#all the pretty little horsies

[bydayiamnothingandbynightiami]

I want to sleep with you elbow to elbow Hair entwined Genitals enlaced With your mouth as a pillow. I want to sleep with you back to back Without breath to keep us apart Without words to distract us Without eyes to tell lies Without clothes. I want to sleep with you breast to breast Clenched and sweating Glistening from a thousand shivers Consumed by the wild inertia of bliss Splayed on your shadow Pounded by your tongue And to die between the rotted teeth of a rabbit Contented.

Joyce Mansour

[mercless]

is there something specific about cowboys , high noon , or the western / western gothic genre that draws you in ? 🤠

honestly! until recently the western theming wasn't even something i leaned towards outside of the humble 'howdy' 'yeehaw' or 'ya'll' thrown into my speech for fun... i think the biggest factor for my piqued interest into particular western themed characters has been my interest with horror and gothic imagery, media, etc. which ties in with the more niche western gothic.

so i suppose it was the skinline thematic itself which drew me in; the aftermath of the end times, and the world that followed after. what happens if hell is real, devils and demons a constant threat, and if this was all set in a time of developing technology that destroyed the very land and it was dug out from.

but... i think im just easily obsessed with edgy lonely brooding characters and they keep wearing large hats and speaking with a drawl recently 🧍‍♂️

[autistickaitovocaloid]

Finally dusted my figure shelf so here's a kind of blurry photo of it.

[synthbug]

I LOVE THIS SOOO MUCHHH WHATT‼️‼️🦋💙💙 AWWW THE THE SILLIES AND THE FUNNIES ‼️ THANK U SOO MUCH OH MY GOSH I CANT EXPLAIN HOW MUCH I APPRECIATE THIS✨️💥

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @atlcscp !!!!! sorry they dropped your cake on the way to the party!!

[sirianasims]

The Don Diaries

A few days later, the uncomfortable situation with his mother is more or less forgotten. Matteo is busy with his school project when he hears Woofer bark excitedly outside.

It's Dani, coming for a surprise visit!

Matteo is happy to see her. He doesn't remember San Myshuno, but he knows it's far from here, you can't just "drop by". Dani must really love them if she's coming all this way.

Matteo likes how happy his dad seems when Dani visits. He doesn't really understand all the kissing, but his dad smiles more and laughs louder when she's here.

Matteo secretly wishes Dani could just move in with them, the farm is so big, surely there's room for her too? But for now, he's just glad that she's here and making his dad happy.

Dani helps Matteo with his school project while Don makes dinner. She pulls up her sleeve to prove that she's still wearing their friendship bracelet too. She really is his best friend - after his dad and Woofer, of course.

During dinner, Matteo tells Dani about the nightmares he's been having. Dani suggests he confronts the monsters, ask them what they want. Maybe they just want to be friends?

Matteo considers this, and gets an idea. Luckily, whenever Dani visits, it means his dad goes to bed early for some reason, so Matteo should be able to stay awake until then.

When he feels pretty certain that his dad and Dani are sleeping, he sneaks down to the bathroom to give himself a pep talk. He can do this. Nothing changes just because it's dark... right?

Matteo opens the front door quietly, leaving it open behind him - just in case he needs to get back inside quickly. The light that leaks out through the glass doors feels like a sanctuary, but beyond the small golden circle, it's pitch black.

Matteo swallows hard and steps into the void. The night feels like a living thing around him, the leaves rustling like something huge is breathing. His eyes dart to the stables for comfort, but Horsie is sleeping, just a large, dark shape nestled in the hay. No comforting snorts and soft whickers to answer his plea for reassurance.

A shiver creeps up Matteo's spine. The front door behind him is so close still, so tempting, but he clenches his fists and takes another step into the dark. Then another.

A sudden splash startles him, and Matteo freezes, his heart in his throat. Something is moving, pale and ghostly, floating on the black water of the pond. The ducks. Of course. It's just the ducks. But they look different in the night, ethereal, drifting soundlessly in the faint moonlight. Matteo stubbornly sets his jaw.

Another step.

The weight of the night presses harder on him with each moment and his skin prickles as his mind starts running wild. The trees by the chicken coop loom large, their dark silhouettes against the sky, branches almost reaching towards him. The low stone wall that surrounds the garden seems to shimmer slightly, like an illusion that might disappear at any moment, revealing something terrible hiding in the vegetable patch.

And then it happens.

Something brushes against his leg.

Something big.

Matteo's knees almost buckle and his heart races, slamming against his ribs like a trapped bird. A sound, somewhere between a whine and a sob escapes his lips before he can stop it. He forces himself to look down, not sure what to expect. Claws? Teeth? Tentacles?

Instead, a wet and familiar nose nudges his trembling hand.

Matteo sinks to his knees, burying his fingers in Woofer's soft coat as the dog licks the tears off his face. Woofer wiggles excitedly. He's not allowed outside at night, so he took a huge chance following Matteo through the open door and he's very relieved that the boy isn't mad at him.

Matteo scratches Woofer in his favourite spot, the fear dissipating as his heartbeat goes back to normal. Maybe it's just because his eyes have adjusted to the darkness, but next to the labrador's inky black fur, everything else seems just a little brighter.

chrono - previous - next

[wongyuseokie]

Like a Cowboy | j.w.w

Summary: Your boyfriend sang the line, “like a cowboy,” and that’s precisely how you want to ride him. 

☆ 18+ minors dni |☀︎fluff | ♕ smut |  ♥ completed works

Word Count: 1306 words

Pairings: Jeon Wonwoo x Female Reader

Genre/Trope(s)/AUs: Fluff, Smut, PWP Content Warnings: None. Wonwoo is just giving amazing sex. This fic just happened because I’m a weak woman for this man. I’m a simp for this man, his deep voice singing like “like a cowboy.” Smut Warnings: Oral sex (female receiving), fingering, squirting, overstimulation. Unprotected sex (don’t do this). Nicknames (he calls her kitten a few times). Authors Note 1: This is an extremely self indulgent fic, since it's my birthday and Wonwoo is my bias. Hehe. 💕

Authors Note 2: Thank you so so much to @seungkwansphd for listening to me babble about this and giving me feedback and suggestions too!! 💕 Thank you also to my soul mate @here4btsfics for beta'ing and lovingly yelling at me. Thank you for indulging me as I cry about Wonwoo.

Tagging: @dokcheol because she asked and I made a new demon friend. 🥰 and @falllinflowers because I made two new demon friends today 💕also tagging @onlyseokmins because u thought it was a horsie fic.

Banner Credits: @classicscreations

Cross Posted to AO3

© wongyuseokie 2023. All rights reserved.

“Okay, why are you glaring at me?” Wonwoo asked one night while you were both getting ready for bed. He was puzzled as to why you kept narrowing your eyes at him and glaring. 

“You know what you did,” you mumbled. It was unfair. Wonwoo didn’t know, he was simply singing, but his deep voice did things to you. Unholy things and tonight was yet another night where his voice made it impossible for you to behave like a sane person. 

However silent Wonwoo could be, he was incredibly observant, and he noticed the sultry glances, looks, the lace set you wore, and the way your thighs kept pressing together. 

“Hmm, given how you’ve had your thighs pressed together the entire evening, I’m guessing you’re very frustrated, and the fact that you’re glaring at me means I caused it,” Wonwoo wondered, making you glare at him more. 

“Let’s see, was it my tongue? Did you want that? Or did I lick my lips on stage again and make you horny?” Wonwoo teased, recalling memories, making you huff at him. 

“Or was it, and I think this might be the fifth time this month that my voice turned you on?” Wonwoo suggested as he inched forward to place his hands on your waist, pulling you closer to him. 

You let out an exasperated laugh at his words, making Wonwoo smirk. 

“Kitten, if you keep getting horny because of my voice. I might have to either stop speaking or stay buried inside you,” Wonwoo teased, his thumbs pressing into your hips. 

“I pick the latter,” you mumbled, making him smile. 

“But it’s my voice, kitten. I can’t help it,” Wonwoo spoke with a playful pout on his handsome face. 

“True, but it just makes me horny,” you admitted, making Wonwoo blush at your honesty. 

“What did it this time?” Wonwoo asked. 

