#HORSE GIRL BARN RANT

[ai-megurine]

HOTD S2 episode 2 "Rhaenyra the Cruel" reaction

• This OST! Djamin Rawadi is a god

• Can we appreciate Aegon's friends? Staying with him despite the state of madness he's in and closing the door to make sure he has some privacy

• oh so that shot of Aemond was him realising that he was the target!!!!

• I'm sorry I'm not that sympathetic to Alicent's tears? I just wish we could see more of Helaena grieving. I love the dress though

• ALICENT B&C IS NOT ABOUT YOU

• Otto shut up.

• Get Tom an Emmy, an Oscar and every single award in the world. His "what?" of disbelief to Otto stuck with me, dunno why

• In love with Larys' entrance. No one notices him until he speaks, he's in the background. Perfectly suits him

• "Bitch Queen of bastards" lmfao

• Love that the Council is shutting up and just letting Aegon rant. They're all scared of him in a way

• Who knew I'd ever be happy to see Larys?

• "I'll kill him myself" feed him to Sunfyre pls. Or Shrykos

• Aegon losing it every time Otto speaks is such a mood

• Jasper Wylde has a lign! Who knew.

• "We know our enemy!" with the little hand thingy was funny, I'm sorry

• Tyland!!

• "you're already seen as weak" oh fuck you Otto

• Why would anyone think that Rhaenys committing mass murder means Rhaenyra should be Queen???

• Aegon "my little son's body" broke me.

• Alicent calling Aegon "my darling" was sweeter than I thought.

• oh so Helaena can be a spectacle but not you??

• HELAENA MY LOVE

• LET ME HUG YOU

• DAEMON WHEN I CATCH YOU

• BALERION HIMSELF COULDN'T PROTECT YOU

• Oh my lord she's holding Jaehaerys' clothes 😭😭😭

• She's grief personified I can't breathe

• Phia is an angel

• THE TEAR ON HER CHEEK

• AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH the "I don't want them closer I don't know them" breaks me. She's my angel, I will fight the world for you

• ALICENT WHO CARES YOU'RE BANGING COLE. IT HASN'T BEEN 24 HOURS SINCE JAEHAERYS DIED

• "This is for my boy" AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.

• The toy horse 😭😭😭😭

• The music is so good

• (when did they have the time to make all the uniforms and banners??? Sewing ladies have been doing overtime)

• Blood IMMEDIATELY giving up all the information was low-key funny but it really showcases who he is. A big bully who uses his strength to hurt people weaker than hip (women and children) but the second he's caught? He folds like a coward.

• Lmfao Larys' face. Even he was like "damn dude I didn't even start"

• Who the fuck is the herald? I thought Otto would be the one doing this

• OH MY GOD THEY SEWED THE HEAD BACK?????

• ANGEL, BABY, I LOVE YOU

• DAEMON I WILL KILL YOU MYSELF

• The little circlet on his bead 😭😭😭😭

• why barn owls on the shroud? I mean it's Helaena and she's flawless so I like it anyway

• So the death of Jaehaerys has FINALLY been acknowledged as kinslaying as well

• Blood's face when he understands that Aegon is coming and that it's going to be painful

• Noooooo, I wanted more pain for Blood

• Oh no my girl being so overwhelmed. She's in pain 😭😭😭

• Oh Rhaenyra's reaction to B&C

• I mean why wouldn't they accuse you? Like? Bestie? Who would it profit to kill Aegon's heir?

• Is Daemon actually smirking???? This man istg

• Rhaenys immediately knew, this woman is too good for these people

• Rhaenyra's realisation

• "Killing it"??? IT???? WOMAN.

• DON'T YOU FUCKING LAUGH. If you felt any ounce of remorse, you would be screaming in rage about it

• "you have wounded me" BESTIE A CHILD DIED WE DON'T CARE ABOUT YOUR STANDING

• JFC the way she reacted when he broke that glass!!! She's obviously scared, it's definitely not the first time.

• Emma the actor that you are. Rhaenyra looks ready to rip Daemon's head with her bare teeth (which she should do, it would be iconic)

• You are a monster dude

• Oooh that silence

• "because of your virtue" hshshsjsj

• Bestie Viserys named Rhaenyra heir out of grief and guilt

• "You're pathetic" is so iconic, love it

• Baela exists! That coat is atrocious though

• So no risking Jace but Baela is fair game huh? Bitch (and I don't even like Baela). Good scene though

• Behold, Daemon runs away from his family

• HELAENA STILL DOESN'T HAVE A GUARD???? WHAT???? AEGON HAS TWO HE COULD SPARE ONE

• Oh god her and Aegon. Grieving, broken, but unable to connect. I feel like she wanted to reach out in the stairs, but he runs away because he's on the verge of breaking down and be can't have that in public.

• The nodding???

• NOOO THE BED

• I mean, I know it's better but

• Oh god the mattress covered in blood

• The juxtaposition with Rhaenyra being with her son is heartbreaking. The way she realises that this is what Helaena lost, that Jaehaerys was that age

• ALICENT STOP THINKING ABOUT YOU BANGING COLE NO ONE CARES

• Also Cole should be guarding Helaena and Jaehaera

• The religious trauma of consensual sex

• I wished the Alicole storyline would take less screen though, I mean good for them but that mess of a relationship shouldn't overshadow Helaegon's doomism and greek tragedy right now

• Cole needs to stop beefing with the rest of the world, Arryk isn't responsible for it

• Love Arryk for calling out Cole

• LMFAO THE OTHER KINGSUARDS NOPPING OUT. Valid ngl

• YOU'RE MAD SER. Love him

• Cole's hypocrisy is a delight. He's a terrible person, but he's so interesting

• Why don't they use poison though

• Laenor being mentioned? Neat. Him teaching the boys about fishing and Sea Shanty is pretty fun

• Damn that scene is actually good!! A shame I couldn't care less about Baela and Rhaena

• Oh so that's the famous brothel scene?

• Aemond's mummy issues on fill display 🙏🏻

• I love the relationship between him and the madame ngl. Like I know he pays her for it but her gentleness with him seems to be at least partially genuine. Her facial expression when he doesn't look at her are pretty telling

• Hugh Hammer the return! Fuck if I care but hey, I'm not against them developing the Dragonseeds. I wish Nettles was around too. I guess Hugh will join TB after his family's death? Or he'll be a spy for TG? Dunno

• So we know Baela ends up with Alyn, and he looks so much bigger and older than her 😭 Like it makes sense but DAMN

• I genuinely cannot begin to care about Corlys to save my life

• WAIT RHAENYRA DIDN'T KNOW WHO MYSARIA WAS???? THIS IS SO FUCKING FUNNY

• Mysaria being a good character wasn't on my bingo card but I don't dislike it

• Seasmoke following Addam around like a lost puppy is so funny to me. Also his sounds are so cute. I guess Laenor died off screen?

• The focus on the smallfolk is great. It reminds me of Varys' quote about the smallfolk always being the one to suffers.

• Cheese didn't suffer enough and I wish that dog a very nice "find a better owner"

• "Oh, I had them hanged" is so fucking funny.

• Otto is right, though. Like, this was a terrible idea.

• Ooooh mentioning Jaehaerys was a dumb move. You should Aegon isn't going to be rational about it

• Aegon, you can show strength by, you know, USING YOUR DRAGON. Honestly a public execution of Blood would have been better

• Otto's "wtf" face is so funny. I love him. Tom and Rhys are carrying this entire episode. Phia too, but she's less present

• Otto, do you REALLY think Aegon gives a single fuck about Viserys???

• Otto being fired for upteenth time is so funny. This man files for unemployment every three weeks

• Otto's last act of defiance was great

• Yeah, Mysaria isn't exiting the show

• Oh, that's how she'll stay

• Elinda Massey exists!

• I'm glad they didn't make Rhaenyra fight Arryk like some believed. It makes much more sense for her to be genuinely scared for her life. Like, Arryk is a grown ass man in armour and literally one of the best knights of his time

• They deserved better

• Otto unknowingly dissing his daughter's bf right in front of her was peak irony.

