#and she was sent there to recover?

[witcheyedcrow]

She hadn't seen an actual horse in nearly twenty years, and it wasn't as if books were very specific about how they worked. So even if her first instinct had been to touch the majestic animal, her hand stopped mid-air and she murmured: "Does it bite?"

@avictimofthejazz moving reply to its own post.

Kelly had gotten used to hearing many questions from people over the years… but someone asking her if a horse bit was, admittedly, not one she heard every day. At least not from adults. Occasionally a small child might ask, but normally only if someone in their family possessed a foul-tempered animal. None of the animals on Maggie’s farm were ill-humored though. The closest they ever came was Baracus’s horse, and he was merely grumpy. The only person he ever tried to nip was Templeton, reflecting the complicated relationship his owner had with the con artist. This horse though, was the Morgan and his temperament reflected Kelly’s own more than anyone else’s. The animal nickered curiously, and huffed a breath over Ada’s outstretched hand as if laughing at her question.

Kelly shook her head, politely keeping the humor off her features as she realized that their guest meant the question seriously. “No, no, Colan won’t hurt a soul.” She assured Ada, stroking the horse’s neck gently.

Colan, for his part, watched Ada somewhat impatiently. Always fond of affection, he knew the upraised hand meant some kind of attention should have been coming, except that something stalled the natural order of the universe. That irked him, and he huffed again.

Kelly ignored the horse’s flair for dramatics as she offered more information. “Any animal will bite, of course, but the worst Colan might do will be to accidentally nip someone if he goes after his apple too eagerly. You would have to truly anger or scare him to get a real bite out of him.”

She hadn't known they liked apples either, but there was no point in saying so out loud. Ada took her word for it, having no other choice - but then, most women had been nice to her - and gently, carefully, brought her hand to the horse's head, letting her fingers run through the hair at the top and following the shape of the crest. Her lips pulled into a small uncertain smile, brightening at the pleasant feeling and the knowledge that the horse was likely enjoying it too.

"It's strange," she murmured, "And nice." Her eyes darted to the woman at her side, not as trusting of humans as she was of animals. But it was all nice. Being outside, smelling the grass, with an animal there and no one seemingly about to attack her over the smallest mistake. It was peaceful. She wished the rest of her life could so. "Can I come here to see the horses again?" she asked, still unsure of just how free to move she was. Because mistakes could still be made and she didn't wish to find out where the line was, not with somewhat scary-looking men in the house.

[tastycitrus]

come join the cygnus knights

please ignore that our empress is currently in a coma

[traumainpyjamas]

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[secretsofthewilde]

Wentworth textposts 12/?

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[turrondeluxe]

How did all the mutanimals die in your universe, you know, so I can cry more after reading the Idw comics

The Mutanimals in the AU died the same day Splinter got nearly fatally wounded during the peace treaty.

Mikey would not find out about it until after Splinter's health stabilized and Leo recovered Raph's body.

The saddest part about it all wasn't the fact that they were taken by surprise, ambushed and died swarmed by foot soldiers. It was that they actually tried contacting the brothers before perishing, but nobody answered because the brothers and Splinter were getting attacked at the same time and trying not to die.

Mikey didn't even get to say goodbye properly.

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

Oh god.

This summer you sent our mutual friend a package, to get to me. An heirloom, a bit of camp history. Passed down to me.

And on that package, your phone number and address. Your phone number, that I had long deleted from my phone because the urge to call you was always too strong.

When I last saw you in person, you said that when you finally moved to the city it would be with your girlfriend. You would move in together. And surely, she would become your fiancee and then your wife.

There it is. On the package. Your new address, in the city.

I have to keep myself from calling you right now. You probably have my number blocked, and I truly don't know what I'd do if you answered. But I would give anything to hear your voice again.

Even if it's just you saying, "Hello? Who is this?" While her voice is in the background, asking you what you want for dinner.

At this point, I don't even need to be the voice in the background asking what you want for dinner.

I just wish I could be the voice on the other end of your phone call.

[dreamedfyre-a]

i'm thinking so much about hel and her children today for some reason. how she was way too young to be a mother and quite frankly relied entirely on the servants and ladies and her mother at first, and how she would have struggled with not knowing how to be a mother when she wasn't even an adult, and how her sensory sensitivities (especially when it comes to sound and touch) would make it harder to deal with her children, and how easily overwhelmed she would be

but also how she loves and cares for them and keeps them close most of the time. she's with them so often even though strictly speaking she didn't have to be. but she loves them and she wants them close, whether they're playing indoors or she's taking them to dreamfyre (rip to anyone who tried to say 'but it's dangerous' she trusts dreamfyre with her life and with her children's lives too)

when her little prince is born, it's a lot easier. she's older (young, still, but even so) and she has experience, it's also one (1) baby instead of two. she's a little less terrified overall. he's the one she spends the most time with since he was very little

[foulbearobservation]

eli sent me some comics and the gamers had to investigate before they deemed it Safe for me 😭

[evildilf2]

My mom called me & asked me if I would help her write a kids book about my cat that passed in may & asked me if there was anything I would say to my younger self for comfort. I didn’t have the heart to say I feel guilty & resentful, I feel like he could still be alive and that we killed him. I feel bad that he didn’t understand why I had to leave my moms house when I turned 18. I worry that he thought I didn’t love him anymore. She said I sounded monotone & unenthused, she probably thinks I’m an emotionless machine or something.

