#horse full Monty

[steve-damngoodbabysitter]

I hate how there’s no the full Monty content on here 😭😭 the stuff that is is all about Gaz and while I love his character I’m really shocked that no one is really talking about Horse?? Like the show did so well with portraying his life and really all the characters struggles but Horses story broke me I was sobbing at the last episode and no one’s really talking about it directly…

[medievalandfantasymelee]

THE HOT MEDIEVAL & FANTASY MEN MELEE

SECOND ROUND: 36th Tilt

King Richard III Plantagenet, The White Queen (2013) VS. Will Scarlett, The Adventures of Robin Hood (1938)

Propaganda

King Richard III Plantagenet, The White Queen (2013) Portrayed by: Aneurin Barnard Defeated Opponents: - “Taunting French Guard” [John Cleese], Monty Python and the Holy Grail (1972) - Robin Hood [Richard Todd], The Story of Robin Hood and His Merrie Men (1952)

“These puppy eyes could turn anyone into a Yorkist. "He's so pretty I want to cry".”

Will Scarlett, The Adventures of Robin Hood (1938) Portrayed by: Patrick Knowles Defeated Opponents: - Syrio Forel [Miltos Yerolemou], Game of Thrones (2011-2019) - King Caspian X [Samuel West], BBC’s Prince Caspian and the Voyage of the Dawn Treader (1989)

“Will Scarlett: red Gucci boots. a little lute that he likes to strum. does absolutely nothing relevant to the plot and I think punches a guy, MAYBE once? is otherwise functionally useless. nonviolent king of the twinks. clearly the best character in robin hood (1938)”

Additional Propaganda Under the Cut

Additional Propaganda

For Richard III:

“Beautiful Richard. Were I Anne Neville, I too would have been in love with him from the moment I met him. His voice is like the wind; but a whisper, unless he must needs raise it, and then it is a roar; loud and powerful and terrible. I desire him.”

“He's supposed to be the most villain ever but he's so hot in a wet pathetic way. your kingdom for a horse? no need dicky you can ride me.”

For Will Scarlett:

“Will Scarlett, gorgeous, useless vision in red that you are. Truly the template for the useless vibing Merry Man who does nothing but chill and sing little songs.”

"reasons to vote for will scarlett:

he's useless. he does 0 things that contribute to the story beyond vibes. he is the icon for all of us who would drop into a swashbuckler adventure story and then do nothing besides look fantastic and fuck the hot male lead.

resources are limited and yet for some reason robin hood keeps around a man with 0 backstory, no fighting skills, who wears bright red when they're trying to sneak up on people and reacts to robin actually trying to save lives by looking like this:

"3. he plays the lute. he sings little songs when robin is getting his ass kicked. again, deeply relatable and who we all want to be

4. he is visually linked by wearing scarlet with robin's other main love interest, maid marian, who wears red at the pivotal moment she falls in love with robin hood (will scarlett, already happily esconsed in permanent fuckbuddy status, wears it continually)

"this tournament is full of manly men, heroic men, good and true men. but if we're getting truly hot we need to include some Useless Bastards, and peregrin took can not hold down this important coalition alone."

[thehypnone]

Sundown: Chapter 11

WC: 1,2K

Relationship: SwissAlps

Tags: AU; Cowboy!Swiss x Barmaid!Mountain, Transfeminine Mountain, Fluff, Date Gone Wrong, Shooting

Their conversations as they ride are light—as always—and every second spent just being with Mounty makes Swiss even more sure that what he’s planning on doing is right.

Notes: You might hate me for the next few chapters...

Playlist here. / Chapter 1 here or on AO3.

Read chapter 11 under the cut or on AO3.

It still feels like it was only yesterday that Swiss had stumbled into Mounty’s saloon, exhausted after a long journey and in desperate need for a drink. At the same time, though, it feels as if they’ve known each other for decades.

In reality, it has been a year. 

Nearly a year. Three hundred and sixty four days.

The anniversary is tomorrow and Swiss has things planned for them. He’s been an anxious mess about it for a few weeks now, getting support and encouragement from Dewdrop, Rain and Phantom. He just hopes Mounty hasn't figured his plan out considering it’s not their anniversary; that’s a few weeks later. He feels like he’s going to pass out from stress anyway.

They wake up as usual, limbs tangled together under a fluffy blanket, with Swiss’ head resting on Mounty’s chest. Right over her heart; he’s already memorized its rhythm. It’s his favorite music.

The barmaid is still sound asleep, blissfully unaware, and Swiss shifts with all the gentleness in the world so as not to wake her. He rolls over onto his side and rests his head on a bent arm, wanting to stare at her peaceful face for just a little longer. He could stare at her for hours on end, really, and not get bored. He’ll never get bored of her.

Mounty’s chest is bare, rising and falling steadily as she breathes, the blanket covering her from a belly button down; excluding a long leg thrown carelessly over the heap. There’s a perfectly twisted lock of auburn hair on her face, moving slightly with each breath she takes. It must tickle her a little bit, Swiss notes as he watches her nose twitch and scrunch up against the offending strand. He smiles and reaches to gently push it away so it can join the rest of her beautiful hair; spread all over the pillows like a bronze halo around her head.

Swiss watches her until she starts to shift, waking slowly. He leans down, then, and slots his lips against hers. He wants to pull back again to meet her eyes when she opens them, but instead he finds himself being pulled down by his shoulders.

“Mmm…g’morning, cowboy.”

Swiss laughs as he flops back down. This time he kisses Mounty with more purpose and she reciprocates.

“Good morning, sweetheart.”

It’s a solid hour before they emerge from their room, having gotten dressed and ready for the day. They go downstairs, but not without stealing some more kisses on the way.

Once they’re down there, too, of course.

Swiss readies both horses himself when the barmaid is taking care of preparing tea down in the saloon. Then he jumps over to Rain’s pub to grab their breakfast having planned it with the other man in advance.

“Here you go,” Rain smiles at him, handing him a basket full of gloriously smelling steaming food. “Good luck, cowboy.”

“Why, thank you,” he chuckles, though it’s hard to conceal his nervousness. “By the way, my gun’s gonna stay upstairs.”