• "Petty revenge"? A FOUR YEAR OLD CHILD WAS DECAPITATED

• FUCK YOU ALICENT. Your son isn't "valuable", he's YOUR SON

• DAERON MENTION!!!!!!!! VICTORY!!!!!!!!

• The generational trauma of zero communication 🙏🏻

• Aegon sobbing and breaking down

• Nooooooooooo

• My love

• Let me hug you

• He's so beautiful

• A fallen angel

• CRISTON LEGIT SITTING ON HER BED WAS SO FUNNY LIKE WHAT

• HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN WAITING

• ALSO WHO IS GUARDING HELAENA

Conclusion :

Tom is a god, Phia is an angel, I will start a cult for Ramin Djawadi. The acting in general was top notch, but Tom and Phia have ascended to god-like.

Helaegon's doomism and Greek tragedy will be my death, I love them your honour.

The focus on the smallfolk was very good, and I hope they do it for both sides.

[itsbansheebitch]

Horse Rant

ok listen horses are fucking insane theyre smart, like dog smart, but they are so soft and lovely yes this is my horse girl moment fight me. HOWEVER they are also MENACES. My aunt's friend was putting away a horse in a barn and when she turned to close the barn door the horse ran up to her and BIT her BACK. Have you ever SEEN horse teeth??? Theyre MASSIVE!!!! And the horse BIT HER omg i cant. Horses just decide to bite every once in a while and it is TERRIFYING how much damage they can do like wtf wtf wtf wtf???? Horses can tell if youre sure of yourself and riding a horse actually helped with my anxiety a few years ago since i was nervous but you cant let the horse know that so you have to both ACT and LOOK not anxious because the horse can literally tell by the tone of you voice, posture, etc, etc, if you dont know what youre doing and will TAKE OVER for you and will REFUSE to listen to your commands. It's like some wild fake it till you make it shit like wtf wtf wtf??? Anyway horses are great and scary and theyre like extreme weather theyre so pretty but if you dont respect them youll get your ass handed to you thank you for coming to my TED talk

[celeluwhenfics]

Since we’re talking horse girl histories and you’ve already let slip the FASCINATING detail that you were once a horse-mounted sheep herder, would you also like to share more about your time as a horse girl? Inquiring minds would love to know whatever you feel like putting out there! ♥️

This is a long overdue reply! Thanks for the ask, and for your patience... Here we go, story time! Be ready for a long rant and too many horse pictures.

Basically, from age 8, I've been that girl completely obsessed with horses. After consistently nagging my parents, I got to get weekly riding lessons and sometimes a summer camp week. (Lucky kid, I know!)

One of my first lessons, wasn't this boy GORGEOUS?! His name was Monty. Not from Monty Python, but from Monty Roberts.

I got to the point where I could volunteer at the stable without being too much of a nuisance, and I participated in two very small jumping competitions. However at age 12 or 13 I decided to stop, being busy with a ridiculously demanding school. This is also when I started being much more serious about piano. (Which is another story entirely!)

Capturing the essence of being an 11yo horse girl in the year 2000. The tshirt says "Harry Pony"

Fast forward to when I was 22, I somehow got a little money of my own, and for some reason, my very first thought was, HORSES. So I got back into it, fell a couple times pretty hard, and became just as obsessed as I had ever been, if not more.

In parallel to doing my MA, I mucked for lessons, assisted a friend trainer, read lots, had a half-pension for a couple months, and sometimes assisted in "babysitting" entire barns for a couple days when the owners were on holiday. I did some jumping, but I was most interested in dressage. I never got to a super good level as a rider, but I really got a good variety of experiences.

I adored this guy I had in half-pension in 2013... He sent me flying through that fence a couple times, but he was the best. Sapporo ❤️

Then I was incredibly lucky that my MA advisor was a horse girl too, and she invited the whole class to retreat seminars on a farm which had about 80 Icelandic horses. My heart exploded for these little guys. I would visit that place (aka paradise) as often as I could. This blessed farm and the lovely family that owns it is the inspiration for the Aldburg paradise in which the pHORSEuasion flashbacks will happen...

I learned Icelandic, and I organized that the summer after I finished my MA (like literally 48 hours after defending), I flew to Iceland to soak in its unique horse culture.

First, I volunteered at the annual horse competition, Landsmót Hestamanna, and saw some of the THE most impressively gorgeous horses the country had to offer, in a surreal scenery, and under a sun that Would. Not. Set.

Then I went on a 1-month intensive language course in Reykjavík, slept little, did too much grammar, broke up with an annoying boyfriend, and tried speaking with locals. But after that the real thing started.

I moved to a sheep breeding farm in the North East (aka edge of the world, super isolated, big nearby metropolis is a 300 people village), that had been looking for an au-pair to help with farm work, guesthouse work, babysitting, and horse riding. I stayed there for only two months, but oh boyy. I don't even know where to start with sharing this experience.

But it will be for another post!

Btw my DMs are always open if anyone has horsey questions or would like some horsetopic-specific beta-ing when writing about Rohan, if you need help with some research of if you want to make sure that a riding scene is realistic! I'm not a horse professional but as you can guess I've been through some stuff... 😅

[ariestrxsh]

hey im sorry but im ab to rant sm but i genuinely need advice. okay so basically, i’ve been talking to this younger guy since like late September/early october. we hit it off right away and we begin “talking” pretty early. we even said i love you. at classes, i always saw him around school and i know he saw me too but we never said anything. we would always text each other every night and every morning and tell each other how much we missed each other. i then sat with him at lunch and he was super shy and told me that later on when we facetimed. also, he has this gbsf that i asked him ab (bc he always hugs her right in front of me and doesnt hug me) and he told me that they’ve known each other since they were younger and that she has a bf. he told me it was nothing to worry about. after that, we started idk acting like a couple (really only on text bc hes super fucking shy.) so i asked him, “hey what are we?” and he said that we were talking but that he couldnt date bc his mom didnt want to date anyone bc of a girl he recently dated and how much she broke up when they broke up. before he told me that, she walked up to us at lunch and was talking to him but i didnt really think much of it. BUT. one day i was sitting at lunch with my friend and i saw him and his ex sitting and talking about something and i was a bit yk weirded out so i kept watching them. then, they got up and hugged PASSIONATELY. i then started crying and texted him later asking him wtf was that, he was just saying that she wanted a hug a couple weeks before that and that they were friends and that it’s completely normal to hug friends. i told him that i never hugged any of my guy friends ESPECIALLY if they’re my ex. like wtf??? anyways, we moved on from that, and hes been flirting with me and saying he misses me ever since then. we sat at lunch together last friday and he was again “shy” so we didnt talk much. yesterday, i was at my barn and we were texting again and i was saying how cute my horse was and he was like “so are you❤️” im lowkey abt to post screenshots bc im getting a bit lazy. today, i saw him at school and we talked a bit but at the parking lot, he again hugged his gbsf super tight you would think they were dating and i was RIGHT next to him and he didnt say anything. so, after work i texted him this.

and then i told my friends everything and they’re saying to completely ghost him and block him but idk. what should i do? ik im not on anon bc i wouldnt be able to add screenshots.

I think you should just tell him exactly how you feel. I know it's easy to use, "you did this," and "you are this," but when you use, "I feel like (insert feeling here) when you do (insert their action here)," people are less inclined to get defensive. If you want a relationship and he doesn't, the two of you may be incompatible. If you find it uncomfortable that he's talking to his ex or that he has a girl best friend, and he thinks it's perfectly normal, the two of you may be incompatible. Just ask him what he wants and where he's willing to budge for you if you do want to be with him. Idk if that makes sense. 💖 I hope this helps.

[nukenai]

I’d wanted to do costume stuff with Rogue today and potentially get photos. but at like 10am the barn owner’s son posted “oh surprise we’re having the barn pressure washed and painted today so basically nobody can go near the barn or access it at all” and i just.

