#Cowshed

[henk-heijmans]

Farmer's family enjoy their meal in the cowshed, Kampen, Netherlands, 1954 - by Henk Jonker (1912 - 2002), Dutch

[meisterdrucke]

The Family Cow - Calf's Head by William Merritt Chase (1896, oil on canvas)

[markus-h]

about 50m/164,04ft of todays walk

[little-rosie-bot]

dearest rosie,

i haven't seen a horse in a while. could you please describe what they look like?

best wishes,

nonny

beloved nonnie,

My horse is always open to Visitors ^^! He is very short without her Mohawk :( Also black and white and ginger boygirl pony. hope that helps!

bestest wishes,

rosie

[trinethramnews]

CM Revanth : గోశాలల అభివృద్ధిపై సీఎం రేవంత్ రెడ్డి సమీక్ష

[rightnewshindi]

गौशाला में लेटने से कैंसर और गाय पर हाथ फेरने से ठीक होता है बीपी; संजय सिंह गंगवार

गौशाला में लेटने से कैंसर और गाय पर हाथ फेरने से ठीक होता है बीपी; संजय सिंह गंगवार #Cancer #Cowshed #Cures #Yogi #UPNews

Uttar Pradesh News: पीलीभीत पहुंचे योगी सरकार में गन्ना राज्यमंत्री संजय सिंह गंगवार ने अजीबोगरीब दावा पेश किया। राज्यमंत्री ने कहा, गाय के ऊपर हाथ फेरने से बीपी और हार्ड जैसी बीमारियों को नियंत्रित होती है। उन्होंने दावा ��िया कि, गौशाला की सफाई करके वहां लेटने से कैंसर के मरीज ठीक हो सकते हैं। इसका वैज्ञानिक आधार भी है। यह टेस्टेड है। राज्यमंत्री के इस बयान का एक वीडियो भी सोशल मीडिया पर वायरल…

[dunsterhouseblogs]

Take a tour of Siobhán's Terminator Log Cabin, affectionately known as the 'Cow Shed'. She uses it as a study space to work in peace and quiet.

[themagicalconchshell]

This is my idea of a very nice evening

[rpfisfine]

I HATE MY DUNBFUCK FUCKING GRANDFATHER he talks to my grandmother as if she’s not a person with a soul and mind and interesting and funny things to say but just a machine made to cook him food and wash his clothes he constantly talks to both me and her as if we’re stupid and dismisses every single thing we say as just some meaningless pointless incorrect comment he interrupts everyone when they speak and raises his voice so often today my grandma offhandedly mentioned that she needs to buy him some solid-colored xxl shirts without any logos or signs so when i visited my mom & dad in the afternoon we bought (stole) some just for him as a thoughtful gift and we also bought (stole) some food for me to eat at their house and literally as soon as we arrived he got mad that 1. i arrived way later than I had said i would bc I wanted to spend some time with my mom who is now normal & doesn’t drink anymore 2. we bought (stole) (couldn’t tell him) the shirts even though we barely have any money to buy things for ourselves (we steal almost everything for ourselves) (couldn’t tell him) and 3. my mom sent me vegetables and fruit bc he interpreted as a grievous insult against himself and as a message that they’re clearly not giving me enough to eat (they’re not) and that im obviously not satisfied with the food they’re giving me (im not) (couldn’t tell him) im literally on the verge of buying a gun and shooting him in his own home im SO FUCKING MAD why can’t you just say thank you when someone presents you with a gift and leave it at that you stupid old mean loser bastard

[dragonskxn]

General ideas for what Annalise's farm/barn looks like!

[qtubbo]

Tubbo school stories always sound so unbelievable but he has genuiely kept up the same stories for the past 3 years so if he’s lying he deserves it at this point

[megayogiposts]

Uttar Pradesh Grievance: Stray Animal Mismanagement

Grievance Status for registration number : GOVUP/E/2025/0063703 Grievance Concerns To Name Of Complainant Yogi M. P. Singh Date of Receipt 11/06/2025 Received By Ministry/Department Uttar Pradesh Grievance Description The applicant is not satisfied with the redress of the following grievance because incredible report has been submitted by the executive officer municipality Mirzapur…

[thoughtsfromthecowshed]

Get to work with Cream today. Honestly it’s so weird shes really warmed up to me. Hopefully the rest of the week makes up for the truely terrible weekend

[aamaadmipatrika]