Rain’s not sure why it’s important for him to know that, but he nods in acknowledgment anyway, before waving the man goodbye. Back in the saloon, Mounty finishes brewing their tea. “Brought some goodies, sweetheart.”

The barmaid hums in approval at the delicious smell and grabs a few plates. Swiss tries not to think about his plan as they eat, but it’s incredibly hard when Mounty looks at him with nothing but love in her eyes. What on earth did he do to deserve her?

It feels like a mere blink of an eye between them waking up and hopping up onto Monty and Taika. Swiss leads them down the main road and out of Sundown; it’s easy for Mounty to guess where it is that they’re going with there not being many spots worth spending time at around. One of them is a rather small, but exceptionally beautiful and peaceful grove just on the outskirts of the little town. It’s an amazing place full of big old trees, hundreds of flowers and singing birds.

Their conversations as they ride are light—as always—and every second spent just being with Mounty makes Swiss even more sure that what he’s planning on doing is right.

If Swiss can be sure of one thing in the world, it’s that they’ve been made for each other.

They hop back down once the ground below their horses’ hooves turns from dry sand to a soft forest ground covered in leaves, bark, flowers and branches. The cowboy takes Taika from his girl and loosens both horses’ girths so they can graze on some grass here and there. When he turns back to Mounty he can’t help but gasp.

She looks like a goddess surrounded by the rich greens of a forest in full bloom. With her hair down and her dress flowing around her equally gracefully as she walks and looks around the breathtaking place.

She is breathtaking.

Swiss can’t wait a second more.

He shoves one of his clammy hands into his pocket, squeezing a little box waiting in there. Mounty doesn’t seem to notice, focused on taking in the landscape.

The cowboy pulls his hand and the box out and gets down on one knee.

He clears his throat and Mounty turns to him with confusion in her eyes. “Swiss, what are you–”

“Sweetheart, you are everything I ever wanted in life and more. You gave me back purpose, made me a better man and showed me that even though the night can be dark and scary, the sun is always going to rise again and chase the evil away. I’m eternally grateful for all you are and all you do.”

Swiss opens the little box to reveal a beautiful ornate ring.

“Mounty, love of my life,” he says and it’s just now that what he’s about to do really hits the barmaid. She gasps and presses a hand against her mouth as tears well up in her eyes. “Will you do me the honor of–”

He doesn’t get to finish the question as chaos is unleashed.

What was supposed to be one of the happiest moments of their life becomes a blur of terrified screams, agitated horses and the ground shaking.

Shots start flying out of nowhere, Swiss feels pain slashing across his arm and he falls back before he can jump in to protect his girl. Out of the corner of his eye he sees Mounty’s mare rear and buck before falling down as she gets shot. There’s no time for the man to process what’s happening before Taika knocks the barmaid down in her panic, too, and Mounty cries out in pain when her legs give out under her on the uneven ground.

Swiss scrambles to get up and run for her, tripping over roots. Too blinded by fear for her safety, he doesn’t notice the barmaid shaking her head and gesturing for him to turn around.

“Swiss, behind you!” she yells in warning with a hurt voice, but it’s too late. Sharp pain blooms from the back of the cowboy’s head and everything goes dark.

[shugar0cone]

Shooting for the stars

Pt 1

“All the people knew the story of the ancient evil of Zhan Tiri and the inventions of demanitus but lost in tracks of time there was a 3rd, she was known as the goddess of the stars, she helped travelers cross the seas, made constellations into stories, and most importantly made the sun drop and the moon opel. She lived with humanity and thrived with them, she helped all for she was the gift. She loved humanity and believed in their wellness, so she gave us the sun and moon to share her power, but in typical human fashion they were greedy for the power wars broke out and this angered the goddess. When she asked for her gifts back they refused and turned on her, she had not choice but to fight. her battle armor was made of the stardust her weapon only she could hold. she fought the humans until she got the sun in moon back. She realized the power and dangers of having them together so she entrusted two of her most loyal followers, deminucus and Zhan Tiri. And you know how the story goes.”

I say to my sister as she brushed my hair. It was nice to have repunzel back even though we are only adopted sister it sure felt like we where blood. I can tell she was lost in thought i knew alot has came up, heck she got back and now she was pretty much thrown into royal duties.

“You ok raps?”

She snapped out of her thoughts and looked at me. Her sunshine mood was darkened maybe it was stress or maybe sshe was processing things.

“Peachy, just ya know feeling pressure, but it aint nothing i can handle.”

I got up from my spot to hug her.

“I’ll be here for you.”

I gave her a warm smile then an idea popped in my head.

“If max is free wanna race to the wall?”

I asked giving a playfull grin.

“Sure if nebs is up to it.”

Nebula or nebs is my horse smaller then both max and casses horse but definitely smother and alot more agile then them. He was a gypsy and apalosian cross, he was alot to take care of grooming wise, But he was my partner in crime.

“How old are you again?”

Repunzel asked me this, maybe she just forgets or that we have a 3 year age different.

“Im 15 rember.”

She laughed.

“Yeah im only playing i know. Your 15.”

She bear hugged me and squashed me half to death, this woman beats corsets when takeing breath out of your lungs.

We walked out to the stables to see nebula trying to reach one of maxes candy apples he got from montys. While repunzel wasnt looking i got up on nebs and crewled onto his neck to grab it.

“Ill get max another later, speaking of the crazy where is he.”

Nebula chewed his or maxes sugar coated apple and did a horse like shrug.

“Do you always have to be like this.”

I rolled my eyes as he snorted at me.

“Ok where is max i have fidella.”

The doors slammed open and low and behold we see max and eugene.

“Race ya ladies oh and we are wanted by the guards.”

“Huh?’

Before i can say anything eugene left quickly with a fleat of guards fallowing him, i looked at repunzel all confused.

“It’s just a game, n/n.”

JUst then cassandras father the leader of the guards was in the stalls on his horse.

“Ladies better run.”

I pretty much left a silhouette of me next to repunzel thats how quickly i left on nebula.