I am actively seeking out other boarding opportunities again now bc I am just so sick of the absolute lack of management of this facility. The owner is so hard to get ahold of, is always fucking off to florida for days on end with no notice to the boarders because we’re all assumed to just be telling each other about it (nobody tells me anything), and the barn manager is an unhinged maniac who treats her animals like shit and is never not badmouthing the boarders, workers, and literally everyone else on earth who isn’t her (because she, of course, is perfect). She’s one of those “yeah I gotta bad attitude, not my problem! you all gotta DEAL with it!” types of Awful People.

And it’s like I’ve put up with it for what, 4 years at this point? It’s a miracle I haven’t fought anybody bc I just keep my head down, pay my board, and don’t start shit. But whenever I stand up for myself I get attitude for it. I asked for months to get a fucking shelter for my horses and the solution was “we put a shelter in a different paddock and will move them to that paddock”. I hate it.

Not to mention I befriended one of the workers who boarded her horse there. But then moved him. She quit this past Wednesday because it was like pulling teeth for her to ACTUALLY GET PAID FOR HER WORK? And the owner would constantly nickel and dime her and be like “it’s costing me too much to pay you”. MAYBE STOP BUYING PREGNANT HORSES THEN, IDIOT, or letting your stupid fucking daughter-in-law “run” the farm, while having ~7 board-free horses that are taking up stalls in your barn!

The owner’s biggest problem is that she is extremely conflict adverse and has never been able to actually put her foot down about anything. This leads to her being disorganized. The fences (where there are actual wood fences and not just electric wire) are falling apart 24/7 but hey, better get the barn pressure washed instead(?????).

Luckily. My connection with my former worker friend is helping out. Because she knows tons of people who board their horses in places that may not publicly advertise that they have boarding all the time (I understand why places wouldn’t do that). My biggest problem is I want my girls outside. Rain HATES the stall and they do not need to be in and out constantly. They like living outside. But so many places out here are Equestrian Facilities(tm) that are full of rich people and they charge $800 a month for board and they’re like “The stalls have pillows in it and your horse gets a private violin player”. Bitch, they’re animals. Fucking farm animals. Can you just give me a fenced pasture to put them in and feed them twice a day for me? Literally all I want. Most places don’t even have pasture board AVAILABLE and just. WHY!! why. Stupid. stupid.

But hey. wish me luck finding a new place. There’s only so much bad management and bullshit I can put up with for years on end.

[howllscastle]

seeing wayv ride horses almost makes me miss when I used to ride

[classic80sand90smovieloves2]

Meeting and Courting Westley

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

- Shortly before her sixteenth birthday, Buttercup realized that it had now been more than a month since any girl in the village had spoken to her- any girl apart from you. 

- You were raised on the land opposite of hers; opposite of hers from the back, and she’d taken to riding her horse all the way across her families farm and into yours until she’d managed to close the distance between the two of you: stopping by for minutes at a time to hours on end depending on her mood. 

- She’d done so nearly every day since the two of you were ten and for that very reason, the two of you had grown to be very close; though friendship with Buttercup was always a tad unconventional. 

- For the most part, your conversations revolved around her tomboyish interests and her rants about the farm boy: a young man who you’d only ever caught glimpses of on just a few occasions; given her tendency to visit you instead of the other way around. On those few occasions, he’d only ever appeared to you as a gangly young man; though he definitely wouldn’t stay that way for very long. 

- Your opinion of him changed the day he came to fetch Buttercup from your yard after her father had sent for her. He’d rode up to your families property line on the back of a lean stallion and looked like something out of a dream: all chiseled features, golden hair, gentle voice, and all. 

- Buttercup seemed completely unphased by his presence; if not a bit annoyed, yet you were absolutely awestruck; rendered almost completely mute as you stumbled through a goodbye. 

- That marked the start of your mission to make him yours....

- Having been Buttercups friend for so long, you knew almost everything there was to know about the young man, but you also knew how to steer a conversation towards what you didn’t know already. You also knew when Buttercup would be off riding Horse on her own, when she’d take especially long to get home, and where Westley would be in those moments: and that was what you used to your advantage. 

- On the first day of your new plan, you’d peered out the window to be sure that Buttercup was gone before making your way across the field between your homes and attempting to look as though you were lost. Soon enough, Westley crossed your path and informed you that your friend was gone, politely allowing you to keep him company while you “waited for her” to return; per your request.

- In that time, you persevered and made conversation, swallowing your nerves and trying your best to seem like a normal girl who was just being friendly. He humored you, answering your questions and listening to you talk and before long, you felt much more familiar with him than you ever had before. 

- Buttercup returned home just then and you made up an excuse as to why you’d chosen to visit her that day, following behind the blonde as she went about her business with her head held high. Westley gave you a quiet goodbye and you glanced back a few times to meet his gaze, locking eyes while you walked further and further away; a small smile dancing on your lips. 

- This became routine for you: visiting Buttercups home just to spend time with the farm boy. You’d made up some lie about taking walks once your friend grew suspicious of you and that seemed to placate her interest for a while; though she’d occasionally question your choice to be with the boy instead of in her home or anywhere else on her property. 

- During that time, you and Westley grew closer and closer, your fondness becoming more and more evident until the two of you just couldn’t take it any more.

- He kissed you for the first time in the barn of Buttercups farm after a long and heartfelt confession: and just like that, your heart would never belong to anyone else....

- Although, for a while, your relationship would remain a secret: knowing that many people in your lives would not approve and fearing what would happen, should they learn the truth. Buttercup only found out because you’d gotten lost in each others eyes and couldn’t hear her approach, leading to her walking in on the two of you sharing a kiss in the seclusion of the stables. 

- You’d worriedly ran after her as she quickly made her escape and apologized profusely, trying to explain yourself before she calmed you down and assured you that she wouldn’t tell a soul; a small smile finding it’s way onto her lips as she began to tease you for your choice of man. 

- But it’s true love, after all: even she knows that you don’t find that everyday....

- While the two of you definitely do engage in pda, it honestly isn’t even necessary. Every fiber of your being oozes with adoration and the love you have for one another: so much so that even when you aren’t entangled in each others arms, everyone around you can still tell that the two of you are together. You’re the couple that everyone envies and that young children aspire to be like in the future. 

- Handholding: whether it’s holding both of them together while standing in front of one another or one at a time while he’s trying to lead you someplace. 

- Warm and close embraces. He’s never far from your side and his arms are never off of you for very long; not when he can help it at least. 

- Kisses pressed all over each others faces in rapid succession until one of you has gotten enough of your overwhelming love for the other person out of your system enough to function again. 

- Passionate and pure kisses. 

- It isn't often that he doesn’t call you by a pet name: whether that be my darling, dearest, my love, angel, my beloved, etc. They always give you the highest praise and are sweet enough to make you want to brush your teeth. 

- The two of you cuddle with your head on his chest and his arms cradled around you; especially if you’re on the road and in a less than desirable bed. 

- His love language is pretty obviously acts of service. He hasn't a penny to give but he’s got a body that works like a well oiled machine and the might of Zeus himself.

- You can always count on him even when it seems inconceivable that he would be able to help. 

- The two of you eventually move into a house together and you both do everything in your power to make it a home; even when you have practically nothing. He probably builds the thing from scratch and you decorate it to the best of your ability before the two of you stand with your arms wrapped around each other, admiring your handiwork. 

- Going about your days side by side. If he’s working in the barn, you’ll work in the barn as well. If you’re cooking in the kitchen, he’ll come in and help you chop things. The two of you get things done in half the time and spend the rest of your day relaxing with one another. Plus, you can spend your time giggling with one another instead of doing your chores in tired silence. 

- You rarely spend very long away from each other unless there’s a very good reason as to why. He never gets tired of spending time with you, no matter how long you’ve been together; and especially because a large part of your relationship will be spent trying to stay together amidst dozens of chores and public scrutiny. 

- All the girls in town are jealous of you. How could they not be when he looks like an angel and worships the ground you walk on?

- He’d probably like having you read to him while he does his daily tasks. Any time you’d pause, he’d look over at you and subsequently prove that he was paying close attention; which means a lot since you were probably sharing one of your favorite books. 

- Every time you get to just sit back and look at him, you can’t help but feel grateful; and usually wind up telling him such. He can’t help but smile whenever you go about praising him and saying how lucky you are to have such an amazing love like him. 