देश की पहली आधुनिक और आत्म-निर्भर गौ-शाला ग्वालियर में

भोपाल। देश की पहली आधुनिक और आत्म-निर्भर गौ-शाला ग्वालियर में बनकर शुभारंभ के लिए तैयार है। इस गौ-शाला में इंडियन ऑयल कार्पोरेशन के सहयोग से 2 हेक्टेयर क्षेत्र में बायो सी.एन.जी. प्लांट स्थापित हो गया है। इस प्लांट के संचालन के लिए 100 टन गोबर का उपयोग कर प्रतिदिन 3 टन तक सीएनजी और सर्वोत्तम गुणवत्ता का जैविक खाद 20 टन मिलेगा। इंडियन ऑयल कॉर्पोरेशन प्लांट के संचालन एवं संधारण में भी सहयोग…

[syoddeye]

on my knees begging for more werewolf soap

i have ideas, but they're more omegaverse-y than werewolf-y. but there is this one thought.

imagine johnny taking a page from price's book and choosing patience. deciding to not jump you where you stand and fuck you on the kitchen floor.

he switches gears. lays on the charm. he apologizes for barging in. it's hard, y'know, denying instinct. you of all people know how that is, right?

and it takes everything in him to hold a conversation. especially when your eyes keep dropping to his bare chest.

naturally, he asks how you're adjusting to your new life. tells you he's sympathetic. knows how hard it can be on your own. but when you tell him what you do every month, his demeanor shifts. brows pulling together, eyes darkening with disbelief. genuinely offended.

"you what?"

he can't believe it. can't believe you're spending good money, running up your card, on a storage unit across the city. that you lock yourself inside, slap on a muzzle, and chain yourself to the damn walls every full moon. denying yourself like that. ignoring the natural pull to hunt. heartbreaking, really.

"that's no way tae live."

his disapproval stings. he's the only other wolf you know.

then he extends an invitation. "come hunting with me."

that’s how you end up in the countryside, crammed into what's barely more than a glorified cowshed. some outbuilding on a relative's land. it smells like him—earth and sweat. reeks. it makes you second guess why you're really here, but he's a gentleman. makes you take the futon pushed into the corner, while he stretches out on a sleeping bag by the door.

but with only one night until the full moon, your mood shifts like the wind. restless. pacing like a caged animal, prone to snap. you think you'd sink your teeth into him if he tried anything untoward.

but he doesn't. he just smiles.

smiles when you tear into the raw meat he's packed for the trip. sits across the small table, watching with an almost dreamy look, his eyes practically sparkling when you lick your fingers. tells you that if you like that, you'll love sinking your teeth into the throat of a stag.

it should be humiliating. would be, if that part of you wasn't being smothered by the wolf tearing to the surface. your good senses held underwater to drown.

he's so kind. so understanding. so…patient. it's odd.

the next day, as the hour creeps closer to moonrise, that patience starts to feel like something else. something sharper. your control is splintering. like cracks forming along thin ice in spring, ready to shatter and burst. the wolf claws at your ribs. she's hungry. angry. you swear you feel your ears pinning forward, body coiling, alert.

you're jumpy around johnny all day, something primal thrumming beneath your skin. a whisper in the back of your mind: don’t turn your back on him.

by the time the evening chill sweeps through the hills, you're barely holding on. twitchy. usually, by now, you'd be drooling into a muzzle, yanking at the cuffs secured around your ankles. too far gone to even think about the combination lock keeping the keys out of reach.

after a final meal, something to take the edge off, johnny pushes back from the table and then through the door. cool as anything, he strips right there in the grass. sheds his clothes in a heap.

for all that staring, it's like you're seeing him for the first time. certainly the whole of him.

he beckons, voice rougher now. thicker. "c'mon, then. let me see her."

you’re shivering when you follow his lead. any embarrassment or shyness you might've felt—being bare beside a man, beside johnny, for the first time—just isn't there. it doesn't register. this feels natural. the most natural thing in the world, even as the wind bites at your skin.

and when you finally shift—it's brutal. visceral. a tearing and twisting that leaves you breathless, bones grinding and reshaping, muscle stretching taut. it always leaves you vulnerable for those first few moments. heart hammering. senses on overdrive as the world explodes in vivid color and scent.

so when you feel a warm breath on the scruff of your neck, feel it trail down your knobby spine to where your new tail twitches, you go still. the shiver that wracks through you clarifies what your wolf was trying to warn you about all day.

only one of you wants to hunt the wildlife.

[merletka]

Collaborated with amazing writer @alexcors and illustrated her fanfic about Damian Wayne. You can read it bellow! 💚

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– Concussion, multiple beatings, fracture of the collarbone, two ribs and the radius of the right arm, with multiple fragments. Do you have anything to say to that, Robin?

– This dealer raised his hand himself, covering his worthless face. What?

– You beat the suspect to a pulp! Batman barked at his son. – No patrols until Cantelli is transferred from the intensive care unit to the general ward.