“You sang the sentence ‘like a cowboy’, and it did things to me,” you mumbled, and Wonwoo bit his lip to keep from laughing–not because he was mocking you, but because he found it adorable how easily you’d be affected by his voice. 

“Right, and?” Wonwoo asked. 

“All I could think of was that I wanted to ride you like one,” you added, your voice a little louder this time, and Wonwoo could feel his cock start to harden at your words. 

“I see. Well, I should probably make it up to you for that, shouldn’t I?” Wonwoo asked, and you nodded quickly, making him smile fondly at you as he leaned down to capture your lips with his. 

“Lie down, pretty girl,” Wonwoo instructed, and you did as he asked as you climbed into the bed, laying down on your back. 

Wonwoo moved until he hovered over your body, careful not to crush you. He placed a kiss starting from your forehead and moving to your cheek and then to your lips, making you melt with how soft the kiss was.

Wonwoo moved to lay between your legs, pushing the fabric of your shirt up slightly, and his lips met with your skin as he peppered soft kisses along your stomach.

Wonwoo pushed your shirt higher, exposing your lace-covered breasts, and he moved his body to place kisses up your tummy and stopped at your sternum. He pulled his shirt off, and unhooked your bra, and tossed them across the room. 

Wonwoo stayed silent as he lay between your legs again, his lips latching onto your breast. You moaned softly, and he laved over your nipple while his hand gently flicked and tugged your other breast.

Wonwoo moved his mouth to your other breast repeating the movements. He smiled at you as he trailed kisses down your chest and stopped at the waistband of your jeans.

He smiled as he undid the button on your jeans and pulled them down your legs along with your now soaking wet underwear. Wonwoo pushed your thighs apart and laid down between them.

Wonwoo threw your legs over his broad shoulders, kissing your inner thighs until his mouth finally landed on your cunt. Wonwoo groaned softly when he tasted you, moaning at how wet you were as he secured his lips to your clit. 

“My god,” you moaned out. He was incredible that you knew, but everything felt so intense. You gasped at the pleasure. You failed to hold your moans as he sucked on your clit; his hands moved to interlock at your waist as he kept sucking your clit.

You felt your eyes roll back as your orgasm approached you, 

“Wonwoo,” you gasped.

Wonwoo could tell you were close, and he continued to suck your clit until you started to shake in his grip. Wonwoo’s mouth never left your clit as you came.

You whimpered as his touch pushed you to the brink of overstimulation, but you didn’t care. It felt too good. Wonwoo slowly moved his mouth away from your clit, smiling when he saw how swollen and wet your cunt was.

He could see it throbbing and pulsating with aftershocks of pleasure.

“Fuck,” you whispered as he pushed two fingers into you. Wonwoo stood up slightly as he pushed his middle and ring finger into your cunt and hooked them there.

“Scream for me,” Wonwoo said as he vigorously pumped his fingers in and out of your cunt. He used his other hand to press down your pubic bone holding you still as you started to thrash about.

“Do you hear how wet you are?” Wonwoo asked as he kept fingering you. You nodded, whimpering, as you fisted the sheets between your hands and let out a scream as you came hard.

“Wonwoo, fuck. I can’t,” you whimpered when you noticed that he hadn’t stopped his movements.

“Yes, you can. I know you can,” Wonwoo countered as he repeated his actions, making you squirt all over his hands.

You whimpered in his grip, pushing his forearm, and Wonwoo smiled as he pulled his fingers out of you. 

“Fuck me, please,” you begged, and Wonwoo nodded.

“Oh, I will,” Wonwoo obliged as he moved to place his hands on your face and pulled you in for a kiss, pulling you on top of him. 

 “Please,” you begged against his lips, making Wonwoo smirk into the kiss as he adjusted himself to guide his cock into you, making you whine at the stretch.

Wonwoo held your waist, his lips finding yours, and he dug his heels into the mattress thrusting into you. You moaned and whimpered into the kiss.

Wonwoo kept pounding into you, his thrusts hard and deliberate, and with each thrust, his cock brushed over the spot inside you that had you seeing stars.

“Fuck, cum,” Wonwoo gritted out, moaning against your lips when he felt you tighten around him. You came hard a third time, clenching around him, making him whine into the kiss. Wonwoo let go of you and flipped you both over so that you were lying underneath him.

He pushed his cock into you again as he pounded into you, chasing his own orgasm. 

“Fuck, I’m going to cum,” Wonwoo groaned as his hands moved to your swollen and sensitive clit. You whimpered as he rubbed it.

“Cum again with me, baby,” Wonwoo said as he rubbed your clit, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. 

“Fuck,” you both gasped within seconds of one another as you clenched around him and as he  released his warmth into you.

“Well, that was wow,” Wonwoo breathed out as he rolled over, ensuring he pulled out of you slowly to lay down next to you, and immediately pulled you into his arms. 

“Did you enjoy the ride?” Wonwoo asked, smirking and making you laugh, despite the eye roll you gave him. 

“You know, I think god is fair. Not everything sounds sexy, even with that voice.”

[littleacorn28]

OI!!! YOU!!!!

...Did you really think you could get away with it?

...Seriously... some people... How one EARTH did you think you'd get away with out someone asking you...

...

If you could be little for 1 day, money not being a problem, you can let all your little dreams come true, what would your ultimate little day look like?

😉

Bean, I am so sorry the late reply! I have not been feeling well the last couple of days... But here we go! I would wake up in a pastel nursery in a a cute outfit including locking mittens, locking booties and a very thick diaper. The nursery has a gigantic rocking horse, a playpen, lots of stuffies, a big crib filled with stuffies to hug, a changing table and lots of cute adult diapers. I would be woken up by a caregiver and be led to a highchair, forced to either crawl or waddle. Eating breakfast with my hands or being fed by the caregiver. After breakfast its time for a diaperchange which is followed by tummytime where I'm put in a playpen to colour a pretty picture while they do chores and prepare activities for the rest of the day, me not being allowed to chime in, since a pacigag is put in my mouth.

Once the activites are done im put in a cute outfit with shortalls and we go to the zoo to see some animals, at the zoo being asked humiliating questions:'' What animal is that, What sound do they make? Can you make such sounds? What is your favorite animal? Why is it your favorite animal? and if the answers are not to their liking a consequence would happen back at home... Once its 2pm, we head back to the car, where im locked in a pink carseat and can't do anything but nap because the little one is too tired. When we reach home, my diaper is being checked and im being put in my a cute pink onesie, locking mittens and booties and put in crib to take a nap. After the nap is over im being woken by an unfamiliar voice, its a friend of the caregiver cooing all over me, unlocking me from the crib, feeding me a warm bottle of milk, maybe filled with something special, maybe not.. I am too little to know. When the bottle is inevitably empty they lead me to the rocking horse, which is outfitted with cuffs to make sure a certain little can't escape her fate. While being made to ride the rocking horse in a cute white dress, wearing a tiara and being made to tell about all the padded adventures me and horsie are going on. Until the bottle has done it's work and I mess the diaper, which activates the special seat part of the horse, it starts to vibrate and making me all needy and maybe even nonverbal. After the special playtime, its time for dindin, which is being spoonfed, spoon after spoon, while the two adults talk to each other, not paying much attention to me and smearing it all over my face >////< after dindin they give me an I-pad and headset only filled with childrens games and movies, while they watch an adult movie. once it reaches bedtime, they change my mushy diaper from before and lock me in a crib, while they do adult stuff and I can only hear the noises... unable to touch my tiny pecker, I can only lay in my crib frustrated.... Beanie, thanks for the ask, its 10 am when I answered it and im feeling really blushy.....

[casualaruanienjoyer]

Mikasa and Jean (post rumbling) babysitting.

Oh anon, this was a very fun one to write! It's a bit long, I hope you don't mind! 👀

Babysitting

When Jean and Mikasa learned about Annie’s pregnancy they were overjoyed. The recently married lovebirds made their announcement during dinner, where everyone had been invited.

Jean teased Armin to no end while Mikasa comforted Annie, making sure she was doing well. They were like family after all, the four of them alongside Connie, Pieck, Reiner and Levi. They celebrated all night long.

But no one expected their kid to turn out to be such a little brat. Well, all toddlers are assholes, but their little girl was spoiled to death. Both Armin and Annie wanted Iris to have the life they never got to have, so they gave her everything, from toys to clothes and infinite affection. They had been a bit too lenient. Too soft.