- Constant compliments. If you think you feel lucky, you don’t even want to know how much he adores you. You’ll constantly catch him gazing at you and calling you beautiful. 

- Poetry-like statements that are pulled right from a Shakespearean play. “I love the way you speak my name.” “Then I shall say it every day for the rest of eternity.” Shut Up you lovesick losers. 

- And then in the next breath, he’ll be teasing you and making you roll your eyes and scoff. 

“So I suppose you really like me, huh?” 

“It’s quite cold. Why don’t you walk closer to me so I can warm you up?”

- He likes listening to your stories and always has the right/polite thing to say in response to everything. 

- Speaking of stories: he’s got about half a dozen that he can tell you; though he’ll recount them rather modestly as if they're nothing to write home about. 

- He indulges you wherever he can: like if you want to learn how to swordfight. He doesn't care for what's girlish and what's not; not as much as he probably should at least, and he’d like it if you knew how to protect yourself; even though he’s sworn to always be there to save you. 

- Horseback riding. 

- He tends to try and insist that he can’t accept gifts from you but you never let him get away with it: you always just say that he’s already paid you back or that he can do so in the future with x, y, and z. Once he knows he won’t change your mind, he’ll shower you in kisses and earnest thank you’s until you almost wish that you hadn’t given him anything at all. 

- He makes you gifts out of different things like leather and flowers. He knows how to make one hell of a flower crown; just you wait and see. 

- He saves up money for a special gift whenever there’s an important occasion coming up. He probably buys you a ring that doubles as an engagement ring for the future and delivers it to you in the middle of the night; knocking on your window and whispering hurriedly so that your parents don’t wake up. 

- Your parents probably only approve of him after they meet him; especially if you're a bit above him in status. They’ll be like: “he hasn’t a penny to his name!” and then he’ll walk up and they’ll be like “oh, but the roll of quarters he carries in his britches, my god!”. You have their blessing purely because they know their grandchildren will be beautiful. 

- Sneaking out at night to meet him. He stands at the bottom of your window and waits to catch you, crashing his lips to yours the instant you’re in his arms. 

- Bridal carrying. If you think he cant pick you up, you're delusional; or I guess just the size of Fezzik. 

- Spending the night together in the barn, laying on mounds of hay and wrapped up in each others arms. You’ll also sneak away to that secluded place whenever you have any free time to spare. 

- He wakes up at the crack of dawn and the two of you watch the sunrise together. 

- Picnics. Even when you don’t have any food, the two of you will just lay next to each other in the field and gaze up at the sky. 

- Brushing the hair from his eyes and him doing the same to you. 

- He’s not exactly the perfect gentleman but he’s still well mannered and kind. You always feel as though he cares for you even when he seems nonchalant at the whole situation. 

- Being friends with Fezzik, Inigo, Miracle Max and Valerie. You’ll receive quite a few visits from them every now and again. 

- Buttercup lowkey ships you and will constantly turn the blind eye or outright lie to help the two of you out. If anyone asks, she didn’t see you, or will oftentimes tell them to look on the opposite side of the farm from where she knows the two of you are. 

- Lots of adventures; whether you mean to get into them or not....

 - Patching him up and cleaning dirt from his face whenever he’s done with his battles and chores. It’s the least you can do; even if it means tarnishing a perfectly good skirt. 

- Teasing but reassuring comments. He might be a bit snarky or joking, but his making you laugh also makes you calm and his seemingly earnest trust in what he’s saying makes you believe him too. 

- Him always looking on the bright side of things; even if it occasionally makes you want to strangle him. 

- He thinks that your love is more powerful than anything else in the world and for that very reason, it isn’t often that he gets jealous over you: though he does occasionally feel betrayed if he thinks you’ve gone back on your promise to him/haven't remained true. 

- He’s always going to be there to save you; he’s your everyday knight in shining armor. If you didn’t love him, you’d call him a stalker, what with the amount of times he’s come to your aid.

- Him just picking you up and calmly moving you out of the way of danger. He’s a big multitasker and is always looking out for you; oftentimes in a way that makes it seem impressively easy for him. He’s the best person to have around if you’re a particularly clumsy person; since he’s seemingly got a sixth sense that keeps him on his toes. 

- You hardly ever fight, and even when you do, he can never stay mad at you for very long. He’ll bicker with you a little before the two of you just let it go or quickly resolve things and then you both apologize regardless of who was actually in the wrong. 

- He says I love you fairly often but he also tends to say things that you know mean “I love you”: like “as you wish”. 

- His dream is to journey to America and make a life for you there: giving you everything the two of you could ever hope for because he thinks you deserve the world and then some. 

[tommyspeakycap]

Uncle Charlie and the Shelby sis?

omg i love this idea !!!!

I actually think that little Shelby would be quite close to Charlie so here’s a sweet blurb! (set in 1920 - so moving towards end of season 1. i also made up charlie’s war history as we don’t know much about it)

“Fucking, shitty, stupid bastard-”

“Oi!”

When you hear the sound of the voice cutting in likely to chastise you for your use of explicit choice language while you were practically beating the shit of the hay you were shovelling for the horses, you turn around to face him. He see’s that you look rather flustered, face a bit red as you blow a sigh past your lips and shove your hair back out of your face. “Sorry, uncle Charlie.”

“Mhm,” he nods his head, “And what’ve your brothers done this time eh?” You sigh again with some sort of disgruntled huff afterwards to display your clear irritation with the behaviour of who Charlie assumed would most likely be Tommy, Arthur at a push but very unlikely to be John. John annoyed you a lot, he knew, but never tended to make you genuinely angry. At least, never angry enough to switch off the sunshine and rainbows girl who sang and hummed while shovelling hay and horse shit.

“Tommy’s being a fucking idiot. Again.” You bite harshly.

“Oi!”

“Sorry, Charlie.”

He shakes his head at you with the very slightest of smiles. “And how’s that? What’s he done?” Your uncle grabs the spair shovel from where it was leaning against the barn door so as to join you in your cleaning of the stables. Charlie can sense the anger that had built in you from Tommy’s seemingly incessant enforcement of all sorts of new and more restrictive rules for the members of the family - especially you and slightly Ada - since he had started to try expand the business into the race tracks. He doubts this time will be any different from the last three times you’ve complained about him in the last week.

“Finn’s 11 and he gets to go with them to the races sometimes, but i’m nearly 17 and i can’t even step out the house without an escort when the boys aren’t in Small Heath. It’s so unfair!” You rant almost desperately. The frustration is clearly heard in your words, and Charlie was no fool to picking up on your feelings by the way you spoke and acted. Charlie very, very much understands your brothers desires to keep you safe; you’re his favourite if he’s totally honest. So he’s incredibly protective himself, he felt quite a sense of fatherly responsibility for you.

Charlie had gone to fight in France for around a year and a half. That definitely did a number on him, but he was transferred home after being shot. It was then that he was appointed a post on the home front as a farmer and some kind of war horse breeder and trainer because he was so good with animals. As a result, it had become his job to look after you during the years of the war that your brothers were away. Polly did your breakfasts and dinner and would make sure you were well looked after, but Charlie took you out to the farm during the day where he would make packed lunches. You would get to pick vegetables, train the sheep dogs, collect wool and the likes of that sort of work. He knew that since you were 12, had you stayed hanging around the factories in Small Heath, you might’ve ended up having to work in one, so brought you to work with him instead. It had brought you extremely close to your uncle.

It’s why now, it was his scrap yard you went to when Tommy and the rest of the family were getting to you. He would often find you there, felt like a sixth sense of some sort that he would just get a feeling you were there - if he hadn’t heard you shouting or singing. Most commonly your troubles were caused by or at least had some distant correlation to Tommy and something he had done. The head of the family does of course think through his decisions and what they’re impact will be, but the one mistake Thomas tends to make when he thinks abouts these impacts is what appears to always affect you.