– But…

– That's all.

Damian clenched his teeth, but at the last moment decided not to fight with his father over a small dealer. Cantelli wasn't worth it. And therefore, having drowned himself, the boy just fell asleep.

***

The morning began with the usual five o'clock wake-up, a workout with pruning the squalid park art that Damian disapproved of in his garden. And he was already tired of explaining to Pennyworth that the enemy could be hiding behind large figures! Then a walk with Titus on a leash, Alfred the cat on his shoulder (because the mustachioed one did not want to wake up in any way) and a red-haired squeaking lump in his hands.

The kitten was dragged by a Red Hood a couple of days ago, startling Damian at first by pronouncing his full name without hesitation (few people in the family could pronounce Hafid ibn Ksufash Dami al Ghul even from the third time), and then by an attack of compassion for the animal. However, the boy quickly recovered from the shock, named the red kitten Roy Harper and now did not miss the opportunity to tease brother with the phrase "You gave me your accomplice, Todd."

By eight in the morning, Damian had time to check on the bat cow, comb Goliath, lose the nimble red Harper and find him sleeping peacefully in the cowshed. In general, Batman's heir successfully redid all his affairs, even phoned each Teen Titan individually and gave valuable instructions. On little things like different time zones, young Wayne habitually waved his hand, and everyone also grabbed a moral slap on the back of the head for trying to be indignant:

– Do it, Beast!

– Buzz me here again, Bug!

– The aliens were not given a word.

– Witch!

Damian belatedly realized that arguing with Raven was not worth it, because the importance of portals to any part of the world is difficult to overestimate. Fortunately, he knew about the weakness of every member of his team, and in Raven's case, it was sweets. Especially his sweets, with honey and spicy notes, which the girl fell in love with from the first bite. He will have to share again… She's definitely a witch!

At nine o'clock sharp, Pennyworth served breakfast, with tea in fine china, brown sugar, a slice of lemon and... an envelope?

- You have received an invitation, Master Damian.

- It's not interesting, - the boy muttered, finished with the meal and dryly told him not to disturb him. He was going to decide the fate of the world here, and they came with some kind of invitations!

However, the plan to destroy all (crossed out) almost all people did not come to mind, but the world itself lay perfectly on paper with watercolor paints, fortunately the view from the window was conducive to this. Up to a certain point.

– Todd!

- Hello to you too, Gremlin, - the Red Hood replied, climbing into his brother's bedroom through the window, while unsuccessfully clinging to the tulle with the toe of his boot.

- Pennyworth will bury you for this.

– Yes, yes, and will plant roses from above. Not that I mind much, but that's not the point right now. Get ready to go out.

Damian took a deep breath and unleashed his entire supply of Arabic obscenities on his brother, knowing full well that Jason would understand him. Unfortunately, the pressure of the negativity did not take him back out the window, he had to take up a katana.

– Put the skewer down, shorty, the meat has just been sent to marinate.

– Will you leave on your own or will you be thrown out in parts?!

– Shut up and listen to me, - Todd barked, casually showing off his pistols with the safety off. – In short, Alfie organizes a family get-together, with meat and without a fight. Dad promised to be, I'll bring a replacement, the Gotham crime storm in a thong will come running himself. You got the simplest thing – to lift your little ass off the chair and walk to the place. You can take the menagerie with you.

- I'm not going to any gatherings with my father," Damian muttered, but he put away his saber. – So you can get out and report your failed mission. I'm not leaving my room today, basically!

- No questions,– Jason agreed surprisingly easily. - But if you walk out the door, you're going to hang out with everyone, okay?

– Tt.

–That's settled,– Jason grinned, ducked out the window and disappeared.

Damian managed to exhale with relief, when suddenly something buzzing flew over the windowsill. Titus reacted first, barking loudly at the wasp's nest rolling on the floor!

- You're dead, Todd! - Damian yelled, unceremoniously grabbing the cat and rushing out the door with him and the dog.

***

- No corpses,– Grayson repeated calmly but firmly (for the fifth time!).

- I'll beat him up so that no Lazarus Pit will help, - the boy grumbled into the phone, the call to which stopped him from righteous revenge.

– Alfred said it clearly, without a fight. Let's get together with the whole family, have a nice time, have a delicious meal.

– Tt.

– We have chosen a picturesque place by the lake, you will like it.

–Okay, - the Batman heir finally gave up. – But only because painting was part of my plans today.

– It's wonderful, – judging by the sound, Dick broke into his trademark smile. – You will draw a beautiful landscape.

– I'll paint it! Artists paint with paints, you idiot.

– And I love you, little brother.

– Tt.

Author: @alexcors