I was having fun some guards where chasing me but luckly for me they where newbies so they did not know my cards i played.

“Lets show them how its done nebs.”

I pat his neck we enter a deep wooded area. I slowed down so one guard could catch up with me. I looked back and pulled a brach so it could smack him. The next guard i had a pan of to swerve him and pretty much get him dizzy or turned around. I faced back twords the guards running at him full force, at this point it was a game of chicken and luckly he lost. I detached his halter from his horse and now there was no control over the horse. I ran for a couple of minutes and ended up at the wall but not the one where repunzel and eugene where.

“Damn it!”

I yelled and slapped myself in the head.

“This is like the 5th time ive ended up in old corona. Sware to the king one more time and ill just move here.”

I sighed to myself and got off of nebula and walked to a stream so he can get some water. When i walked up i looked at my face, it was dirty and sticky with sweat. I grabbed some water and splashed it on my face. I looked at the water again to see a second figure a cloaked boy with googles. I turned around to see yeah it was a real person.

“AH!”

I gave him a left hook out of fear, that he looked creepy, and weird. He groaned holding his face.

HE looked up his googles where on the floor his hood was down i noticed I busted his lip.

“What was that for?”

He yelled at me, man he must be my age or younger. I mentally giggled at him because his voice cracked at the word for.

“You cant just sneek up on people like that.”

I yell back.

“Well you cant-’

He pointed his bloody finger at me and fainted.

“OH MY GOD! I THINK I KILLED HIM!”

I grabbed my hair and panicked. Nebula took some water and spat it out on his face. He woke up gasping for air from the shock.

“You dropped these uhh.”

I grabbed his googles and he snatched them from me.

“Im varian the mighty alchemist, and you are?”

“I’m y/n, the girl who knocked your socks off.”

[mask131]

Why the Time Bandits remake makes me feel an angry despair (1)

I announced it before: I am mounting my high horses for this matter.

"Time Bandits" is a children fantasy movie by Terry Gilliam, released in 1981. It is one of those "almost Monty-Python-movies" thanks to two other Monty Python actors joining Gilliam's project: John Cleese, playing Robin Hood, and Michael Palin playing a poor guy who keeps being reincarnated throughout history and always has the worst love life. This movie is part of the "Imagination Trilogy" of Gilliam, meant to represent the "childhood imagination" - alongside the dark movie "Brazil", for "adult imagination", and Gilliam's adaptation of the Adventures of the Baron Münchausen, for "old man imagination".

I love Time Bandits. It isn't just that I love, I adore it. This was one of my favorite movies as a kid, and it was such a huge part of my childhood it literaly shaped my imagination in many, many ways. It is still to this day one of my favorite movies, with such a unique feeling I couldn't find anywhere else but in other Gilliam-related or Python-related movies.

It is one of these rare things where I can say I am really a huge fan. I bought the Criterion Collection DVD, I bought the official script-book, I went online to find alternate versions of the scripts which contained deleted scenes NOT in the official script-book...

I even chose this movie as the subject of my presentation for my high school diploma, doing a full analysis of it that gave me a very good grade. I am really in love with this piece.

NOW if you haven't heard about it, a trailer was released for an Apple + series of (10 episodes I think?). "2024 Time Bandits". A remake by Taika Waititi (among others but he is the main guy behind this).

I had heard of this project a long time ago because Waititi's desire to do something Time Bandits related has been around since his glory days with "What we do in the shadows". He kept speaking about how much he loved Time Bandits and how he wanted to do something related to it.

... I never realized he meant doing a remake a it. Time Bandits has so much potential for sequels or prequels or alternate takes or whatever cinematic terminology you have.

Now, that being said, I don't mind a remake. Waititi has proven to have good ideas and cool projects, and he seemed to really be a fan of the original - plus it was a project he had been dragging for quite some times, so I had still some interests and hopes...

... and then the trailer came out. And I saw it. And...

... You know it will be the first time in my life I will turn into one of those angry Internet ranters mad about a remake of their favorite thing. Never in my life before I was involved on a personal level with disliking a remake but OH BOY here I am.

There are so many things BAD with this trailer. Not wrong. BAD. I don't dislike all about the trailer... But I dislike most of it, and I don't just "dislike" it as in "Oh yeah, they could have done better", no, we are talking about a "I DESPISE this".

Honestly it looks like the people behind this series considered everything that made Time Bandits unique and powerful and cool and weird... and decided to remove it to make it bland, flat and... a sort of flavorless, mass-marketable Americanized modern vaguely super-hero like movie (did Waititi's experience on the Thor movies screwed his imagination THAT badly?)

I literaly do not understand how someone so hellbent and so dedicated to Time Bandits could create a product that looks like was designed by people who only vaguely heard of the original movie's plot. Because the people who made this series clearly did NOT understood the heart, soul or goal or the movie.

I heard something about Terry Gilliam being hired as an executive producer, coming on the set for a planned three months, but leaving abruptly after only three days and never returning. And people concluded that it was because he was pissed off. Seeing the trailer, I am inclined to believe he was.

[marcussour]

Random C3E113 bits and thoughts

The magic of editing on Sam's ad

"Silver Saddles"

Lionel being -possibly- a duck that was true polymorphed by Scanlan will never stop being funny

GOD DAMN THE COCONUTS ALA MONTY PYTHON FOR THE CENTAURS SOUND

Oh no, Percy and Vex conversation with Keyleth really got me

Old man Trinket!

"She's fenomenal at letting go"

Of course there's been conversations about Vex keeping Percy in the locket so he doesn't die of old age. The couple of all time those 2.

They remembered Junie and Wax! (Wax, damn it, I mean, if you have to find a way to shorten Wildhand'ildan)

Meat Man: Imports and Sexports

Cerkonos being Scanlan's biggest fan will never stop being funny. Bless Robbie for the way he took over the character and gave it a personality.

MAN, INCREDIBLE DICE ROLL. HAD IT BEEN CHETNEY, HE WOULD'VE DIED. THANKFULLY IT WAS GROG.

Of course Percy didn't wanted to leave Whitestone undefended, and also, had his doubts about sending troops with guns to fight

J'MON SA ORD MY BELOVED!