And that is, that he looks for direct danger. He overthinks and spends nights riddled with fear that his plan will bring harm to those he loves. He fears Billy Kimber will come to try and take from Tommy what he holds most dear in retaliation if he doesn’t act exactly the right way. He fails to look at less direct impacts. He sees your protection escorts as keeping you from being harmed and sees keeping you in the house constantly as ensuring he knows that you’re safe, always. He doesn’t see you missing out on your youth or missing your friends or feeling threatening and anxious at the fact you’re always either in house arrest or practically with a fucking protection detail. He never thinks like that and Charlie knows that is what gets to you so much, because you just see that as he being malicious and not thinking about what’s best for you at all.

“Sometimes i just wish we were normal y’know?” The change in tone of your voice from red hot anger to a timid quite mumble tells Charlie that you’re hurting more than you may ever let on in words. “Just miss my life.” You lament lowly, dropping the shovel and instead opting to drop yourself down on a nearby haybale.

Charlie signs not in annoyance or anger, but in a kind of sympathetic way as he leans himself on his shovel and turns to face your direction. “I know you do, love. Think we all do these days. Missing your brother eh?” Charlie tries to ask you as softly as he can despite having a generally grumpy, grumbling voice. The question marks another change in your demeanour as he immediately notes that your shoulders slump and you begin clenching your jaw to try not to get all upset.

You just nod in response.

“Mhm,” Charlie hums, moving to sit on the hay bale next to you, “Though so.” He pulls you into his side and feels you shaking a little with a few small sniffles to tell him your were crying. It breaks his heart and he know it would shatter Tommy’s if he knew. He had known for weeks that part of your rage and irritation was a smoke screen for the painful fact that you just missed your brother. You missed being little and holding his hand, having him play games with you and look after you, spend time with you and have genuine, actual conversations that weren’t two minutes long, arguments or about business and rules. You were still young and the four years you’d spent without them, plus the trauma you’d gone through in your life, meant that you missed and relied upon them a lot more than most would. Your hurting heart just longed for your big brother to make all things right again, just like he used to.

Things were so much more complicated now than they were before, you knew that. But it didn’t stop the hurt, it only just made it more painful.

“Listen, hey, listen,” Charlie comforts, “It’s alright. I’ll have words with that brother of your eh?” He feels you nod your head. “Yes please.” You whisper, sniffling again.

A silence falls between you as it often does, a bubble created where you could feels your feelings and your uncle would do all that he could in his limited power to move whatever kind of mountains you needed moving so you could feel better again. It was damn near his very top priority that you were provided with a better childhood and better young adult-hood than what he was able to give the Tommy, Arthur and John.

But it just so happened that Charlie Strong made a promise to the woman he loved - your mother. The woman you were so very like. He felt it his duty to protect you like a daughter because that is what your mother would have wanted. He promised to look after you and in doing so he recognised what your brothers often didn’t. Your physical well-being wasn’t everything. Of the same importance he wanted, just as the rest of the family did, for you to be safe, happy and loved in an emotional sense. They did love you, all of them. So much it was painful and so much that it was enough to do you a lifetime; they just had such a bad way of showing it.

Charlie decided it was time now to give your older brothers a wake up call. It was time they learned how to love you in a way you understood. Killing for you and keeping you bubble wrap didn’t tell you they loved you, they had to show you in a true way. They had to tell you and hold you just like he had learned to do to show his care and love for you. He had to change to accommodate how you experienced love, so he did just that; he changed.

Charlie was determined and he held a level of authority with the boys he practically raised. So starting with Tommy, he was going to enforce that same change in order to make sure you knew just how fucking loved you were in that family.

And for Charlie Strong, all of the fighting, the pushing and the moving of seemingly unmovable mountains was worth in to no end when you mumbled, “I love you, uncle Charlie.” Against his shoulder while he hugged you tight.

“Yeah yeah, Shelby,” he sniggers, pressing a kiss on top of your head, “I love you too.”

[dadbodosamu]

i just want more soft redneck atsumu i’m always posting about you and osamu being childhood sweethearts but atsumu deserves love too!!!

y’all got together in college when you decided to take some farming class for missing credits. you’re from the city and don’t know anything about tractors or farming so atsumu slides up next to you and helps you out. he’s grown up doing this stuff, probably knows more than the teacher at this point.

it’s near the end of the semester when he finally convinces you to come to his hometown a couple of hours away for the weekend. you’ve never really been to a small town and atsumu loves showing you around all the places he grew up

he introduces you to samu and his girl who’ve been joined at the hip since birth. his mama makes you dinner and everything is just so different than how you grew up and you love it.

he shows you around his family’s farm and it’s when y’all are in the barn and he’s ranting about the horse that he raised when he was a kid, sleeping in the barn for weeks just to bottle feed, when you decide that this is the man you are marrying.

he’s a lil disappointed a few years later bc samu’s girl got their grandmother’s ring back when they graduated high school but he manages to get your grandmother’s ring

he loves that you love his town. you think it’s so cute and quaint and he just falls more in love with you every time you mention living there after school. he would follow you anywhere in the world but he loves that he doesn’t have to leave.

[crownquill]

Chapter 11

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Fern gently hummed to themselves as they brushed the mane of a chestnut Tanz horse. For some reason she had taken a liking to them in the past week. Timber giggled in the other stall. "Hey there! Keep working, I want to get to my dorm before the sun sets.," Fern shouted.

The shorter knight rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah, you're no fun. Did you even learn the names of one of our fellow fair stablehands?," Timber countered dramatically spinning around Creek. Creek, who was also put on stable duty for something unrelated, blushed.

"Oh stop it, you!," the other first year said playfully. This was pretty much how it had been for the past two weeks, Creek and Timber goofing off and Fern doing most of the work. Though they had seen the two together before the older knight had no idea they were so close. It was nice though, that Timber had a friend other than them. Considering how they bantered, though, you'd think they were lovers.

Fern had a sneaking suspicion that Creek got stable duty on purpose.

After the trio finished up in the barn they went their separate ways to their respective dorms. On their way to their dorm, Fern caught a glimpse of the principal's office. It looked much more inviting on the outside. "It can't be-," they heard the secretary say. Fern knew better than to eavesdrop on people's conversations. Or at least until death was mentioned-

"I know so. You think a student just dies for the first time in 10 years by accident? We had a clean record until now for a reason, Unita." The principal's rant was interrupted by a sharp cough. Fern crept closer to the window, crouching down and pretending to pick something up in case someone walked by. "This was a murder. Broken bones don't end someone's life. She was a healthy girl too."

"Fine then! I'll humor you. Let's just say some killer is running around campus! What'll we do? How do we stop this? Open all the kids' lockers for them?"

"I don't know. I really don't. I suppose we have to stay quiet for now, but they already know something's up after those dorm inspections. And what'll we do about her brother, Jem!? He's the one who saw her body! I'm sorry, Unita, but we can't risk brushing this off as just some prank gone wrong."

Fern wasn't willing to hear anymore. They ran off to their dorm with nothing in mind but the fact that they had to talk to Jem as soon as they could.

@rainbowsnowflake @reblogging-corner @kryptic-krab @eat-the-door-to-the-v0id @korean-vergil @batteryaccid @f-a-b-l-e . @insolent-mushroom

[dyna-kai]

ck + kk characters as trisha paytas video titles

Johnny Lawrence: why you should NOT eat healthy!

Daniel LaRusso: My Polyamorous Relationship

Miguel Diaz: I WAS ALMOST MURDERED!

Carmen Diaz: the REAL reason young girls date older men...

Amanda LaRusso: I can't keep doing this.

Robby Keene: abandonment

Samantha LaRusso: am I a shitty ex-girlfriend?

Anthony LaRusso: first time leaving my house...

Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz: YOUTUBERS WHO PISS ME OFF! (RANT VIDEO)

Demetri: I almost rode a bus (not clickbait)

Aisha Robinson: YEP! HE'S A FUCKBOY!

Tory Nichols: why my ex boyfriend is scared of me!

John Kreese: WATCH ME EAT A BLOODY HORSE HEART!

Terry Silver: Buying Myself Everything I Want ($30,000 Shopping Spree)

Shannon Keene: my boyfriend dumped me and I got hotter

Ali Mills: I'm throwing my own birthday party for myself

Bobby Brown: I Love You Jesus Music Video

Tommy: When I Die...