“For fuck’s sake!” Jean shouts, running around the living room with a butterfly net. “Come back here you little shit!!”

Iris is only one year and a half, but already has an attitude the size of a Colossal titan.

She refused to eat anything Mikasa cooked her and then, when they weren’t looking, escaped her high chair to roam through the house unattended.

“Jean, be careful!” Mikasa holds up a blanket, trying to capture the little monster.

Jean and Mikasa had offered to keep an eye on her for a few hours while Armin and Annie went away on a little trip. They REALLY needed a break from parenting, even for just a bit.

Both of them agreed to meet up at the Arlert residence to babysit Iris. It all seemed easy at the start.

“Got ya!” Mikasa says triumphantly, catching Iris in her blanket, wrapping it around her and lifting her up. She glances over at Jean, smiling, proud of herself.

But Jean really underestimated how difficult caring for a kid was. Especially while his and Mikasa’s relationship was still uncertain.

Yes. Uncertain. Undefined. Unlabeled. Were they dating? I mean they hugged before, once or twice. And their fingers had touched on some occasions. But Jean really didn’t want to push his luck, with Mikasa’s feelings toward Eren possibly still lingering.

“Haha, got ya you little fuck! You’re going straight back into your crib. No more play time.” Jean laughs, still panting from running around.

“Jean, you really shouldn’t talk like that around her.” Mikasa scolds him. “She’s a fast learner”.

“Of course she talks a lot, just like her dad” Jean crosses his arms. “That guy never shuts up!”. Mikasa nods, tickling Iris who giggles in return.

“Horsie!” Iris laughs, reaching out for some of Jean’s loose hair.

“Huh?! Not you too!”

Mikasa’s hand covers her mouth, muffling a few laughs. Jean lifts an eyebrow at her reaction and she turns her face away.

“No, Iris, my name is Jean. Jeeaann.” He repeats slowly, trying to get Iris to say his ACTUAL name.

Iris frowns, sticking out her tongue and turning towards Mikasa. She was a lot more fond of her than Jean. Mikasa was better at handling kids in general. She took care of Eren and Armin after all. And kids just gravitated towards her.

She was kind and soft. Had a lovely smile and a beautiful face. But she was also a badass, and could lift insane amounts of weights, including several kids at once. This is partly why kids gravitated towards her. She was like a superhero to them.

And given how much Mikasa had gone through, she was pretty much a superhero to Jean himself. Her scars were deep, too deep for kids to notice them. But Jean knew everything, he had seen Mikasa break and rebuild herself time and time again. He has no idea how she kept moving forward even after Eren’s death.

“I don’t think she’ll say your name anytime soon, Jean '' Mikasa adds, stroking Iris’s back. “It’s not exactly easy to pronounce”.

“And Mikasa is? She didn’t have issues saying that one!” Jean scoffs.

“I mean, she can’t say Arlert yet either. And her Reiner sounds more like ‘laina’ than anything” Mikasa moves to leave the living room and Jean follows her upstairs.

“True, I mean she’s still so small. But one day she’ll say Jean.” He smirks. “-Best uncle Jean-, to be precise”.

“But Connie’s her favourite uncle.” Mikasa opens the door to Iris’s room.

“For now. Give her some time and she’ll realise who the cool uncle really is!” Jean holds the door for her.

“I’m pretty sure she likes you the least.” She says flatly. “Even Levi’s higher on her list of ‘cool uncles’ and he made her cry the first time they met” Mikasa places Iris in her crib.

“Harsh” Jean pouts, passing Iris her favourite toy, a whale plushie. “So, who do -you- think is the coolest uncle?”. He leans against the wall, crossing his arms.

“Just so you know, I think all of you are very uncool” Mikasa tucks Iris in. It’s time she had a nap. “But if I had to pick, I think you’re the most fun to be around” she says softly while caressing Iris’ forehead.

“Oh?” Jean lifts an eyebrow. “Really? Well, miss Ackerman, I think you’re a pretty cool uncle yourself.”

Mikasa snorts. He always knew how to make her laugh.

“Very funny Jean.” She stands, pushing some hair behind her ear. “She’s asleep, we should let her be for a while.”

“Alright, we’ll check on her in a bit. Let’s take a break” and they turn off the light and leave the room, closing the door carefully.

“Alright, 30 minutes left.” Jean looks at his watch. “We’re almost done with her”.

They decide it would be best to hang out somewhere close by just in case Iris wakes up early, so they enter the guest bedroom next door. Mikasa rests on the bed while Jean falls into a comfortable armchair next to it.

“She’s a menace” Jean mutters. “So stubborn, just like her mom.”

“I don’t know, Armin can be pretty stubborn himself.” Mikasa chuckles, leaning back against her arms. “But she’s fast and climbs everywhere. I think she got Annie’s agility.”

“She’s pretty much a copy of Annie. They look so similar.”

“Yeah…”

There was silence for a while, Jean fiddling with his shirt while Mikasa glanced out the window.

“Thanks for doing this with me” she breaks the silence, crossing her legs on the bed.

“Of course, those hopeless dorks really needed help. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Armin so tired in my life.” he leans against his hand. “Besides, I like spending time with you” he mutters.

Mikasa smiles and shifts a bit closer to him, now facing each other.

“I like spending time with you too, Jean.” she pauses, playing with her fingers. “We should do it more often.”

Jean’s eyes widen. “You… you’d like that?”

“Yeah. You always make me laugh.”

“You do have a nice smile” Jean says, and Mikasa’s blush provokes his own. He takes a moment to reply. “And a nice…well… everything else”. Oh no, did he overstep?

“Jean…” she sounds serious, and Jean is about to get up and leave. But Mikasa stops him. “Stay. We need to talk”

“About what?” Jean asks, flustered. “I’m sorry, Mikasa. I said to-”

“No, you didn’t. I also…think you’re nice. Y-your smile…” her voice is small, like a whisper. “And everything else too”.

Jean is stunned. What was happening? Was Mikasa… flirting with him?? He must be reading between the lines.

But then she gazed at him with a spark in her eyes, rosy cheeks and furrowed brows in a way he’s never seen her do before and he can’t stop himself from leaning in and kissing her soft lips. They stayed like this for a second which felt like an eternity. But then Jean pulled away, covering his mouth. “I’M SO SORRY-!” He stands up, kicking the armchair behind him. Now he’s done it.

But Mikasa pulls him back down, kissing him again much more powerfully than he had done moments before and he loses his balance, falling over her on the bed.

He pushes himself up on his arms. “Hey, what are y-” but she kisses him again, and again. Jean can’t think straight and before he knows it one hand is in her hair and the other one rests on her waist, playing with the hem of her blouse. How long were they like this for? Were they really…

“MAKING OUT?” Annie shouts, the door slamming open. Armin’s in the door frame too, holding Iris but covering her eyes. Her face is plastered in what looks like pie.

“WHILE IRIS IS DOWNSTAIRS, IN THE KITCHEN NO LESS!” She’s fuming, slowly making her way towards the bed.

"Fuck!" Iris giggles, and everyone goes quiet. Annie turns to glare at Jean and a shiver runs down his spine. “JEAN KIRSTEIN, YOU ARE A DEAD MAN”.

If Jean died right now, he’d be a happy man.

💜This fic is now also on AO3 !

[horse-breed-a-day]

Hello, as someone who’s Horse Autistic its wonderful to see your blog pop up on my feed with all the pretty horsies, and see so many other people who are Horse Autistic. Love your blog, keep it up.

Especially seeing you talk about Breyers, got quite a few model horses but believe all of mine are Schleich (but I prefer how textured some of them are - especially the heavier breeds with feathering).

What’s the most memorable lesson or other horse you’ve ridden or been into contact with? (If you have any).