So the troops are arriving to the Malleus key basically in "Avengers: Endgame" final battle way.

FUCK YEAH, LIAM'S BACK AS LIEVE'TEL

I was waiting so much for the moment that Vex would break the news of Bertrand's death to Lieve'tel

I love how all these chucklefucks still behave as always among themselves, and then had to put their more regal faces when talking with Bells Hells or the rest of the world. And I know it's because there's a difference from them being player characters to Matt playing them as NPCs. Don't know if it was planned or not, but it certainly works.

"can you make the noise?"

Celestials!

FUCK SHIT UP

Man I hope we'll see one day this scene of the gathering of forces animated -and that they have enough budget to pull it through, cause there's a lot of characters here-.

Trinket <3

Amazing that Sam still has the old giant tankard

Look at you Essek (also, hilarious that Vox Machina has no clue who he is, even under disguise as Seth)

And Essek's brother is here too, aka, HOT BOY N°2

"I write poetry"; "That's fine"

"Keyleth, can you sign my tits?"

Oh the goodberries

XANDIS!!! I love that he now has to stuck around Vox Machina

Oh Lieve'tel, the silver bell was a memento from Bertrand

Don't remember where I read it, but it's amazing how Grog takes over Travis whenever he's playing it, a sight to behold

Oh how I've missed Scanlan's songs

Oh that map with all the minis is awesome. At this point it's gonna end up looking like a Warhammer map with all the minis.

Matt's gotta have a full box of minis just for Keyleth's transformations

Also, love the new Vox Machina minis

"There's some horse in this house"

The Krin Dinasty troops fighting remindes me of the elves at the beginning of The Fellowship of the Ring

NO MERCY PERCY!! Of course his first attack is a NAT 20, and also, of course his walking cane is a sword that's also a gun

That was the most Grog thing that could've happened

"3 headed white raven as a planar ally", Lieve'tel's not playing around

Nothing more on brand for Kiki than accidentally burning the Krin soldiers next to the Vanguard ones. But hey, fog of war

OPAL HAS ENTERED THE CHAT!

I wish Aimee had been there, but they might've need a bigger table for 10 people

Devo'ssa's new mini is so pretty

Grog's so OP that he made quick work of the vidulch almost as if was nothing. Gotta love high level barbarians.

Well, that was a great episode. I'm so glad to have Vox Machina back, at least for a couple of episodes.

[bisexualmcqueen]

Ok listen, I know you literally just posted about McQueen's parents, but I am already so obsessed with them and would love to know more about them!! 💙

ok so this has been sitting in my askbox since JULY (CRAZY??) and ive been thinking about it ever since. thank you for bearing with me<3 quite frankly i needed to reacquaint myself a bit longer with cars/my cars ocs after a 4 year long break!! lightning is about 43 now in 2024, which means i have 4 decades of his story to mentally keep track of (simply the flavor of autism i have). i bounce all over like a laserbeam in a hall of mirrors.

alright. oliver and donna time. blanket warning for varied implied child abuse/neglect. [background info this ask is referencing!!] ***

the very basic core of these characters is looking at lightning mcqueen and wondering how the hell he wound up all fucked up the way he did. hes got all the issues (he thinks hes sooo normal but there are so many things going on that arent right). so i invented a couple of fucked up guys to fuck him up (mildly to moderate) in his formative years.

oliver is the main culprit here. oliver mcqueen. yes- one of the core aspects of this character is "Two Of Them". what if there was Another mcqueen. imagine a second mcqueen man (dear god). he had a dad somewhere along the line. and what a guy, oh i'm sadly a bit obsessed with oliver. hes like if lightning mcqueen was Worse. hes a boomer from the boston metro area and he thinks he's cool as shit like bernie madoff doing investing fraud, trying to get rich. he thinks hes the wolf of wall street of texas. his head is completely up his own ass and hes a mean little idiot worm. hes supposed to be raising monty but all hes taught him is 'every man for himself' and how to close the door quietly. that and other things.

they live in the dallas metro area together from about 1988-1999. oli does not want to raise this kid, so he sort of just throws food and tires at him occasionally. monty spends a lot of time outside, raising hell (where'd you learn to fly like that, city boy?). typical racecar behaviors. (his teachers find him impossible to deal with often as well).

not to say that oliver is some irredeemable evil freak- hes funny, hes charming, hes a bit of a badass, hes sort of a hot pathetic mess in a funny way. he does pass on some decent traits to his son, gives him good advice occasionally. he's crazy, but he works in an office, so most of his schemes are social and criminal. i recently made an AU where he's a racer, so hoping to post more about that as i develop. (a successful oliver is much more frightening than one distracted by failure!)

this has oliver and monty vibes, oddly enough:

don't be fooled- oliver could never hold a candle to the heart of logan wolverine. oliver is a republican and he hates women (he loves women /derogatory). oliver sucks enough that lightning straightup considers doc to be his actual dad. next! ***

ah, donna. origin of abandonment issues, ring ring!

she's less developed than oliver because she exits stage left pretty early on in the story, but we still love her (or hate her, up to interpretation!) i actually recently gave her a full name even: Donna Ann SteelDust. yep, steeldust as in the mythical foundational sire of the American Quarter Horse breed. partly because texas, partly because i love horses, and partly because in the 1950's there lived a pair of quarter horses who were father and son named Doc and Lightning. and they were racing quarter horses to boot! oh, and partly because the mother of lightning mcqueen deservedly needs a badass name.

donna has monty at about age 20, with a godless charmer from faraway boston, out of wedlock, in a small community somewhere towards western texas in the early 80's. oliver is fresh out of uni and a couple years older. donna is a waitress at the local eatery. girl, your taste in men is abysmal. you can NOT fix him. traveler meet-cute gone wrong...

hes miserable enough of a partner that he is ultimately what drives donna to leave. gone in the wind one day when monty is about six. she met someone new. someone who she thinks is kinder.