Jimmy: Reasons Why I'm A Dumb Bitch

Dutch: ARRESTED FOR PROSTITUTION | STORYTIME

Mr. Miyagi: Getting Old Sucks

Kumiko: Damn I Look Good | DANCE ROUTINE

Chozen Toguchi: I did a bad thing.

Mike Barnes: i have a one inch penis

[iwillbeinmynest]

Redcove Harvest - Bucky x Reader(f)   Chapter 3

Authors Notes: Glad to know ya’ll are enjoying this! If you happen to really like it, please consider reblogging or commenting. It really helps me understand what parts you do or don’t like about my work. :)

AU: Farmhand AU and SingleMom!Reader

Word Count: 1.5k +

Notes/Warnings: (Notes are for the whole series) FLUFF, mentions of a past toxic relationship, a wild storm at the end, drama and a break-up, mentions of drinking, kids being adorable and ridiculous, kissing, romance and a tiny bit of angst if you look hard but nothing more than that of a Hallmark movie.

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 The next week went without a hitch. Bucky would show up at eight, and get right to work mowing the fields. After day four, he had both front fields mowed. He spent the next two days repairing all the holes and broken parts of the fence that lined the front of the property. After that, he cleaned up the fence line by cutting down saplings and removing weeds and vines. He even fixed the mailbox that sat out by the dusty road.

 This morning was supposed to be no different but as he pulled up to the house, thunder rumbled. He hopped out of his truck and grabbed his wide brimmed hat. He figured working in the rain might beat working in the early spring heat. He walked over to the tractor but before he could hop on, he heard her.

 “Bucky!” She shouted from the porch.

 He turned to see Y/N waving him over. He jogged her way and as he reached the steps, the rain started. 

 “What’s up?” He asked her.

 “Well, I figured with the rain I could steal you for some barn work.”

 “Oh,” He replied as he took his hat off. “Yeah, I mean I was still planning on mowing. I know you’ve got those three back fields that are still pretty high.”

 She waved the thought away. “It’s okay. I know it will get done. I need to get the goat barn fixed up and the horse stables need some minor repairs.”

 “Yeah, sure. Lead the way.”

 Y/N walked with Bucky in the light rain down to the yellow barn a couple dozen yards from the back of the house. 

 He’d been there a few times when he needed to talk to her or grab a tool. The goat barn was actually an old horse stable; the entire right side of stalls had been turned into one large stall that connected to one of the three back fields and the left side was a gardening workshop. One of the left side stalls had been turned into a small greenhouse. 

 Next to the workbench, in the garden shop, there was a large storage bin. It was lit up red with a heat lamp and he heard the faint sound of peeping.

 He walked over and, sure enough, there were at least a dozen little chicks running around or huddled under the lamp.

 “When did you get these?” He asked. He crossed his arms and smiled back at her.

 She stepped up beside him. “Yesterday. Steve had them ordered for me and they finally came in.”

 “Nice.”

 She shifted her weight and her arm brushed against his. She moved away and apologized.

 “Doesn’t bother me.” He reassured her. He really had no problem making contact with her.

 She cleared her throat and walked over to the large goat stall. “So,” she changed the subject. “There are several boards around this opening that leads to their pasture. I had a billy a year ago who was a menace and rammed into it all the time. I’m so glad I got rid of him.” She chuckled. “And, goodness, he stank!” She turned to Bucky, “Did you know Billy’s pee on their beards? Because I didn’t.” Her face twisted in disgust.

 A smile played at the corners of his mouth. “I did know that.”

 She huffed and grinned. “Yeah, well, I’m pretty new to this whole farm thing, so I’ve been learning as I go.” Y/N laughed at herself. 

 “New?” Bucky asked, surprised. “Looks like you’ve got a pretty good grip on it all.”

 She shrugged lightly, “I mean, I didn’t start from scratch. This was Gavin’s family’s farm.” She paused then clarified, “Gavin was my husband’s name. He grew up here and when his parents passed, he got the farm. He did a lot of the clean up when we moved in and he purchased the livestock and foul. He even cared for most of them - the chickens have always been my thing, though.”

 “What about the garden?” Bucky looked out the barn doors to the lush field full of greenery. The gentle rain was doing the day’s watering.

 “That’s all me, too, but I only started gardening a few years ago.”

 “Well, don’t sell yourself short. This is a lot of property, you’ve done a great job by yourself.” Bucky said as he opened the gate to the goat stall and stepped inside to examine the busted and rotting boards that needed replacing.

 “I actually had a good bit of help.” She said as she leaned over the chick bin and pulled out the water dish. She went to the large sink near the workbench and began rinsing it of poop before she filled it back up. “After Gavin died, Steve came over and showed me the ins and outs of cows and goats for a month or two.”

 That surprised him. Steve didn’t ever mention that.

 “Yeah, and his friend, Nat, showed me how to garden.” Y/N put the water dish back and picked up the feed dish.

 Bucky nodded to himself, “Nat has quite the green thumb for making gardeners.”

 “That she does.” Y/N smiled as she returned the now full seed dish.

 Bucky leaned over the gate and watched as Y/N tended to some seedlings that were on her work bench, spraying them with a squirt bottle. “So... can I ask what happened to Gavin?”

 Y/N nodded but didn’t say anything and didn’t turn to face him, she just kept watering the little cupped sprouts.

 “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have-”

 “No, it’s fine.” She turned to him with a somber look on her face. She took a deep breath and looked at Bucky. She wasn’t sure if she should say what she was thinking but, Gavin was dead, what was he gonna do about it?

 “Gavin...was a jerk and a bully,” She started.

  Bucky’s brows shot up but he kept listening.

 “And what’s worse, he had no idea he was like that. He thought he was a great man- and sometimes, he was- but he had a habit of belittling people he didn’t agree with. It didn’t matter what, if he didn’t like it, you were stupid for thinkin’ it. He had his way of doing things and that was that, anything else wasn’t worth his time.” She crossed her arms and looked down at her boots. “I’m sure you’re wondering how I fell in love with a man like that but it was easy. I met him in high school. He wasn’t as bad then but I figure that’s because he was still growing and learning. It’s not an excuse, but he got it from his daddy. Compared to his dad, Gavin was a saint. Charles was as mean as he was stubborn and Gavin got the brunt of that growing up and he had no way of dealing with it other than doin’ the same stuff to other people. He didn’t do it to me until we were married and being that we were so young, I just thought it was a wife’s job to do what her husband said.”

 Bucky swallowed and shifted his weight when she did the same, almost like they both broke out of the trance of story telling and listening.

 “But there were good days. He wasn’t a monster. He could be really sweet, actually. He bought me the chickens after one of our fights, built me the fence around the garden after another. He never said sorry, he’d just build or buy me something. And I appreciated it. I really did love him.” Y/N suddenly realized that in her rant she’d never answered his question. She flushed, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to go on about it. I guess I should get to it,” she chuckled.

 Bucky smiled at her from his spot on the gate. “It’s fine.”

 She took a deep breath. “Um, Gavin fancied himself a great driver, no matter his state. So, he went out with his friends one night and got plastered. He got in the car to come home and drove it into a tree at one hundred and ten.”

 Bucky cursed.

 Y/N nodded. “He at least had the decency to put me in the will when we got the house, so.” She shrugged her shoulders.

 Bucky scratched the back of his neck. “Well, I’m sorry about all of that.”

 She smiled at him and Bucky got the sense she was only doing it for his sake.

 “I was too for a while. But I’m...happy, now.” Her smile seemed more genuine when she said that.

 “I’m glad to hear that.” He grinned at her. 

 Y/N looked at him for a moment before turning back to her plants. 

 Bucky also got back to work and they spent most of the morning like that, just working in silence. Bucky was even able to finish the woodwork in under two hours before he fixed a few breaks in the goat field fence.

 Around noon, Y/N invited him up to the house for lunch and after he declined twice, she finally insisted. 

 Bucky was happy to go.