Mine was a generic warmblood fleabitten grey gelding called Little Lord. Best lesson horse ever, quite slow but trusty and calm as can be (never spooked or anything beyond getting a bit startled, real seasoned one, perfect for beginner me). Rode him for years until he got some illness and had to be put down (he was quite old already I think), been riding a lot of great horses but he’s my number one ❤️ Still have a Build-A-Bear horse named after him that I treasure deeply.

hello and thank u for the ask friend :D! yippee horsie autism ♾️ 🐎! i used to have a handful of schleichs but i never really got into them as much as i did with breyers 😅 some of them r so gorgeous tho!

thats a great question i think my most memorable lesson was the first time i cantered! it was always so daunting to me because 1. my disability makes my bones suck so i was afraid i wasnt strong enough and 2. i was gonna just wobble and slide off lol! but i stayed on despite being terrified! i think the second most memorable was the first time i tried jumping but i never got too into it! i did get into competing for basic groundwork but the environment was too stressful for me to want to go back lol (i did get 3rd place tho!)

as for most memorable horses ive ridden its def these two:

- Steele (16/17 hh seal brown swedish warmblood gelding)

- Muse (14 hh bay arabian gelding)

these guys were my go-to rides! they were both so gentle (not without their faults of course, Steele was incredibly spooky and would jump at anything he thought was scary) and great buddies in general! Muse was the first horse i ever rode when we moved from PR to the US so hes got a special place in my heart (he fell and broke his hip in the summer of 2016 and had to be put down sadly, but Steele is most likely still around although he was sold back to his previous owners bc they could upkeep his health problems much better than we could)

but yeah sorry for rambling! im so sorry ur lesson horse had to be put down too it doesnt really ever get easy losing a horsie 🫂❤️

[eternal-love]

Austin and Me

“Taste”

“Wife to the ‘king’. Icon to the world. Destined for more.”

Summary: At 18 years old, she fell in love with Austin, at 20 years old, she became his wife, by 22, she was his doll. In which Cynthia’s life changed drastically after falling head over heels with a man that promised her the moon and the stars. She takes us down the memory lane of what could’ve been— the perfect marriage.

Inspired by the book: Elvis and Me by Priscilla Presley.

I do not condemn any of the portrayals I decide to do about certain people, it’s just fanfiction. And it would be divided in parts

English isn’t my first language so I’m trying my best!

MASTERLIST

I was pregnant. Goddamn it. Look, I was married and I knew this would happen, just not so fast. I know that Lori was four years old but it was still pretty fast for me.

However I grew to accept it, now I was less lonely during my pregnancy. I had Lori, I wasn’t mopping the floor like I did when I was pregnant with her. I hoped it would be a girl, I wanted to be able to reuse all the cute clothes Lori used. But if it was a boy, I wouldn’t mind him looking like Austin. I’ve seen pictures of Austin when he was a kid, a baby if you will— he was the cutest baby you could ever see.

But it pained me, I wanted to be able to resume my career but I guess I had to wait. I spent days reading scripts that came in.

I wanted more challenging roles. My dream role was to play into a medieval drama. Play a Queen or a Princess. That would totally be fun, it was something I desired to do for a long time. I have played mostly in horror movies. I was a scream queen. But I wanted something more.

“Mommy! Mommy!” Lori called me, bringing me out my thoughts.

“Yes?” I responded, pinching myself as I felt like daydreaming.

“Horsie!” Lori said excitedly as she held her little gloves.

“Sweetheart. I’m pregnant you know I cannot—“

“But I want to! Please?” Lori gave me her cute puppy eyes and I could not resist her.

“Fine. Let’s go.”

I hadn’t spoken about this before. Remember our house? Strawberry Fields, well. It was in Rodeo Drive, fair enough— the land was immense. We had a stable with our horses.

My horse was named Dolly and Lori’s was Cookie. It was a small horse, and it was Dolly’s child. Our bond went beyond that of mother and daughter. Even our horses were mother and daughter. Austin liked horses too, that’s why he had his own— Whiskey.

I loved riding horses. Most of my life I grew up on a ranch with my grandparents. I knew how to treat cattle and how to treat horses. But I loved horses too much. Unlike having our dog, I felt like the bond with my horses was much more stronger.

I knew I shouldn’t be on horseback but Lori wanted to. So I took Cookie from her box stall and placed Lori on top of the horse. Getting her firm on the saddle.

I walked around with them, gently holding onto Cookie. Lori reminded me so much of me when I was little. That innocence one had when you were oblivious to the world surrounding you. I remember being her age, not knowing the economic situation my parents were going through, or their marriage problems. I began to wonder, if it’s really worth it growing up. If it’s really just the physical changes or if also your whole soul changed.

Because I knew that if my younger self looked at me now, she’d think I was the coolest woman she’d ever seen. And just because— she didn’t have a sense of what suffering was.

Callum was in town, the man really thought Austin was oblivious to his once affair with Cynthia. Dumbass. He should’ve known. He accepted Austin’s offer to go to a bar.

Callum arrived with good face, smiling at Austin. They ordered their drinks. It was a cozy closed bar. Austin smiled at Callum as they both took sips of their drinks before he spoke.

“Listen, man. I know you’re sleeping with my wife.”

Callum almost spat out his entire swig, Jesus Christ above him would punish him once he time came.

“What? Mate, that’s a reach.” Callum laughed, sipping his drink awkwardly.

“You can’t fool me. You know? I was stupid back then before noticing it.” Austin could kill with the look he was giving Callum, really. “Did you enjoy screwing with what was mine? With— what gave me my beautiful daughter? I bet you loved the feeling of burying your pathetic dick onto her.”

“Listen. Okay. I did it, and as a matter of fact— I enjoyed every second of it. Sorry.” Callum said, putting his glass down, his finger gently tracing the edge of the cup.

They were both drinking the same goddamn drink.

“You know, she used to make me this drink every time we had sex. Uh— the sex was good.” Callum smirked. It took everything in Austin to not punch him, because they were in public.

“Watch it.”

“Why? It was good, you know if. You knocked her up once. You must absolutely know how tight she is.” It was like Callum enjoyed taking about it.

“I was here first. I took her first. You don’t get to come here and steal my wife just because you thought you could be fucking Robin Hood and help her out.”

“I couldn’t leave a wife out there feeling neglected. This is your fault, mate. You should’ve been there for her. I’m sorry she chose me as her company.” Callum smirked.

“She won’t choose you, you know? She’s too tied to me now that she won’t be able to even think about it. She’s pregnant again.”

Callum’s smirk faltered a bit but he kept his composure. Leaning in.

“Every time you kiss her, you will taste me too. You know? She gave me head many times. And every time you go down on her, you’ll taste me too. You can have her— I ain’t complaining about sharing.”

Austin clenched his fists before he slowly spoke, leaning in, whispering.

“You son of a bitch.” Austin slammed his fist on the table, catching the attention to himself but he was able to get it off him. “You son of a bitch.” Austin repeated before getting up.

“We can be a little threesome one day.” Callum said with a smirk.

Austin came back to the house an hour later, I didn’t notice him coming. Until I heard his voice.

“There you are!”

I turned around from petting Cookie. I sighed, I thought I had a little more freedom before he came back. I couldn’t bear to look at him. Shame consumed me. Sometimes I felt I was too dumb. Why was I ashamed when he never felt ashamed of doing the same to me.

“My favorite girls.” Austin said, smiling at us. Lori immediately got excited. She loved her daddy.

“She wanted to ride.” I said, patting Cookie once again.

“I want a ride too…” He said, squeezing my waist then his hand traveled to my ass.

I was surprised that he was— horny. Damnit, I should’ve known. Every time he was like that, it was because he had thought about or SEEN Callum.

Next thing you know, he made me passionate love all night. I didn’t remember him being this gentle or sweet. He told me that he did his homework and investigated about pregnancy sex I didn’t know that he was doing this because he wanted me to stop TASTING like Callum, as if he could erase what Callum had once done to me. His hands, his smell, his taste.

Afterwards, Austin cuddled up with me. Kissing my shoulder and neck softly.

“You do love me, right?” He muttered to me. “More than him.”

I stayed silent. Of course I loved him, but I was used to him rejecting my love at times.

“Do you love me?” He asked me once again, sitting up and looking at him.

“What a stupid question.” I responded and he stayed quiet.

Now he felt self-conscious of himself. Perhaps I cheated on him because Callum was fitter, taller, more charismatic, better than him

It was a cold answer.

But now he knew what it feels like.

UNI IS KILLING ME. I finished writing this at my English class.

Love y’all. 🫶❤️

I have another version of this but the character is different. But it has a MUCH MORE EXTENSIVE LORE.

[zazzedcoffee]

There are polls on 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐫 dot com

Quite a few people have been asking how I have been making these polls. To make them I have been using the Tumblr API. While it is currently undocumented – there is a polls API route that allows you to post and get poll data. While the Tumblr UI puts quite a few restrictions on how many polls can be in a single post and when polls finish, the API currently has no restrictions on this*.

