#winchester farming

[tia-amorosa]

Mini gardens for everyone🌸🌻🌼

I've been playing with @phoebejaysims 's Allotment Mod for a few days now and it's really nice. Three gardens have been created for the residents of Winchester Farming so far and you can tell who likes it more and who doesn't, LOL.

A few days ago, one of them was just standing around in his garden without moving. Completely rigid. I had to reset him... But otherwise everything's going well...

And Juli also wants a little piece for herself. She's still thinking about what she wants to plant there. ... And I also thought @desiree-uk 's idea with the carpet from the ITF pack was quite nice. I didn't dare to use this script transmo-thing at first, but it was really easy-peasy 🙂and with the right pattern and colors it's almost unrecognizable^^

have a nice day/evening everyone💗

[strawlessandbraless]

I need another ‘you’re not crazy’, maybe that would fix me

[wigglebox]

Destiel Pride - Day 9; Creature of habit

[shinelikethunder]

*holds Dean Winchester up by the scruff of the neck* listen, it's not that i think bottoming would fix him--his problems and disorders are way too far gone for that--but i do think that getting artfully maneuvered into trying it by the only other human on earth with a hope of understanding all his goddamn hangups, only to discover that he's been a winner of the "body wired to experience earth-shattering prostate orgasms" lottery this entire time, all while Sam oh-so-solemnly insists it doesn't have to Mean Anything about anyone's masculinity, lots of guys etc etc etc, and manages to radiate only moderate levels of smugness about the whole incident--

well, i simply think that even if that wouldn't fix him, it would either give him a vigorous shake and a ready-made excuse ("fuck it, why look a gift pleasure button in, uh, whatever orifice it came with?") to let a whole bunch of shit go, or it would drive him into even more insane depths of overcompensation. and either way, the Study That Man Like A Bug girlies get to feast.

[heartmeadows]

[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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[chocolatecakecas]

anyway destiel farm endgame. they fix up a small old farm and they have chickens, and a cow, of course horses and ducks and bunnies. and they grow like tomatoes, and zucchini to sell at their farmers market stand

[plant-sim]

Winchester Farming Community

[lunavos]

Just watched 6x18 Frontierland and. Was horseback riding included in the John Winchester Training Regiment™ or is Sam just able to naturally ride a horse. One of the many college courses he took at Stanford.

[bloodfreakcastiel]

dean and cas deserved to live somewhere comfortable and quiet where they can hear the birds in the morning and look at the stars at night

[novvaable]

this world is just so beautiful <3

[tia-amorosa]

Winchester Farming Gameplay...lalala

Just a few pictures of my current gameplay... (Tomorrow I might do another episode from Lucky Palms)...

These are Juli and Roland. They live in a house with two other teenagers, Juli's younger brother and an adult carer. Juli and Roland are best friends.

But as it happens sometimes, there is often more than just friendship...

To spend time together, they often retreat to Juli's small garden. Here they are (almost) undisturbed... shy but still loving glances are exchanged, conversations about school and the upcoming school dance...

And also conversations about their own feelings towards the other, which have been hidden somewhere for a long time. And after everything had been said, they dared to say a little more, without words...

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That's it... Since I know that not all of my texts are read anyway, I don't think I need to write much here. ...so what the heck.😋😶

[ankhmutes]

4077 musings

I wonder about the reactions of the 4077’s family members watching the interview episodes. Would they be excited to see their family on tv? Proud? Scared? It would be great to see the other side of this for each member of the 4077. I just can see Daniel Pierce smirking once he sees BJ on screen or Father Mulcahy, Margaret, etc—

“so that’s who so and so is, now everything makes sense”

“what, that’s Hawkeye? I figured it would be someone more… cool?”

“that guy replaced me?! No!”

“Frank, that’s Major Houlihan?! You have a lot of explaining to do…”

“I figured John wouldn’t be that skinny, but we have to send him more food, he keeps giving all of his money to the orphans.”

“I’ll have to send Sherman more of my jam, some of his fellas are just too thin. And he’ll need more aspirin, those boys keep giving him headaches.”

and I’ll spare the winchesters, I can’t find their voices well, but I’m sure they’ll have a very interesting commentary…

I just might write this but hey hit me up if you wanna help or whatever I adore cheerleaders.

[wigglebox]

Summer sunsets 🌅

[spn-rewatch-ventzone]

It’s so fun to be a late 2000s Disney kid because right now Olive from Ant Farm is trying to kill Dean with threats about hell

[heartmeadows]

End of autumn