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[noodles-07]

I'm bored so rant to me about any of ur au's. Like full on tell me everything you want/can tell me about them and maybe some of ur favorite parts of the au's. Especially the ones you get the most excited about, just talk to me about them!! :))

okokokok so Illumina (Swiftshadow) and Fruitberries (Fruitberry...) in the warriors au have the best cat bromance!! Also Joel and Lizzie are a t4t couple and can and will kick your ass! And Jack Manifold is a hairless cat >:3

OH and in the service dog au Techno's last name is Withers!!! I thought that was Smort

Also Wilbur and Niki are friends in the service dog au :} and Techno and Dream have a casual barn rivalry since they're both Horse People!

Techno has two horses :D Carl and Brick!!! He shows Carl and Brick is just. along for the ride. Pun not intended. Brick is like that one transgenderfication horse that hates women and bites them and then a trans girl walks over and he's like "nice weather we're having huh" and could not give less of a heck

[catchyoulaterhotdog]

Country boy, I love you AU

What’s up, i’m back on my bullshit with this self indulgent country boy!Willie and city boy!Alex au. The new tag is country boy I love you au because I finally came up with a name. Since I don’t really write I wanted to write out some head canons for this au as I pump out more drawings. Put under the cut for anyone who doesn’t want to read all my ramblings.

Willie

Last name is Thomson, lives with his family on a big farm, has an older brother and a younger sister, plus his cousin Flynn lives with him!

Absolutely loves animals and getting up early. My boy is up crowing with the Roosters.

Can cook and bake like a god, predominantly works in the bakery in the back of his parent’s market. You have to try his homemade donuts, they’re to die for.

His parents are Renee and Allen, his sister is Fivel, his brother Matthew. Y’all already know Flynn

Absolutely loves horses!!! Had a horse boy phase, probably still in it.

His parents and trainer try to get him to do horse shows but he’d much rather go on trail rides all day

His formal trainer is Caleb Covington, who wishes he’d use his skills for much more than just running around the woods and pretending to be Merida from Brave.

Absolute best friends with Reggie and Julie, who he’s known all of his life. Reggie works as a stable keep and Julie works at the market with him.

Flynn and him are tight-knit, and tease each other about their respective crushes on some cute but definitely out of place people on the farm.

Friendly as hell but super energetic a lot of the time, can take some time to get use to him.

Carries around stim toys for him and Reggie in his bag, even sometimes puts them in saddle bags when they go out for rides.

Assigned to help out Alex, a new boy to town who just needed a job and didn’t expect this.

Alex

Lives with Carrie and Trevor Wilson, Carrie being his cousin, since coming out to his parents didn’t go so well

Trevor decides to move out to the countryside to find some new inspiration for his music and get out of the stuffy city life.

Trevor becomes friends with Ray (cough cough) and Alex is introduced to his daughter Julie

They hit it off and when Alex mentions needing a job, Julie recommends him to the Thomsons.

Shows up to his first day of work in a nice shirt plus his fanny pack, along with some nice jeans he had patched and painted with Carrie.

Willie is enamored but is like, what the hell are you wearing? As Willie stands there in beat up overalls and a very loose flannel button up. 

Alex is not amused, going through mud and hay and all this gunk to work with animals.

Low key terrified of the horses at first, the only animal he trusts is Willie’s beloved sheep dog, named Hot Dog for some reason???

Thinks Willie is hot way too energetic and kind of hates him at first.

Rants to Carrie, think Draco ranting about Harry to his dad, “You won’t believe what he made me do today!!! I almost slipped and ended up pig food! And He had the audacity to look so good in messy braids and overalls covered in filth!”

Low-key wishes he had a job in the market instead but is slowly coming around.

Does have one cow that he absolutely loves

Does absolutely 100% not have a crush on Willie shut the fuck up Carrie.

Julie

Absolute sweetheart and a half, we know this

Lives with her dad and brother in a nice house not too far from Willie’s, they grew up together and him and Flynn are her absolute best friends

Reggie she’s meant a few times but doesn’t really have a lot of time to check out the stables, he seems really nice though.

Works mostly in the bakery part with Willie, she can frost a cupcake like nobody’s business.

Absolutely adores music and she organizes a quarterly concert on the farm where anyone can sign up and help raise funds for cancer awareness (Started after her mom died)

One day a newcomer shows up and his name is Luke

She thinks he is absolutely obnoxious at first, wayyyy too flirty and wayyy too full of himself

Once he catches sight of her though he makes it his mission to go to the farmer’s market as much as possible without seeming to creepy

And maybe, maybe Julie’s starting to think he’s funny

No he’s not cute shut up Alex!!!

Reggie

Horse trainer and stable hand for the Thomsons

Willie loves going on long trail rides with him, they really get each other

Absolutely loves his job and the friends he’s made at the barn

Very common for him to stay with Willie when his parents are fighting

The first one to make friends with Alex on the farm (After Julie), they bond over a shared love of many 90s bands and he helps him come around to the horses

Thinks watching him and Willie in the beginning stages is absolutely hilarious

Takes Alex shopping for some actual appropriate clothing

Gets crushes really really easily, probably has had one on everybody on the farm at some point.

Absolutely loves Julie’s quarterly concerts and always plays the same song-Home is where my horse is

Sometimes on really busy days he’ll help out Willie and Julie in the market

Met Luke at the same concert Julie did and is now very happy to play matchmaker

He loves love!!!

Is trying to teach Luke horseback riding but it’s not going so well

May or may not be the reason the sheep dog is named Hot Dog

Luke

Lives with his friend, Nick, since he ran away from his parents. 

Has dedicated himself to music, and found out about a concert that a local farm did

There he meets Julie and Reggie and he loves them both

Makes it his mission to try and court the lovable but sassy Julie with Reggie as his wingman

Meets Alex and they bond over being into music and a little less country oriented than everyone else.

Though Alex will tell him off if he’s holding up business

Constantly gets snuck onto the farm by Reggie

First to notice the insane tension between Willie and Alex

Flynn

Lives with Willie since her parents travel a lot

Loves the farm but not as much as Willie, she’s not as big into the animals

Always performs with Julie at the concerts

Works in the market but in the produce section

Does hijack the speakers to play modern music

Meets Alex’s sister(?), she thinks Carrie is his sister at first.

Everyone thinks they hate each other but Willie, who realizes Flynn has a big crush on Carrie and tries to get her a job

Flynn will absolutely not admit her crush though 

Is very intrigued by whatever Luke and Julie have going on and teams up with Reggie to make it a thing

No one expects it but Reggie and her make a bomb ass team

They’re pretty close but they don’t hang out as often as they should

Carrie

Absolutely hates this move, even more than Alex

Goes to the farm with him a few times and almost cried when one of her dresses got ruined because a certain worker smashed into her with crates of produce

Though she couldn’t cry because the beautiful girl who smashed into her and was talking a mile a minute had absolutely enamored her.

Alex thinks it is hilarious since it’s finally reversed and she’s not teasing him about his crushes

Carrie is determined to get this girl to like her, but isn’t quite sure how. 

Finds an in when she becomes friends with Julie and Julie knows right away what’s going on between her two friends

Just a lot of oblivious gay pining

[nukenai]

Had a great trail ride with the girls today, but when we got back to the arena, “the kids” (one of them is 19 so... not really kid) were playing with the mini pony we have, Gucci. One of said kids is maybe 7? and Gucci’s owner is her aunt. They play with her a lot and do fun little things with her, but tonight they were... not treating her well. They were basically chasing her around the arena with a whip and a fucking lasso, making her full gallop, and then they tied a bucking strap around her so she was running around bucking like crazy, and she kept running straight for the gates to try to escape. At one point they were just chasing her (while SHRIEKING with laughter), and poor Gucci was doing everything she could to get away from them.

Me and Cheryl were... pretty upset, but didn’t say anything at the time because like, it’s a weird area. Not your horse, not your kids, y’know. But it’s been making me more upset as the night has gone on so I decided to message Gucci’s owner.

I don’t know her SUPER well, but we’re friendly and chat a lot. I’ve seen her allow a little roughhousing with the pony before, so I worried that I’d come off as Barn Cop McJudgerson, y’know? But I went to her with the attitude of “this is what I saw, it made me uncomfortable, if you’re okay with it that’s fine, I just wanted to bring it to your attention.” She was very NOT okay with it and was pretty upset to hear what went on. She thanked me sincerely for telling her about it and assured me I’m not being “barn cop”.