she puts the tv to RSN every sunday. she likes watching races- radio when theres no tv. when monty becomes obsessed, she gets him a little strip weathers figurine when shes out of town one day that he manages to hold onto til his teen years. they sit in front of the tv and watch together, and have popcorn made on the stovetop. when lightning recalls his mother, this is the first place his mind goes.

she didnt want a kid (as in unplanned). she didnt consciously try to be a good parent (neither did oliver). but she was sweet. well, sometimes, when she wasnt being a hot mess and stirring up drama.

originally, i was going to have her die before lightning became famous. oliver was going to also be dead by now (2024). but ive got some new ideas- oliver is in prison, donna is in denial about her famous son and festering with guilt. she does not reach out to him. (latter idea from Non).

to boil them down further: donna believes in love, oliver believes in money. they go about it the wrong way. they make mistakes. (part of lightning's obsession with money is in unconscious spite of his father- he wants to prove a point, that he was doing it all wrong, he can do better, he can Win ['i'll show him!']. consciously, lightning's money worries are about his own longevity. there is no lightning mcqueen parts factory: hes some sort of rare 1 of 1 anomaly. unconsciously again: death [mortality, time lost, being forgotten] frightens him. out loud, he says wrecking does. he does not connect any of these dots fully.)

a looottt of this is in flux, these characters still need significant development. but its a story about loneliness, about escaping the cycle, about finding your wings. this is not lightning's family, this isnt where he lands. he doesnt have christmas at ma's. you cant go home again- there's no one there for you and there never was. cps doesnt save you. you find yourself.

mostly this all comes from my fascination with lightning's mysterious origin. and frustration with it. what do you mean the only in-film lore we get is "i've been dreaming about it my whole life!" and "glen elen- my first win!". all his convoluted emotional shielding (for a minute there). he jumps at loud sounds and thinks someone is shooting at him. his natural jackass behavior even after he is 'reformed.' his clearly ignored mental health concerns. he drives me insane forreal. lightning mcqueen i will dissect you and put your parts spread out on a clean workbench you bitch. i will label and graph you in 4D space. im putting you in the bee centrifuge.

gonna cap this off with a recent sketch of donna. turns out corvettes are IMPOSSIBLE to draw, send help. more info about this timeperiod/my ocs are filed under the "origin fic era" and "my ocs" tags on this blog (mostly barren at this time though. will add more.). excited to refine these characters even more as time goes on!

thank you again for the ask!

[reverie-darling]

HEY I SAW UR POST ‼️‼️

Can I know more abt ur hcs on Nodth African James? Its cool asf and I'm interested to know more 💚🍀🎀

HII IM GLAD YOU LIKED ITTT

Soo on my NA!James this is focused on Marocan/Algerian

I feel that his Arabic name would be either "Jasir(ja-sir n it means courageous/bold it's too on the nose tbh but it's pretty)" or "Jad and it means and bear w me on this serious hehehe"

Soo I don't think he's gonna like Kouskus like at all ,it feels like sand in his mouth and it doesn't fill him up and the vegetables get mixed up and he hates chickpeas and and- he can come up with a thousand reasons why he doesn't like it

by Effie makes it every Friday "it's tradition to do so James! deal with it" Soo boy eats noodles every Friday 😭 he'd pout about it

Sirius l o v e s Kouskus and doesn't get why James is so picky and eats it every Friday without fail- even gets second servings Effie is always telling James "look Sirius like it, you're just dramatic"

speaking of food, Sirius was used to your typical croissant and coffee french breakfast,so seeing a whole ass feast for breakfast was a jarring experience

I'm talking boiled eggs , coffee,milk, flatbread,homemade fresh and warm bread (Effie is an early bird and she bakes almost every morning) leben (fermented milk), garlic,olives , olive oil

like Monty eats raw garlic in the morning, Sirius is shocked,but then again that man has the power of horse,maybe that's why

also their coffee is strong and Effie drinks that shit black

James knows Arabic, french and English and some berber,so yeah, Sirius/regulus talking french ain't shit,he can n will keep up

he would listen to ray so muchh I hate him

he owns a djellaba and a burnous, Effie makes him wear them in Yannaer (berber's new year)

Effie does henna to both Sirius and James,but not full palm n fingers maybe just a bit in their pinkies

Effie is amazigh (berber) while Monty would probably be from Shlef or something

he would use the sound "aaaahhh" to express multiple emotions , it's like it's own language

Soo yeah, I don't have much bc I thought of him this morning but I'm sure I'll have more after he marinates in my head

[thesconesyard]

Underneath the Western Sky

6. Fool's Gold

“Where are you two off to?” Sulu asked as he entered the barn.

Scotty and Leonard were saddling up their horses.

“Going in to spend the evening with Robbie,” Scotty smiled broadly.

Sulu smiled back. “That must feel good.”

“Oh aye!” Scotty agreed. “It’s wonderful!”

“Have fun!” Sulu called as he continued on through the barn.

Scotty couldn’t help the excitement in his belly as they tied the pair of horses up in front of the hotel. It still seemed unbelievable that his brother was in the town. For years Scotty had missed him, forced to leave his hometown for Robbie’s safety, but Leonard had fixed everything. He had written secretly to Robbie with Gaila’s help and Robbie had come to the ranch.

Though after a month Robbie had decided ranch life wasn’t for him and had moved to town to take on a clerk job at the post office. Either way Scotty was still delighted to have his brother close again.

“Good evening gentlemen,” the man behind the hotel front desk greeted Scotty and Leonard as they entered.

“Hello,” Scotty said absently, already turning to look into the hotel’s dining room.

“We’re here to see Mr. Scott,” Leonard said, shaking his head fondly at Scotty.

“I’m afraid he’s not in,” the man said kindly.

“He’s not?” Scotty asked, turning back quickly with a twist in his stomach.

“Yes sir. He had dinner and I believe he is down the street at Miss Gaila’s.”

Relief washed over Scotty. His brother hadn’t suddenly left.

“Thank you,” Leonard said with a nod of his head. Gently he took Scotty’s elbow and led him back out the door.

“Suppose we should move these two down the street,” Leonard said. He held his hand over and patted Honey’s neck. He untied the horses and handed a set of reins over to Scotty.