Poll Behaviour

Each poll and poll answer has a uuid tag (a "client_id") that should, ideally, uniquely identify each poll and poll answer. Silly things start to happen when you make a post with two polls with the same client_id, or one poll with several answers with the same client_id. This is how I made this monstrosity.

Polls also have an "expire_after" tag that allows you to set the deadline for the poll. While the UI restricts this to one day or one week, you can put in any time you like for this. This is how I made the 50-year horsie poll and whatever this is.

There are other fun things like being able to put newlines in polls which only display on mobile for some reason.

Can you make polls like this too?

Yes. In fact, from the beginning, I have had a python package that handles posting polls in a public GitHub repository. All you would need to do is register an app on the Tumblr API to get the various necessary authentication tokens and go ham**. Just be warned, I don't intend for this to be a fully-fledged implementation of the Tumblr API, but it gets the job done and will be useful for a few other projects I'm working on. I don't know when they are planning on adding polls to the API docs, or the official Tumblr clients – but I presume that by the time they do, these zany polls will sadly be no more. It seems like the polls API is still being worked on and I can imagine a lot of these issues (I call them features) being fixed. So let's have fun with it while it lasts.

Making your own fun poll

Let's try to recreate this post using my tumblr-dot-com package. Following the example on the readme to set up a tumblr object for your blog with the necessary auth tokens, the post can be constructed as:

# ... snip content = ( Content() .poll( "Wie cool ist das bitte?", [ "Jetzt zocke ich Fortnite", "und trinke Cola", "YIPPEE!" ], option_uuids=[uuid4()] * 3 ) )

res = tumblr.post( content=content, tags=["Yippee!!", "polls"], )

# ... snip

Here, the post content is being constructed with a single poll block – the option_uuids is an optional list parameter that allows you to pass custom uuids for the poll options. Here, the option_uuids is being set to the same uuid repeated three times – which causes votes to be counted for all three options at once.

I hope you enjoy this fun little tumblr client – again, it doesn't implement everything from the tumblr API but should be good enough a least to have a play around. Just a final note – since the polls API is not yet final, I am expecting some of the poll-specific behaviour of this client to break at some point – so be warned.

Notes:

* Beyond the other API post restrictions. And, this is probably going to be patched (see this comment).

** This may make your Tumblr account look suspiciously like one of the pretty lady spam bot accounts causing your account to get blasted like mine did.

[love-anddeepression]

i was inspired by @allysunny 's fic where miguel watches snow white and i loved it so much its literally so wholesome. GO READ IT.

and after that i watched a lotr fanart reel with the evenstar theme and i began to wonder how mig would like Lord of the Rings. cuz he has to if the relationship is going to work im sorry-

So here's the product of my labour lmfao im doing the first movie only because this would be way too long if it was all three

MIGUEL WATCHES LOTR(extended edition ofc)

-I feel like he'd come across you either looking at fanart or edits of the characters and be intrigued.

-"what's that, tesoro?" nosy mf he'd smush onto your shoulder from behind, your hair ticking his nose lightly.

"it's lord of the rings, babe. how have you-"

and you realise mans is from 2099 how tf is he going to know what lord of the rings is.

and thats how you end up sitting in front of the tv at 8am in the morning with tea and breakfast and the shire theme playing from the tv.

-"They're dwarves?" Miguel asks when he sees Frodo next to Gandalf

"No, they're Hobbits."

"But Hobbits are basically dwarves?"

"Nope, different race, honey." you kiss his cheek as his eyes squint in confusion.

=Merry and Pip remind him of ahem certain spider people

-He gasps when Bilbo disappears and is like wtf when he sees him reappear and have a meltdown over the ring.

-He gasps AGAIN when you tell him that gandalf actually left frodo in the shire for 17 years and not like a few hours or days

-gets annoyed at merry and pippin AGAIN

-fucking loves samwise but thinks he needs a bit more spine(give him a chance wait till the end of the series)

-he will raise an eyebrow at you trying to stop your squeal when looking at the first glimpse of this strider and his pipe.

-i feel like the nazgul would freak him out(just a little but its the horses)

-THE HORSES i feel like he wont give af honestly about them because he can co exist with widow on the team but since he has the phobia he wouldnt fawn over them(not me pssh i love the pretty horsies)

-absolutely thinks frodo is going to die when hes stabbed by the nazgul

-his eyes widen when arwen our queen rides in and you squeal again

-he admires arwen and her abilities, that scene with the river and the nazgul makes his jawdrop.

-"tesoro i like this movie." "slut" "im YOUR slut" *mwah*

-he loves the rivendell and the set design is honestly breathtaking he gets so into it

-arwen and aragorn are adorable and he holds you tighter when the flashback scene between them is shown

-you clap when you see legolas ride in and he sideeyes you yet AGAIN

-sees the appeal tbh

-he loves that you're so passionate about something and want to share it with him and he sees it as an honour that you're willing to do this, spend an entire day watching a movie series with him its baffling to him

-you on the other hand get worried that he finds it boring but then when he gets into it youre ecstatic that he likes it too and you both can enjoy something thats so close to your heart.

-it can be hard to relate to someone who's so different from you, like mans is spiderman, a geneticist, leads an elite strike dedicated to the multiverse-

-but you both gel in a lot of ways (which is why dude loves you and would die for you and kill for you either way what bliss)despite leading such different lives and now there's one more thing you can bond over and it fills you with happiness and you have to snuggle into him and he holds you tighter in response, smooching the top of your head

-absolutely despises boromir at first(it changes)

-thinks elrond is bossy asf(look whos talking babe)

-he gets worked up when boromir starts coveting the ring and is like he should die

-sniffs when the man actually dies in such a heroic way

-i think he has to cover his mouth when aragorn finds boromir and kisses his forehead because its such an emotional scene and this man has gone through such loss and probably similar things in his own battlefield except he wishes he could have given his teammates better goodbyes.

-when the movie ends yk the way it does he immediately puts on the next one.

-"babe wait i have to pee!" "pee fast then and come back!" *pats your ass as you walk past him and you try to swat him because that doesnt help after holding in your pee for like 3 damn hours

-he really likes it and he loved experiencing it with you, listening to your commentary sometimes, rolling his eyes lovingly when you grin at aragorn or legolas or sam or arwen, but he loved it even more because it was a piece of you that was bared to him and he accepted it and loved it too because it was YOU

-and because its a legendary piece of art.

[hiwaaranit]

Hello!!! I just want to say that your art is beautiful and it is so cool how you incorporate your culture into your artwork!!! What would you say are some of your favorite things to draw?

Oooooooo um I definitely love drawing my ocs, they have been definitely some of my favorite characters to draw and kinda are my comfort characters. They are very precious to me like i even made them little music playlists to go a long with their personalities/voices. I also love like muscles and skeletons and simplifying them into pleasing shapes to my eyes. Like specifically the knee/calve to the ankle and arch of the foot or the arm pit to the breast like I get so excited "LOOK AT THE ARM OIT AND HOW IT CONNECT TO THE BOOB" I love when it comes out all pretty and nice. Pretty much anything doing with learning how to draw something new then going ahead and styling however I what(horsies especially)

[yourlocalghoulette]

Part One ~ Grand Opening

Series masterlist~ Main masterlist~ Meet the horsies~

w/c- 3k

warnings- eventual smut so MDNI, this chapter is pretty much fluff, language, reader has riding trauma but not explained in detail (yet), Joel is a softie for horses and Sarah, he's so sweet he'll make your teeth ache!

lmk if you want to be on the taglist!

horses used to be a favorite past time.

a place in your life where you could feel alive, feel comforted, feel free. an escape from reality. home.

happiness doesn't last forever, and you found that out quick. being the best in your hunter/jumper team didn't mean you had it good. hell, it made it worse. more stress, more demanding work, more pressure from trainers to hold up the team and win the gold medals. but one thing led to another, and after a few mentally and physically abusive trainers and a bad fall, you decided to quit.

quit the one thing that made you happy.

sometimes you wish you could go back in time, to when you were five and sat on a pony for the first time at the fair. your mom always smiled at the memory, saying she wished she could see that light in your eyes once more.

living in Austin, Texas, the land of cowboys, wasn't exactly helpful. horses were everywhere, from hunter barns to trail riding stables. although horses are practically shoved in your face in Texas, you've done pretty well with staying away from them. they bring back too many unpleasant memories.

little did you know that a tiny new stable across town would change your life forever.