Speaking up about shit is SO hard, especially for me. I’ve got serious anxiety about it and a feeling of “if I speak up, they’ll think that I think I’m some perfect bitch strutting around acting like I know it all”... but honestly, if I was fucking something up, I’d want someone to tell me, too. If my bit sucked or my saddle didn’t fit right, I’d want someone to be like “hey, this isn’t right”!

So I feel a ton of relief, but I’m also kinda worried that it might come back to me and get particularly the 19 year old mad with me. She can be a little temperamental and shitty sometimes, being a spoiled 19 year old with like 5 horses, but she’s prominent at the barn and handles feeding a lot of the time so like. UGH. I’m 30 whole-ass years old and here I am nervous to speak up about stuff. Worst case scenario, if shit starts happening I WILL go to the barn owner about it.

But yeah, idk. Kids not knowing any better and going a little too far once is one thing, but 2 out of 3 of these kids should absolutely know better. And having a 19 year old watching over them and encouraging it is very bad. The mom of the youngest one was there but she wasn’t really paying attention (and I have issues with how she treats her daughter around other people but that’s another story).

Anyways. Yeah. Rant to get it off my chest lol. Speaking up is very hard but very worth it, especially if something/someone is involved who can’t speak up for themselves. To add to all of this, Gucci came from a home where she was mistreated and didn’t trust people. So she really REALLY doesn’t need that kind of treatment. She’s a living animal, not a stuffed pony.

[abluescarfonwaston]

The Last Wish - Hexer

The house exploded.

Bricks, beams and plank flew up in a cloud of smoke and sparks. The djinn spurted up from the dust storm, its red mist as big as a barn, as it roared with triumphant laughter. It tore the spire from town hall and ripped the shingles from several houses before it soared into the sky.

But he didn’t notice that.

Didn’t notice as Errdil and Krepp shouted their amazement and rejoiced that the monster had vanished.

His knees were in the mud as the driving rain continued.

“No one could have survived that.” No one. Not even Geralt of Rivia.

Was he really supposed to be satisfied with their final moments together?

How not a full day before they’d been fishing in a long lake- that might have been a river now that he thought about it. Trying to fish up dinner. Arguing as they desperately tried to haul in the massive catfish from its watery depths. How the line had snapped.

How his line had caught on that damn net with djinn’s.

“An old pot?” Geralt had looked very unimpressed.

How he’d played keep way and grinned as Geralt tried to take it from him.

“I pulled it up! The wishes are mine!” He’d insisted until it slipped from his fingers and shattered upon the ground.

Until the red mist choked him.

Was he really supposed to be content with Geralt sleeping face as he’d tied the dead crow to his line that had caught the catfish? He wondered what face he would make when he pulled it up. It would be a new one he knew. How long would he have been able to keep a straight face in the face of Geralt’s face?

He would have broken down in laughter. He knew that. And Geralt would have made such a face at him.

A face he would never see. He would never know what face he might have made.

The line snapped and his life before was gone.

Was he really supposed to be satisfied with the half remembered words Geralt had offered as he rushed Roach forward because he couldn’t stay on Pegasus’ back. The warmth of Geralt’s back as he carried him into the city. How in there last moments together he’d been in too much pain to do anything but cry silently into Geralt’s shoulder. Because he could make no sound.

How the pain in Geralt’s eyes as they’d waited for the gates of Rinde to open had overwhelmed that pain for a moment. The pain and agony and the fact that he might never speak again. Might never sing again.

And in that moment he’d wished he could make his last wish that Geralt would never look that sad again.

“I’m going to fix this.” He’d reassured with a hand on his arm.

He curled tighter. His knees now deep in the mud as the ruin of his life before now sat before him.

He would see no more of Geralt’s faces. Geralt would no longer scold. “Jaskier. Don’t.”

And no longer would he reply. Offended. “What?”

“You know what.”

And then later Geralt would roll his eyes as he pouted and look so smug that he’d want to kick him off his horse.

Geralt would pull him out of the way from projectiles hurled by angry exes no longer.

Geralt would never again place his lute in his hands and make that face that asked him to play.

Would never smile at him across the fire and ask him to keep going or shut up or speak normally.

There were now a distinct amount of moments in his life that included Geralt of Rivia and there would be no more. And each year a few more would fade until the years after Geralt far outnumbered the years they’d shared and he’d be a distant memory and maybe not even an ache in his hollow chest.

There was the moment in the bar when they’d met and the moment in the field they’d fled to after. Breathless from the chase. When he’d collapsed in a field of wildflowers and offered a drink from his wineskin.

The face Geralt had made then. As he looked down at Jaskier. All long white hair and youthful unscarred skin. Like no one had ever even considered offering him a drink from their wineskin.

And he promised to himself in that moment that he always would.

Slowly the dust settled on ruins of his life. On the part of his life that had included Geralt of Rivia.

How his last words to his best friend had been begging him not to go. Not to chase after that damn witch and leave her to her fate.

“Why. Why would he go back for her? Chireadan.” He interrupted their gleeful conversation about the insurance on his destroyed inn. “Do you understand?”

The elven man looked at him then. “Yes, I do Jaskier. I do.”

In his eyes was love or admiration or infatuation.

He clung to the wall and considered the man he knew.

How despite his code that demanded he not get involved he could never turn his back on a woman in need.

“My job is to protect the weak.” His face swallowed in agony. “But the code says I’m not to get involved in human’s business. Was I supposed to watch them kill a child?” He said about the first monster he killed on the path. About a young girl named Renfri he’d saved then.

“No” Because he always knew Geralt was a man before he was a Witcher. “I’m glad you’re the kind of man who would save her.”

And maybe Chireadan was right. Because Geralt was human first. He felt so deeply. Maybe he’d fallen for the terrifying raven of her hair or the lilacs of her eyes.

Or maybe he’d just seen another little girl that he couldn’t abandon to her fate. Even one she’d made herself.

He’d believe that too.

“The Witcher, Geralt of Rivia has sacrificed himself for the town.” Mayor Neville said ceremoniously. “We won’t forget him. We’ll honor him. We’ll erect a statue of him.”

The mud stained his trousers and forced himself to standing. Turning to the man. Brushing his jerkin free of lumps of rain damp plaster.

And he told them exactly what he thought about sacrifice and memory and honor and all the statues in the world.

Because none of those would be the same as seeing Geralt’s face light up when he saw Jaskier across a bar or the warmth of Geralt’s greeting hugs or his dramatic rants about dragons and how they couldn’t survive off grass alone.

He wondered as the man turned white, looking down at his fury, if they saw anything beyond a hero, a witcher, a mutant. How their stupid memories wouldn’t even be right.

Because white hair and yellow cat eyes and quick reflexes did not make him any less human.

How calling him Witcher was the same as calling him Bard or Neville Mayor except Geralt hadn’t had a choice in the matter. But they said it like it made him different from them.

How he might have been a hero but he was his Friend first.

And now he was dead.

Once more his life was divided into the parts where he’d loved someone and the part after he’d buried them.

The rain slowly stopped and rainbow appeared above the ruins. Rainbows, he decided, were terrible things. Because it felt like the world demanding he continue on.

“They’re alive.” Chireadan gasped from a window. He blushed. “Very alive.” He rushed for that window. To confirm for himself. Chireadan tried to halt him. “We should wait for them at the inn.”

He pushed past him and saw exactly what they were doing.

They went back to the inn.

And he thanked the stars and rainbows and all that was good and kind in the world when Geralt entered at last. Turned to him. “Jaskier.” He said. Crossing the room to him. Arms open for him.

He stood. Raised himself up onto the balls of his feet and rested his cheek against the crook of Geralt’s shoulder. Hugged him back.

He forced himself to let go instead of cling as he so desperately wanted. Geralt’s arms stayed wrapped around his biceps and a grin on his face.

“Geralt.” He smiled back.

Geralt pulled him back in for another and this time neither let go for a very long while.