carrying on with the happy ending anyway, or pretending that wasnt a character trait at all (because w*ldron doesnt watch the first movie and writes a sequel anyway)

my favorite scene is the bubble scene and the woods right after they leave funk where branch confronts poppy. do i even need to tell you why?

i just want to mention it because im pretty sure branch sings a cover of “girl crush” by little big town, which is a country band, and branch said he likes country music earlier and that slays. but when poppy comes in, what they sing is definitley not girl crush, and i cant tell if its giving “trolls can mix music” or im completley wrong and its a different song alltogether. but i cant tell if that song is homophobic or is super gay, so if im wrong thats prob for the best.

the only flaw i can think of is the country music, as a midwestern i can confidently say that was an affront to real blue grass country music. i guess born to die “works” but it didnt represent country as well as the other genres did. theres alot of controversy in the country music fandom with alot of singers who sound exactly the same and produced like its a factory line. but even if people still think miranda lambert and carrie underwood arent true country singers, their songs wouldve worked better than born to die. also the country trolls shouldve been on a self sufficient farm instead of the wild west. that wild western jazzy piano and country music isnt the same.

the only bad part about the movie is that it ended and barb ATE. SHE LEFT NO CRUMBS WITH THAT INTRO. send ask.

Lol I love your review. I love Trolls World Tour a lot too and all their other movies. Great stuff.

And yeah I love Poppy and how she can accomplish A LOT but she doesn't make it on her own, she needs character development and help from others just like everyone else. Characters are surprisingly realistic.

Barb really was goat, the best antagonist in the franchise. I love parallels between her and Poppy, how both had different intentions (Poppy wanted to help and Barb wanted to conquer) but Poppy's method was also wrong and both Poppy and Barb and everyone had to make compromises for all tribes to live in harmony because no one has to change their lifestyle for that to happen, all they have to do is accept that they're different and that's perfect. Just be yourself and let others be themselves.

That song in the end (Just Sing) slaps hard (and so does Can't Stop The Feeling btw).

P.S. Tiny Diamond fucking slays 🔥🔥🔥

[crownrots]

S (bc ur a bad oc momther)

the apple truly does not fall far, it seems 😔✌️

sharra borell — from house borell for the conquering tl. mostly just there so i can get some background for other ocs but she’s the eventual wife of daegon targaryen (another oc) and mother to maesys (another oc who is the start of the currentl steelwater line for the hotd tl)

sandra underwood — another tcsmg baddie! she’s an up and coming children’s writer from florida who was traveling across country with her best friend to see and editor when they take a wrong turn in texas and fall into a lil trap laid by johnny and his brothers (leslie and very reluctant, kerry). she ends up finding herself trapped in the mill and had to put her trust i. kerry who helps her escape and the two end up having the slow burn of the century as they both escape to her grandparents strawberry farm

savannah alpert — RIP QUEEN! she’s haunting kyle’s narrative. she’s her older sister, the mother of adorn and girlfriend (lbr WIFE) to cj and everything they do now reflects her in some way, shape or form, she was the best of them and truly the heart and soul of their formed family until back in the QZ.

slater — i literally forgot his LEGAL name was kit, oops 🥴 he’s a tcsmg / dbd oc! in his tcsmg verse he’s a troubled teen (as i’m killed his dad in self defense when he was like fourteen, but dude had it coming!) and was sent to live with his aunt in VA. he ends up being kinda ostracized and always getting into trouble, but, he meets alondra and the two immediately fall into a friendship that quickly develops into something else (nicholas sparks wishes he was us). unfortunately, the two are forced apart when they’re 18 and he ends up in prison she goes across the US. they’re reunited by happenstance when they pick him up hitchhiking (he’s just gotten out of prison) years later and it’s subsequently the night before they find themselves in the hands of the family.

in his dbd verse, his backstory is much different; he grew up with a dad in and out of his life and mother who didn’t gave the emotional capabilities to care for a kid. he eventually got himself straight for a time but after his mom passed he went off the deep end and the entity ended up taking him when he walked into the woods intending to end his own life. in this verse he forms a friendship and eventual relationship with @auricfog ‘s, jen doe.

sosie sanchez — another tcm (2000s edition) oc! her sister went missing (literally another victim of the crazies) some years before she was born and she’s had to deal with being the redo kid most of her life. her father is pretty absent and restrictive while her mother is overbearing and … not really capable of seeing her anyone else except a replacement for her dead sibling. when she’s 17 she ends up running away from home with a biker gang to like … stick it to het parents and it’s all fun and games until it isn’t anymore. she ends up having a fling with an acquaintance she knew from home who was in the group , deacon crawford, and he eventually convinced her to leave the lifestyle behind. she went back home, utterly defeated and what feels like years later is reunited with duke (not on the best of terms) and gets stuck trying to survive a night of terror.