Joel Miller adores horses. his life, heart, and soul, or at least some of it.

his daughter Sarah takes up most of his everything. she's his sun, moon, stars, and his rock ever since he woke up in an empty bed eleven years ago. well, the horses too. sometimes the only time he would feel grounded was when he was mounted up in the saddle. it's a strange comfort, knowing that you can trust the 1,000 pound animal with your life. most of the time, of course. he's had his fair share of accidents, as would anyone that's associated with horses.

after years of working double shifts for a contracting company with his brother Tommy, he finally saved enough money up to build his own riding barn.

he doesn't want to be like the showy, expensive barns that are found all over Austin, Texas. he wanted his barn to be a safe house, an escape from reality for whoever walked into his barn. he had grown up in the dressage barn his parents owned, and the toxicity among the members was palpable. everything was a competition.

Joel didn't like that at all. he thinks horses should be a man's best friend, not a ticket to a gold medal. which is why he is opening the new stable. he knows it won't compete with the larger barns around it but at least it will be a home to the few people that come to find it.

your mission to stay away from horses is hijacked when you get a call from your best friend, Sōl, while you're driving home from the coffee shop you work at.

"hey, girlie pop!" you answer the phone, jumping as her voice comes through the car speakers loudly.

"hey, babes!" you hear her cheery voice on the other side of the phone.

"Jesus, Sōl. you're connected to AirPlay and about made me cause an accident," you laugh, turning the car volume down. "what's up?"

"ok, you're not gonna like this," she starts out slowly.

"girl, just tell me," you sigh knowingly, hearing her attempted compelling tone of voice.

"I know you don't really want to be around horses anymore butttt there's a new barn opening in Leander and the grand opening sounds super fun. horse rides, food, and games. you wanna come with me?" she questions slyly, using her sweetest voice to convince you.

you let out a long sigh, running a hand over your face as you stop at a red light. "I don't know, babe. i...I haven't been around horses since...since like high school. I don't know if I'm ready for it."

"come on girl, it's gonna be a good time! and it's not like the other barns you rode at, or like Cedar Ridge." Sōl rides for Cedar Ridge, a large jumper barn outside of Austin, and is one of the best on the team. "listen. I'll send you the website and you can look at it, then decide. okay?" you can hear Sōl's grin through the speakers.

"fine. but it's only a maybe, okay, babe?" you let out an exasperated breath.

once you're back home and settled on the couch in your apartment with a bag of cheddar popcorn, you open the link Sōl texted you and scroll the website. the description catches your eye and you click on the read more button.

Sarah's Stables is a small, family-owned barn located just outside of Austin. our goal is to make people comfortable around horses and to bond with these amazing creatures. we aren't about competitions and gold metals at Sarah's Stables. we believe horses should be a second home, a place to rest your head. we also believe that the privilege of being around horses should be available to everyone, so we have affordable prices and volunteer-to-ride programs as well. come to our grand opening on July 26th!

below the paragraph is a picture of the owner, Joel with his daughter Sarah. you look closer to see that he is undeniably handsome. his dark brown eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiles widely in the photo. brown curls frame his forehead, streaked with a few silver hairs. his jawline is specked with salt-and-pepper scruff. his daughter is beautiful as well, with light brown skin and tight curly hair. you can see the resemblance in their eyes.

you sigh deeply. it doesn't look like the barns you're used to. it looks more relaxed, more fun. and it was only a small plus that the owner is easy on the eyes.

you give in and call Sōl. "i read the website. I'm in," you grin.

who knows, maybe it'll be good for you to see horses again.

July 26th dawns bright and early for Joel. he wakes up with a start to the sound of Sarah knocking on his door.

"Alarm!" she calls into his room.

"shit," he mutters, hitting the top of the beeping alarm with his palm. when he remembers what day it is, his hands turn clammy with nervousness. he glances at the alarm clock. 5:40; he has twenty minutes before he has to go to the barn to feed the horses. he rolls out of bed with a grunt, stretching his limbs. he throws on a worn t-shirt and a pair of jeans and walks downstairs.

he finds Sarah in the kitchen, scrambling eggs over the stove. "mornin', kiddo," he grunts, ruffling her hair as a small smile plays on his lips. "how'd you sleep?"

"i didn't," Sarah grins. "i was too excited and scared. scare-cited... scexcited...?"

"scare-cited sounds right to me," he chuckles, pouring coffee into a red mug.

"i was gonna make pancakes for the big day but you forgot to pick up mix. you're gonna have to settle for scrambled eggs," Sarah hands him a plate, grinning knowingly.

"Was I....I was. sorry, kiddo. I'll pick some up later. I've been a bit stressed lately, obviously." Joel sits down at the table and starts quickly eating the eggs. he picks something out of the eggs and holds it up to Sarah. "shell," he says gruffly.

Sarah grins widely with a mouthful of eggs. "calcium."

"lovely," Joel rolls his eyes. "well, i best be off to feed the horses. Uncle Tommy will be by in a few hours to pick you up. love you, kiddo." he plants a soft kiss on the top of her head before discarding his plate into the sink. he grabs his wallet and phone before sliding on his black Ariat boots.

"love you too, dad. good luck," Sarah sticks her tongue out as he slings his backpack over his shoulder.

the short drive to the barn is quiet, with Long, Long, Time by Linda Ronstadt crackling through the old truck radio. Joel pulls into the barn driveway just as the Texas sunshine starts peeking through the darkness, a sight he'll never get tired of. he can already hear the six horses banging against their stall doors from outside, impatient for their morning grain.

he fishes the door key out of his back pocket and opens the door. he's met with a chorus of snorts and nickers as the hungry horses wait impatiently for their grain.

"mornin', ya little glue sticks. you gonna behave well today?" he grins playfully, stopping at Whiskey's stall, the one-eyed, cinnamon-colored Tennessee Walker gelding. he pets the front of Whiskey's face gently, tracing the long white blaze that splits down his face. "guess what, little man? you get to give pony rides," Joel smiles, his eyes soft and full of admiration for this horse. he know Whiskey loves the kids. he's the sweetest horse, always giving you kisses and loving nudges. though he is missing one eye, his other is very expressive.

Joel parts with his favorite horse to go make feeds, scooping a variety of different grains and supplements into the six color-coded buckets.

once the feed is distributed and the horses are happily munching on their food, Joel gets to work. he sweeps the stall aisles clean of hay and manure, then shovels it into a wheelbarrow. while he's dumping it outside, he sees his younger brother Tommy's truck pulling into the driveway. When Tommy and Sarah come inside, Tommy grins, giving his brother a firm hug.

"Ain't this a sight for sore eyes," he whistles lowly. "it's okay big bro. we'll help you get ready."

Joel rolls his eyes. "fuck you."

"da-ad," Sarah grins. "that's a quarter in the swear jar!"

"you're right, kiddo, sorry," Joel mutters, shaking his head.

"alright, big bro, we gotta get to work," Tommy nudges Joel in the shoulder.

back at your apartment, you're awoken by the sun peeking through your floral-patterned curtains. you groan, shielding the light from your eyes with the back of your hand. you pick up your phone, glancing at the time. 10:23. shit. 40 minutes to get ready. a text notification pops up on your phone from Sōl 😜.

Sōl😜~ morning bb! u ready for today?? im picking you up at 11!

morning girlie! just woke up lol. I'll b ready for u! ~you

you turn on your morning playlist and climb out of bed and into the bathroom, where you dance to Take On Me by A-ha while brushing your teeth. you get dressed into faded blue bell bottoms and a yellow tank top with white flowers. you even pull out your blue cowboy boots that you'd stored away in your closet for so many years. you leave your hair down, knowing you'll probably have to wear a riding helmet later.

it's 11:05 when Sōl knocks on your door, and you answer it quickly. She squeals excitedly, pulling you in for a hug.

"babes, you look so goddamn cute! maybe there'll be some hot cowboy at this here grand opening," she smirks.

"as do you, babe! I know one's gonna be there for sure," you grin as you walk out with Sōl and into her car. "did you see the picture of the owner? whoo-ee."