“Aye, Gaila has more room.”

Gaila’s saloon was well lit and music was spilling into the street as they tied the horses up again. Scotty wanted to just run in the building. He was itching to see his brother. But he waited for Leonard and they entered together.

They stopped inside the door to look around. The seats at the bar were full as were half the tables. The piano being played was giving out a rollicking tune as Gaila’s girls made their way around, serving drinks.

“Monty!” a voice called over the din and Scotty quickly turned and saw his brother. He hurried across the room and threw his arms around Robbie tightly. Gaelic greetings spilled between the brothers.

“Hello Leonard,” Robbie greeted the doctor as he stopped behind Scotty.

“Hi Robbie. You look like you’re doing well.”

Robbie grinned.

“Well hello Dr. McCoy.” Leonard looked over at Gaila who had joined them. “Scotty.”

“Hey lassie!”

“I suppose you two want a drink?” the saloon owner asked. “When was the last time you two graced my door in an evening?” Gaila grinned and Scotty laughed.

“Whiskeys please, Miss Gaila,” Leonard nodded.

“Coming right up Doctor.” Gaila swished away back to her bar.

“C’mon, sit! Sit!” Robbie encouraged them. Scotty and Leonard settled around the table with him and their drinks arrived shortly.

“How have ye been lad?” Scotty asked, lifting his whiskey and taking a sip.

“Good!” Robbie nodded. “This is a nice little town and everyone’s been so kind. They all know all of ye and that’s made it easy. Though…”

Scotty began to frown. “Though what?” he asked, trying to keep worry from his voice. He glanced from the corner of his eye at Leonard.

Robbie looked ashamed for a moment and sighed. “I maybe won a few too many times at cards.”

Scotty swore in Gaelic. “Ye didn’t lad,” he shook his head and smiled.

“What?” Leonard asked, raising a brow in confusion.

“I told ye about life in Aberdeen,” Scotty said quietly to the doctor.

Leonard looked over at Robbie in sudden realization.

“Drinks are on me,” Robbie smiled self-deprecatingly. “I’m sitting comfortably until payday. No one will play cards with me anymore though.”

“Small wonder!” Scotty exclaimed at his brother and laughed.

“Look at all these fools ripe for the picking Monty!” Robbie said, gesturing around the saloon. “Tell me ye wouldn’t ride into a new town full of them and try something!”

Scotty sighed, but smiled. “Aye lad, maybe. But I gave that all up long ago. An honest dollar goes a lot further.”

“I ken, I ken,” Robbie agreed, finishing his drink. “But I had to have a wee bit of fun.” He held up his hand and caught Gaila’s attention. She nodded at him. “And it was fun,” Robbie grinned. “But no more. I promise bràthair.”

[ghostflowerdreams]

British Phrases/Slang

In writing, colloquialism works by using common terms and phrases to create a sense of authenticity and informality, which can enhance dialogue. For this reason, I'm making a short list of what I've seen and heard in British television, film, and books.

Taking the mickey (out of someone): Teasing or making fun of someone.

Example: "Are you serious, or are you just taking the mickey?"

Knickers in a twist: Getting upset or overly worried about something.

Example: "Don't get your knickers in a twist; it's just a minor issue."

Full monty: The whole thing or complete package.

Example: "I want the full monty – don't leave anything out."

On the blink: Not working properly.

Example: "My computer's on the blink; I need to get it fixed."

Sod's law: The idea that if something can go wrong, it will.

Example: "Of course, it started raining right after I washed the car – sod's law."

Off one's trolley: Crazy or insane.

Example: "Did you hear what he said? He must be off his trolley."

Lost the plot: Became confused or irrational.

Example: "I have no idea what he's talking about; he's completely lost the plot."

Bob's your uncle (and Fanny's your aunt): It's basically 'there you have it'. It is used to convey that something is very easy or straightforward, and that success or a positive outcome is guaranteed. The addition of "and Fanny's your aunt" is often used for humor and emphasis, without changing the meaning significantly.

Example: "Just turn the key, and Bob's your uncle – the car starts."

Example 2: "Just follow these instructions, and Bob's your uncle, and Fanny's your aunt, you're done!"

Taking the biscuit: Going too far or being unreasonable.

Example: "Asking me to work on a Sunday? That really takes the biscuit!"

Arse over elbow: Tumbling or falling over.

Example: "He tripped on the pavement and went arse over elbow."

Pop one's clogs: Die or pass away.

Example: "If I don't get enough sleep, I feel like I might pop my clogs."

Spend a penny: Go to the bathroom.

Example: "I need to spend a penny before we leave."

Throw a spanner in the works: Cause a disruption or problem.

Example: "The unexpected delay really threw a spanner in the works."

Throw a wobbly: Have a temper tantrum or get upset.

Example: "She'll throw a wobbly if she finds out we lost her keys."

Chuffed to bits: Extremely pleased or proud.

Example: "She was chuffed to bits when she got the promotion."

Flog a dead horse: Waste time on a hopeless cause.

Example: "Trying to fix that old computer is like flogging a dead horse."

Up the duff: Pregnant.

Example: "She's up the duff and expecting a baby in the spring."

On the pull: Trying to attract someone romantically.

Example: "He's always on the pull when we go out to the bars."

Example: "He's dressed up tonight; he's definitely on the pull."

Pear-shaped: To go wrong or fail unexpectedly.

Example: "After weeks of planning, the project went completely pear-shaped when we realized we had underestimated the budget."

The bee's knees and the cat's whiskers: Something excellent, outstanding, or the best of its kind.

Example: "This new phone is the bee's knees and the cat's whiskers – it has all the latest features."

All mouth and no trousers: Someone who talks confidently or boasts but fails to follow through with actions or achievements.

Example: "He talks a big game, but when it comes to actually doing something, he's all mouth and no trousers."

A storm in a teacup: A small or insignificant issue that is blown out of proportion.

Example: "Don't worry about that argument; it's just a storm in a teacup."

Have a butcher's (at something): To take a look at something; derived from "butcher's hook," which rhymes with "look."

Example: "Can I have a butcher's at your new phone?"

