#herdsheep

[hivebite-blog]

@herdsheep

          ‘ You’re tracking mud onto the carpet. ’

[mzone]

(in crown's world) 🙌!!!

meet the family ( accepting )

At some point she’s to think ah feck it. I’ve made a mistake. When I’s on the path to entering the big cold world I took a wrong turn off the cosmic highway and wound up a naked baby popping out tween the legs of Una McKeown. Then they slapped her cross the back like she’s been reliably informed all babies’re slapped but wasn’t it a bit indignant a thing for someone just after arriving from heaven? Where all babies start?The state of you. All red and slimy as roadkill. Eugh, hopefully all angels aren’t ooey gooey if you get close enough. Not that Jewel can remember her own birth, but she was let in the room when Crown was born and figured it can’t have been that different. Same cosmic toll road. Same pair of legs. Pop. Wah. Heaven.

Jewel pillows on her big blue hair when Una isn’t looking cause she’ll get bedeviled for putting her head on the dining table we EAT on, and looks at Crown. She’s so lovely. Where did that golden blonde come from? She was born with a head of hair like wisps of sunlight… and birth mess. She might’ve fell into Una from the wrong part of heaven too.It’d be lucky were they both be test runs in babymaking. Two of them against the apex kid, what a laugh. Jewel holds out for a third bairn. What’d Una and Sean even call it? Really This Time McKeown. We’ve Done It McKeown. Finally McKeown. What’s bigger than a jewel then better than a crown? God McKeown. RATS OUUU -

[hivemnd-blog]

@herdsheep

          ‘ Why so many? ’  It looks so distasteful about the presence of sheep, even in the countryside.  ‘ Surely one is enough for eating, for such a tiny thing. ’

[excommune-a]

                pluto always seems to be somewhere cold that makes marcus feel warm. they’re not always easy to find but once you do they’re easy to spot, and marcus isn’t afraid of getting mud on his boots or under his nails to catch up with them. he’ll kiss their cheek three times when he does, just as soon as he makes it across the pool of october slush. ‘ you just hold on for one second. ’ // @herdsheep​ (sc)

[thrownsoula]

|| @herdsheep | tlk starters.

     “And everybody’s... okay with this??”

[spyied-blog]

@herdsheep !!

she lands with buckled knees and collapses onto her heavy shoulder. the valley is yellow and green and hyacinth purple –– and it’s silent but for the wind that whistles through it. the wet dew. the breeze rustling the back of her hair. exhausted, she closes her eyes, and wakes up waterlogged like she has dragged herself out of the sea. it takes a second when she roles over onto her back –– nose and forehead smudged with mud –– to realise the weight obstructing her is the parachute and not the sea trapped under her coat, under her jumper. rain bounces out of the wet hollow of her eye. she squints and unclips the parachute, escapes it, and drags herself up by the indifferent grass until she can sit and watch the grazing sheep.

[mediaeyed-blog]

@herdsheep

    she looks at them with narrowed eyes: “are you the real santa?”

[sinningarchive]

@herdsheep.

‘ why sheep? ‘ 

don’t worry that they’re in a tree with no warning. it’s fine.