Sōl nudges your shoulder across the center console. "told ya. this was meant to be."

the car ride is full of laughter, Disney songs, and off-key singing, and you finally pull up to the stables along with a few other cars. the barn is a quaint, white wooden structure with periwinkle blue trim around the open barn door and windows. yellow and white flowers hang from around the overhang over the entrance, where a big banner is posted that reads Sarah's Stables in curly cursive handwriting.

"this place is so cute! this Joel guy sure knows how to decorate," Sōl says approvingly, admiring the small concrete horse figurines standing guard outside the door.

you walk into the clean, homey barn to see Joel Miller in the flesh. God, he's even more handsome than he was in the picture.

"welcome in, darlin'!" Joel smiles warmly, shaking your hand. "the name's Joel. so glad to meet you."

you smile widely as you tell him his name. "I'm excited to be here. this place is gorgeous."

"why, thank you, darlin'," Joel grins proudly. he tries to push the thought of how pretty he thinks you are away. "do you ride?"

you bite your lip for a second before nodding. "used to. haven't really been around horses since high school."

"how come?" his dark brown eyes soften, studying your face. Sōl has ran off to see the horses at this point.

"I rode at a few hunter jumper barns on a high level," you explain. "you....probably know how those trainers can be. I didn't exactly want to go back after how they treated me."

Joel nods understandingly. "I know exactly how it is. my parents owned a dressage barn for my whole childhood. everyone's always after everyone's ass and trying to be better than the other and such. it wasn't a healthy environment for me as a kid." "dressage, huh? you seem more like a cowboy to me, Joel," you smile infectiously. "it's the accent, believe me. don't let it fool ya." he chuckles. "oh, there's some new guests. I gotta go introduce myself. there's pony rides, games and drinks outside through that door."

"thanks," you stare after him as he walks away, admiring the way his broad shoulders fill out the sleeves of his navy blue t-shirt. you walk out the door Joel had directed you to, immediately spotting Sōl who is already talking up a storm with a tall, younger blonde man wearing a cowboy hat. you grab a sparkling raspberry lemonade can from the cooler and walk over to them.

"hey, girlie! bout time you made it out here," Sōl grins. "this is Chase. He rides at Cedar Ridge on my team."

he tips his hat to you as you politely tell him your name. you gently nudge Sōl's shoulder. "wanna go look around?"

"sure. see you later, cowboy," Sōl flashes a wink towards Chase, who blushes slightly.

you and Sōl walk the barn aisles, admiring the cleanliness of it. you inhale the mixture of horse, hay, and manure, an odd smell you always found oddly comforting. you take in your surroundings, admiring how beautiful the simplistic decorations are. you peek in the tack room, which is unsurprisingly clean and organized. each intricately stitched saddle sits on its own stand, polished to perfection.

"this place feels...different," you say thoughtfully, peeking into a stall and smiling at the sight of a little chestnut shetland pony.

"different how? awww, look at this cutie." she scrunches her nose up at the shetland, giving his muzzle a little boop.

"I don't know. it feels comforting....like home." you stroll down to the next stall to find a tall black percheron. the small handwritten sign on his stall reads that he's an 18 year old gelding named Amadeus, and he was rescued along with the Shetland from an animal hoarder.

"I see what you mean. feels a lot less fancy and...sterilized than the other barns we've ridden at."

"and the trainer is nicer," you say quietly, tracing the white star on Amadeus's forehead. Sōl raises a knowing eyebrow.

"is someone developing a crush?"

you shoot her a pointed look. "no....no. it's just... refreshing for it to feel like the owner actually cares."

"someone's developing a crush?"

your eyes widen as you hear Joel's voice behind you and you spin around to face him, a flustered expression on your face. "no one," you grin. "just Sōl being a bit of a menace." you try to laugh it off.

Joel smirks and looks over at Sōl who just shrugs innocently. "anyways, I wanted to talk to you before more people come. I'm in dire need of some extra help, having the barn just startin' up and such. you seem to know your stuff, and-" he gestures to Amadeus's calm expression as you pet him. "the horses seem to be relaxed around you."

you purse your lips, taking a deep breath. are you really ready for this? after so long not being around horses....no. you push that thought out of your mind. this place feels good. feels natural.

"of course. i...this opportunity will be good for me. I need to gain confidence around horses again." Joel's eyes crinkle as he smiles, obviously relieved.

"thank you so much, darlin'. you're truly a blessin'. I'll pay you of course. looking forward to see you around."

[ponyponyponyyy]

I am so intrigued with the idea of a "chaos" pony I would love a dedicated post explaining them

OOOOOH YAY THANKYOU FOR THE ASK I WAS GONNA SAVE THE CHAOS POST 4 AFTER THE 8-PONY-RACES POST(S) BUT I THINK I WILL DO IT FIRST HERE BECAUSE U ASKED ABT IT HUEHEHEHE

so as previously explained: CHAOS MAGIC forms when there is a lack of magic in a single area, which causes many different magics to rush in & fill the void. a chaos pony can be formed in 2 ways: the first is when different magics are introduced in utero, OR the pony has their magic permanently stripped from them artificially.

the 1st kind, commonly known as lesser chaos ponies, are generally pretty weak magic-wise due to the clashing of magics in the individual being smoother & ultimately leaving more room for the chaos to cool off, leaving the poor horsie with very little magical abilities(if at all). if they do have an ability its usually pretty weird for what the chaos pony's race is supposed to do. 2 examples of lesser chaos ponies are scootaloo & pinkie pie; scootaloo is a chaos pony due to her lack of sky magic(& inability to fly as a result) & pinkie became one due to her living around a fuckton of rocks(& a whole lot of earth & crystal magic as a result) as a filly which messed w her magic levels enough to generate enough chaos magic to give her the supernatural sixth sense u see in the show.

the 2nd kind(greater chaos ponies) are often sigificantly stronger than their natural counterparts due to their magic literally being plucked out all at once, resulting in a much higher generation of chaos magic. ponies wanting to get powerful FAST often perform purge spells on themselves to jumpstart the process(though depending on how much magic they had already + how much they purge theres a fair chance that the poor horsie just fucking explodes from the sheer pressure lmao). 2 good examples of greater chaos ponies are king sombra & nightmare moon; king sombra was one of those crazy horsies who purged ALLL his magic to become a chaos pony & blew himself up as a result(its why hes semi-incorporeal & obsessed w crystals in the show; hes using crystals to stabilise his barely-there body). nightmare moon(& technically also luna) is a chaos pony because like sombra, she also partially purged her magic to transform into a chaos pony(due to this, princess luna is technically no longer an alicorn, shes a chaos pony w an alicorn-like form)

if a chaos pony keeps their magic at a certain level, they can transform into a draconequus aka a being of PURE chaos that barely counts as a pony the longer theyre a draconequus. ill save the draconefication process for the transformation post cos this ones already long as fuck lmao

[bentleysbeetle]

beeble my friend may i have a tarot reading for the new year?

Yeah of course!! :D Okay so that would be uh... Woah!! 13 cards!!! 12 on the outside, one for each month, and then one in the middle for the general thing...

Ok, first card for January, is the 4 of cups! And it has 4 cups in a river!! Ummm it looks like a pretty stable gathering- so I think maybe you'll find 4 very stable cups in a river. Maybe. My brain still hurts with words so I can't check. It could also be that uhhhh things will flow nice? For four uhh for four days? Or four people around you? I think cups can be people. So good luck or flow for you and 3 of those around you :D

Then for February we have the 8 of pentacles-- I thought there was only 7 on the card for a moment but it's 8 :) As we all know, 8 is great, and there's a big open field, so I think you'll be great within your field! :D I might actually be right on that wow...

For March!! You're gonna love March!! It's the 8 of swords :D You'll get 8 swords and they look VERY holy! They're in a circle!! Gasp, maybe it'll come full circle!!! You need those 8 swords for something Abby. Good luck, you got this

Then for April we have the two of wands BUT it's reversed! So two of wands would normally mean that uhh- it's like everything burned down except two pillars, so then, everything will not burn except two pillars! Make sure to tell your pillars you love them!!

For May you got the two of pentacles! You will find two very pretty shields, it looks like!! Or you'll have to protect someone twice?? Oh gosh I'm not sure...