A stone's throw away: Very close in proximity; a short distance.

Example: "The shop is just a stone's throw away from here."

Bee in your bonnet: An idea or obsession that someone can't stop talking about.

Example: "He's got a bee in his bonnet about recycling; he talks about it all the time."

Mum's the word: Keep a secret; don't say anything.

Example: "I know about the surprise party, but don't worry, mum's the word!"

Cut the mustard: To meet a required standard or expectation.

Example: "His performance didn't quite cut the mustard, so he didn't get the promotion."

Bugger all: Nothing at all; absolutely nothing.

Example: "I've got bugger all to do this weekend."

Bag it up: Prepare or get ready.

Example: "Bag it up, mate – we're heading out."

On the ball: Alert, attentive, or quick to understand.

Example: "She's always on the ball at work."

Bits and bobs: Various small items or things.

Example: "I picked up a few bits and bobs from the store."

Knock it on the head: Stop doing something or take a break.

Example: "Let's knock it on the head for today; we can continue tomorrow."

Taking the piss: Teasing or mocking someone.

Example: "Are you serious, or are you just taking the piss?"

I'm pissed: Drunk or intoxicated from alcohol.

Example: "I had a few too many drinks at the pub, and now I'm pissed."

Example 2: "At the pub quiz, Sarah confidently shouted out 'Elephant' as the answer to every question. When asked why, she just grinned and said, 'I may be a bit pissed, but who doesn't love elephants? They're the answer to everything!'"

Bent as a nine-bob note: Dishonest or fraudulent.

Example: "That deal sounds bent as a nine-bob note."

Give us a bell: Call or contact me.

Example: "If you need anything, give us a bell."

Tickety-boo: Going well or in good order.

Example: "Everything is tickety-boo with the project."

Budge up: Move over or make room.

Example: "Budge up; make some space for me on the sofa."

Flog it: Sell or get rid of.

Example: "I need to flog my old clothes at the market."

Bloody hell: An expression of surprise or frustration.

Example: "Bloody hell, did you see the size of that spider?"

Full of beans: Someone is lively, energetic, and full of enthusiasm. It is often used to describe someone who is in high spirits or has a lot of energy.

Example: "Goodness, you're full of beans this morning!"

Wind your neck in: To tell someone to stop being nosy, interfering, or to mind their own business.

Example: "Maybe you should wind your neck in and not jump to conclusions about my friendships."

Wind-up merchant: Refers to someone who enjoys teasing, provoking, or playing pranks on others to elicit a reaction.

Example: "Oh, don't take it seriously; he's just a bit of a wind-up merchant."

Can't be arsed: Is used to convey a lack of motivation, interest, or willingness to do something.

Example: “I can’t be arsed with doing the assignments.”

What a load of poppycock: Is an expression used to dismiss something as nonsense or absurd.

Example: “They are changing the offside rule? What a load of poppycock!”

Chocka: Is short for “chockablock”, which is most often used when talking about something that’s completely packed, like a jammed road.

Example: “I’ll be home in ten, love, hit a chocka!” 

A few sandwiches short of a picnic: Is a humorous way of saying that someone is not very intelligent or mentally sound. It can also imply that the person may be lacking common sense.

Example: “Perhaps it’s best not to task them with this. They’re a few sandwiches short of a picnic.”

To bodge: Is to mend, or repair something clumsily.

Example: "Bob forgot his toolbox, so he had to bodge a fix for the leaky pipe using chewing gum until the plumber arrived."

That's rubbish: When something is of poor quality, disappointing, or not good.

Example: "I thought the film was rubbish – the plot was weak, and the acting was terrible."

Happy as a pig in muck: Very happy.

Example: "I'm as happy as a pig in muck with all these new books to read."

Were ya born in a barn: Is used as a playful or humorous way to chide someone for not closing a door behind them.

Example: “I just got it warm in here, were ya born in a barn?”

Not give a monkey’s (uncle or toss): Not caring at all about something, being indifferent, or not attaching any importance to a particular situation.

Example: "I don't give a monkey's about what they think."

Making a right pig’s ear of something: Refers to a task or situation that has been poorly handled or executed.

Example: "You've made a right pig's ear of that plumbing job!"

You’re peckin’ me ‘ead: When someone is annoying, bothering, or getting on your nerves.

Example: "Would you give it a rest, you’re peckin’ me ‘ead!"

Curtain twitcher: Refers to a person who is overly nosy or prying, someone who frequently peers out of their window, often through the curtains, to observe the activities or affairs of their neighbors.

Example: "She's a real curtain twitcher, always watching and commenting on everyone else's business."

Half past: Is a way of expressing the time, particularly when indicating that it is 30 minutes past the hour on a clock.

Example: If someone says, "It's half past three," they are stating that the time is 3:30.

Innit: Is a contraction of "isn't it" and is often used to seek agreement or confirmation. It's an informal way to tag a statement, turning it into a question or seeking validation.

Example: "It's a nice day, innit?"

Smarmy: Is used to describe someone who comes across as scheming or untrustworthy.

Example: "I don't trust him – he's a smarmy geezer."

Swot: Is used to describe someone who studies hard, is diligent in their academic pursuits, or is generally focused on their work or studies. It is similar to "nerd" or "geek" in American English. It's sometimes used in a mildly derogatory manner to refer to someone who is perceived as overly studious.

Example: "She's always buried in her books, a real swot."

Bagsy: Is used as a way of claiming or reserving something for oneself. It's similar to saying "dibs" in American English.

Example: "Does anyone want thi—"

"Bagsy!"

Builder's tea: Refers to a strongly brewed cup of tea that is typically enjoyed by construction workers or builders during their breaks. It's characterized by being a simple, no-nonsense cup of tea with milk and sugar, often designed to provide a quick and energizing break.

Example: "A bacon sandwich and a builder's tea. Now that's a proper breakfast."

Dog's dinner (or dog's breakfast): Is often used to describe something that is disorganized, messy, or done in a haphazard and unattractive manner. It can refer to both physical appearance and, more commonly, to a situation or event that is poorly executed.

Example: "You've made a real dog's dinner of this room!"

