#kates fc shitposts

That winter found Henry in a cast, maneuvering about the farmhouse over rickety crutches and barking orders at the Seeds, who had made the mistake of offering their assistance to him in his time of need. They’d thought helping him with housework would be an easy way to endear themselves to him.

They’d been sorely mistaken.

“Cedar goes with the kindling pile, not the rest of the wood!” Henry snapped, glaring down at the offending bundle in Jacob’s arms.

“What’s the fuckin’ difference?” Jacob growled back.

“The fuckin’ difference is I’m not wasting good kindling by using only it in the fire. Put that shit in the right place before I beat your ass with it.”

henry bishop + the seed’s notes. 

She comes back from serving overseas shaken up and spends days with Henry in the barn, bottlefeeding kittens and nursing them back to health, taking the dogs with her on her morning jogs until she eventually gets Henry to join as well

Bishop farm’s a safe space. Always has been. And if grace has a rough day, Henry knows he can find her up in the loft with Sadie curled up next too her, listening to the old stereo and flipping through his comics

In the summer they lay out in the field together and watch the stars. In the winter they go ski doin at night and look at all the Christmas lights.