Which one was first- I think June was first? For June you got 10 of swords!! They form a pretty pattern, like a thick ring with a diamond! You'll be on your marry way then, with swords? 10 is also a complete number, so you'll be done with any sword activities you'll be doing next year.

Then July is seven of pentacles but reversed, so ummmm.... Seven rhymes with heaven and the pentacles look like shields, so right way up it could mean you're stopping heaven, but reversed you're either saving someone from going to heaven or you're stopping hell? I think it's the last one.... Oh gosh good luck abby

August is the six of cups, so maybe you get 6 really nice drinks and a break from all that protecting :)

September is ace of cups reversed, and it looks like all of the water is falling OUT of the cup, so I think you're gonna be reeeeeally thirsty that month.

October is the four of wands reversed, and again it looks sort of like pillars in a fire, so that would mean you'll gain pillars, either in a fire or not.

November is the nine of wands reversed so I think I'm right. You get some pillars in October, and then maybe another few in November! :) be careful though because they're stacked like an upside down pyramid! They could fall D:

And then December is the chariot reversed! It has someone in a chariot and they look a little mad. Maybe it's because the two horsies are going opposite directions? And one's black and the other's white. So I think they have balance but in a bad way, so December will be wobbly but in a good way! Yay! :D

And the last card, for the whole year is the hermit reversed! It's a person with a cool wizard robe and wizard staff holding a wizard lantern! Also there's a snake around the wizard staff! It's probably a wizard snake. And they look very lonely walking through the dark. So you'll have lots of company as you're walking in the light! :D I think this year might not be the year to take up wizardry through :( sorry Abby

I hope you like it!! Good luck! Stay hydrated and watch out for shields, swords, burning pillars and demons!!!

(more serious reading under the cut)

OK HI so excited for this

This one's definitely something. This deck doesn't usually give me cards with the face side up, but it gave me SEVEN of the cards face side up. I usually take this as the message being even stronger or those cards having more relevance. I do also want to tell you to ignore whatever doesn't resonate with you.

January: 4 of cups (face side up)

Cups represents emotions, and 4 represents stability and structure. You'd think they'd say you'll be emotionally stable, but instead this adds up to boredom. Rather than it being like, oh you'll get bored out of nowhere or your emotions will suddenly stabilize I think it's supposed to be that there's more of the same. Things will keep going the way they have been and that'll get dull.

February: 8 of pentacles (back side up)

Pentacles typically represents tangible things, y'know, items, but this deck specifically puts weight on pentacles representing money. 8 is a stable number that still has things to achieve. The eight of pentacles will represent an offer, something that will get you money as a reward. The cards advise you take this offer, saying you could get good things out of it. Whether you have an investment you want to make... Or hey, maybe you spot a reeeeally cool necklace somewhere

March: 8 of swords (face side up)

All these 8's are really standing out to me by the way. This may just be the synesthesia talking but the eight of swords feels like your card. It has swords on it. And to me 8 is a number that is very very red, the same red that your name is. To m e.

Swords usually represent some kind of conflict, and the eight of swords represents a relationship or a project falling apart, that you can't do anything about. I do not like how drawn I am to this card, Abby. It says to talk to the people around you and to gather your thoughts. I swear I was thinking good thoughts for u while I was shuffling this deck 😭 my gut reaction to this card was like "Oh hell yes :D new projects/relationships for her fuck yeah" so let's hope the manual's wrong 😭😭

April: 2 of wands reversed (face side up)

The number two represents partnership, and wands represents inspiration/projects. Unfortunately, since it's reversed, we have to interpret it the worst way possible. So this represents a disagreement between in a partnership. It says that money could be a cause of the problem, or an imbalance in the amount of housework people do.

May: 2 of pentacles (face side up)

Oh my G O D what is it with these housework mentions xD you may be experiencing some economic instability, but if you play it smart you'll be fine. It is again suggesting there may be an imbalance in the amount of housework done at home. Because we all know if you don't hsve to vaccuum the rugs then you're more financially stable! /silly Maybe ask for a weekly allowance xD ok but really if you do wind up struggling with your finances then watch what you're spending and all will be fine <3

June: 10 of swords (face side up)

10 is the most complete number, and will often represent a sort of end to things. Swords supposedly have dramatic ends. A relationship or an arrangement will have a dramatic and maybe painful, but needed end. Thankfully though in hindsight it'll be easy to see how needed it is. Again, hoping I'm wrong here 😭

July: 7 of pentacles reversed (back side up)

7 is considered a "perfect" number, it's often you know, THE lucky number, and it's complete without being an end, like 10. Reversed, this card can mean that you have too much on your hands, that you or someone you know will be in an economic crisis. The problem might appear bigger than it is though, so as long as you do something about it even if it might not seem all that helpful, you'll be fine. Be prepared for an eventful summer 😭

August: 6 of cups (back side up)

On a complete sidenote this is a swedish deck with a swedish manual so it does say "sex i bägere" which I am reading as "sex in cups". Alternatively if someone were to say this out loud a bit fast it could sound like "sexy cups".

6 is a positive number, and can represent things like hope! :D

Advantaged of experience, that's the summary of this card. Some old knowledge you have or something you've learned through experience will come in handy 💪🏻 this got me thinking of your old job honestly, so maybe you have more horrible customer service coming your way. I am joking that is not what I'm getting from this ahsjddhj

It also mentions that you could meet an old friend or acquaintance :D new ideas can spark inspiration within you, setting you off on a new journey :3!! maybe by the end of the year you'll be a blacksmith making really cool swords lol

September: Ace of cups reversed (back side up)

The number one can represent new beginnings and decisions! It is the start of all things! We're ignoring zero in this, which is arguably the actual start. Then again there is no zero of cups. This is reversed however so there is a lack of a start! A standstill, even! This card could either be representative of a problem in a relationship, hindering growth and bonding, but it could also represent a fear of not having enough time or energy for kids, relatives or friends. Notice also how the cup on the image is literally being drained. It's like a visual representation of bonds dwindling D:

It doesn't feel like it'll be all that big of a problem though, so let's hope not

October: 4 of wands reversed (back side up)

Four of wands reversed can represent a lack of structure and balance in your life, which I could see leading to some frustration. Changing variables might set you back from achieving your goals, but you should be open-minded and flexible with it, go with the flow, and everything will work out eventually.

November: 9 of wands reversed (face side up)

The number 9 can represent momentum, reaching the height of a situation, and I'm really just feeling anxious anticipation right now. Unrelated but I just noticed a typo in the book lol it says ten of swords instead of wands right under the nine of wands lollll

A reversed nine can represent stress, the image on the card does also look to me sort of like expectations weighing down on you. Take your time with things, Do not Push Yourself. Let yourself Relax. Don't take on more than you can carry. You are allowed to do nothing. You are a person with needs, like the big lions and like the small bugs, you too need to take a moment every so often to do nothing.

December: The Chariot reversed (face side up)

Ahh a big arcana card, these ones are always exciting. This card is depicting a man in a chariot, with two horses pulling. One black and one white, each facing slightly different directions. Normally it represents decisiveness, self-control and travel, but reversed it can mean arrogance, standstills and travel plans. Someone's arrogance can hinder one of your plans, it feels like it could possibly be a big plan, and due to a misunderstanding or maybe refusal to admit they're wrong, plans and dates keep being changed and pushed around.

General: The Hermit reversed (back side up)

The Hermit depicts a man that totally does look like a sad wizard with a snake on his staff, carrying a lantern. The card is dark except for the light coming from the lantern. Normally he would represent isolation and inner wisdom. When reversed, this isolation may be involuntary. It feels like maybe 2025 could show you some problems that could make it difficult to reach out to people. It could also just be that you need some time alone to not do anything, or to not be okay, to accept a situation that's been hard to accept. It could also mean you're overanalyzing things and not listening to your heart enough.

I think at the end of the day that these cards are extremely pessimistic. They really talk about the worst side of things. Thankfully though what I felt was trying to be communicated the strongest were the more positive things, at least. The things that stuck around in my head for this is that you should remember that you're allowed to take your time with things, even if that means taking time to not be productive or to just be sad. Remember to reach out to people and talk, you have loads of friends, that's what they're here for.

And hey. If anything, Beetle's reading comes from the heart so they're probably the most correct. Good luck fighting off demons. Stay hydrated. I love you /pl