[nerdie-faerie]

I personally love it when my mum tries to guilt trip me, certainly doesn't leave me conflicted

[witcheyedcrow]

@sharp-teeth-and-wide-grins x Hewlett

She had felt like a ghost in Whitehall, barely appearing during the day but roaming at night; she didn't want to meet strangers so that was when she'd explore or, like in this case, try to understand what sort of weapon that was. She gently poked it with a finger, walked around it, noticed there was a piece of glass, and just then she saw the Major and nearly jumped out of her skin. Well, that was one way to get herself hurt again, angering yet another officer in a red coat. "I didn't-I didn't-I wasn't." She nearly stumbled back, already knowing she had no way out, his men were everywhere and she was still too hurt to run. "My apologies, I didn't know it was your weapon."

[grimmjowjaegerjaquez]

will also say that all my thinking about bleach and thus also my old bleach ocs, i am rethinking ways to combine two of the stories i had for them (lorcan's story, and alice's story. like they both originally involved a certain bat lmfao) and now i am like. i mean it started as me just thinking "well this would be a good way to consolidate everything" and now i am thinking about shipping them together and i am losing my mind. how do i keep doing this to myself.

[loverboybrightsideghost]

wow i hate medical malpractice

[dashiellqvverty]

recently we had a patron trying to set up an insurance plan - she just came in to print out a statement then realized the plan was wrong, so she had to call the company to get more information. they told her the only way to change the plan was with the member portal online, and that someone from that department could help her change it over the phone, but she had to set up the account first. it was a slow day so i was able to help her do that, BUT THEN. after entering and submitting all the information. it did not send her an email to finish setting up the account. we ended up calling again and i spoke with someone with her (again, it was VERY dead and we were just at the desk trying to figure this out) BUT because this was for her HUSBANDS insurance they wanted HIM to confirm the information and the reason she was doing this for him is because he is over NINETY and CANT. and i'm not against saying "yes thats me" when youre calling on behalf of someone else but i dont think i couldve passed as a 90 year old man. anyway i wrote down everything that he was going to need to tell them and exactly the steps she needed to take and told her she could come back the next day for help setting up the account (i think once the account is set up i will be able to make the changes for her without needing to make another call) but she hasn't been back :(

[afriblaq]

Events leading up to Billie’s death.

—In 1939, Billie Holiday recorded the first great protest song of the Civil Rights Movement, ‘Strange Fruit’ —“Strange Fruit” was originally a poem written by Abel Meeropol, under his pseudonym Lewis Allan, as a protest against lynchings and later set it to music. First performed by Meeropol’s wife and their friends in social contexts, his protest song gained a certain success in and around New York

—The song soon came to Billie Holiday’s attention, and after so many frequent requests of that song, she closed out EVERY performance with it. The waiters would stop serving ahead of time for complete silence, the room would darken, a spotlight would shine on Holiday’s face, and there would be no encore

—Radio stations in the South wouldn’t play it, record labels wouldn’t record it, oa BUT YET, the song rose in the charts selling over I million copies. Despite the success, a government agency was determined to shut her down.

—One night in 1939, Holiday received a warning from the Federal Bureau of Narcotics to never sing the song again. This order was led by FBN commissioner Harry Anslinger, also known as an “extreme racist in the 1920’s”. He had a mission to eradicate all drugs everywhere, and believed jazz music was the problem. His attack on this genre of music was racially led.

—Holiday’s known struggles with alcohol, drugs, and vocal voice against white supremacy made her a target. He sent undercover agents after her, including arranging for her abusive husband to set her up.

—She was put on trial (The United States of America vs. Billie Holiday) just wanting to recover, but was sent to prison and her cabaret license was revoked. That didn’t keep her down. She continue to perform “Strange Fruit” even at a sold out show at Carnegie Hall

—In 1959, Holiday collapsed and was sent to the hospital with liver disease and goes into heroin withdrawal. Her friend managed to have the hospital give her methadone to help her recover.

—Arslinger’s team arrested her on her hospital bed cutting off her methadone medication after claiming to have found heroin in her bedroom. I0 days later, Holiday died.

In other words, they murdered her.

[da-millerrrrr]

After visiting Conning Creek, Ochette is noticeably quieter. She goes hours without saying a word and hardly smiles for days. The rest of the group wonders why Juvah would send a child at all. They want to help her but she keeps insisting she's fine. One day, Castti hugs her after tending to a wound and she turns into a sobbing mess, complaining about how much she detests Juvah and how she just wants to go home and live a normal life like her peers. Ochette should snap, either by crying or going absolutely feral methinks.