Kip: Refers to sleep or a short nap. It's a casual way to express the act of resting or taking a quick snooze.

Example: "I'm feeling tired, so I'm going to have a quick kip before we head out for the evening."

[lexa-griffins]

Did farm clexa ever carve a pumpkin and put Madi inside when she was a baby?

That is actually the plot for what was going to be the continuation of Pumpkin Spice Craving! Here's a little snippet from it :)

"Ma!" Madi sounds out again planted on the floor, surrounded by an entire council of plushie critters. She’s still scared of the cows and horses, real or stuffed, but seems to have taken an affinity for the soft versions of the critters that tend to make their small farm a home. 

"Yes, ducky?” Lexa asks, absent midedly, eyes still trying to grasp the last paragraph of the book page, taking any chance she can to get her daily reading in.

“Uh!” The baby exclaims, pointing at the window, “Ma!”

Staring out the window, Lexa’s eyes fall on Clarke walking through the backyard, a massive faded orange pumpkin in her arms, mud boots sinking down in the wet ground as she walks with the added weight, a grin morphin from ear to ear when she sees Madi excitedly bouncing on her chubby legs, perched on the small table by the window.

“What does mama have there, baby? Is it a pumpkin?” Lexa coos at her daughter as she lifts her from the ground, watching Clarke drop the off shape pumpkin on their picnic table by the kitchen door with clear pride, shaking any dirt it might have gotten on her flannel and overalls off. She quickly turns back to them, urging them to come outside with her hand.

In her arms Madi wiggles with excitement at her mama’s present, babbling away as she points to it, “Ma! Uh!”

“You wanna go see the pumpkin ducky?” 

Madi lets out an excited shriek at the proposal, wiggling more violently, never the type to stay still for long and Lexa chuckles at her, kissing a rosy cheek before making her way outside, although not before fighting to get her jiggling baby inside a warm coat. 

“Ma! Ma!” Madi exclaims the moment Lexa opens the back door, extending her little arms in Clarke’s direction, who comes running to take her daughter into her arms. 

“Do you like the pumpkin mama got for you, baby? It’s so big isn’t it, Madi?” Voice full of excitement and pride, Clarke delivers a few wet kisses to her daughter cheeks, purposefully ignoring her wife’s questioning eyes. She knows fully well she was very explicitly asked to bring a small pumpkin for Madi to decorate, not a squash so big it had taken all of Clarke’s muscle mass and will power not to drop on the floor along with all the pretty pennies it cost.

To her question, Madi drums on the pumpkin with both hands, giggling at the sound it makes.

“What’s your game plan here, my love?” Lexa questions into the nape of her neck, arms wrapped around Clarke’s mid section, “‘Cause I’m almost certain this was not what I asked you to get. Do you plan on having her decorate this for the next five years?” There is humor in her voice, and Clarke sighs, realizing she is not in that much trouble for going rogue on her pumpkin purchase. 

“Well,” Clarke starts, focused on helping Madi stand by the squash without falling, “My plan was for the three of us to decorate it together. I’ll gut it, you can carve it since you insist I don’t do it right -”

“- You don’t.”

“- and then we can let her go ham on the painting!” Clarke finishes her case, purposefully ignoring Lexa’s comment, “Also, it was so much cheaper than buying three pumpkins, Monty must be insane, seven bucks a pumpkin? Is the moonshine not selling well this year?”

Lexa chuckles and bites her lip as she stares at Madi and the her-sized pumpkin, the little girl happily slaps while babbling away. She’d envision Madi’s first halloween in detail since the past fall, when cravings and back pain kept her awake at night, including the adorable crochet duck costume Lexa started working on a couple weeks ago. She guesses the tiny, perfectly round pumpkin in her vision can easily be swapped by the wonky shaped one that seems to have marveled her daughter so much. 

“I think I have a big enough candle to light it properly.” She finally speaks up, turning her head to plant a kiss in Clarke’s neck before she leaves her wife side to go and take Madi away from the pumpkin she is trying to get on top of with shaky legs. 

The baby whines and kicks as she is taken away from her new toy, a pout settling on her lips that a kiss from her mother quickly wipes away. 

Clarke smiles brightly at her, “Of course you do.”

With the baby propped on her hip, Lexa turns back to her wife, a smile pulling at the corner of her lips “Why are you looking at me like that?”

It’s not the first time, and certainly not the last, she finds Clarke staring at her like this - lopsided smile with shinning eyes, like Lexa puts the stars in the sky in the darkest of nights. A rare sight Lexa used to catch in the corner of her eye as her and Clarke grew up side by side, now a constant in their shared life that always seems to catch Lexa off guard in the most delightful of ways.

“Hm?” Clarke hums, clearly too busy staring to register the question.

Lexa shakes her head, stepping towards her, “Nevermind,” she chuckles, adjusting Madi better on her hip before leaning in to kiss Clarke, humming into it. 

Wrapping a hand around her waist, Clarke kisses back, settling into it easily. Clarke still tastes like the coffee she had in the morning right before she left for the market, the one with added vanilla and cinnamon they spend the past five years making together after buying the farm and that Lexa has yet to enjoy now for the second fall in a row as she tries to avoid caffeine while she feeds their already hyper baby.

They settle there for a bit, enjoying the crips air as they share a warm kiss, only for a slap to be delivered right to their faces, effectively separating them.

“Ma!” The culprit exclaims with a frown. 

Madi is stingy with her mothers’ attention and doesn’t seem to enjoy when their focus is on each other when she is right there, a trait very present from the moment she was born. Clarke giggles at her daughter’s antics, taking her from Lexa’s arms and elevating her above her head, causing the baby to explode in high pitched giggles, kicking tiny legs in the air.

“Oh, do you want kisses too ducky?” Clarke asks, bringing the baby down to pepper kisses on her nose before lifting her again, “More?” She asks again, eyes wide as she brings the baby down again.

And Lexa gets why Clarke stares. She does it too. How could she not. 

[tomriddlehyperfixataion]

The summer of 1942 - Tom Riddle x Reader - P10

=

He was being tortured.

She was laughing.

He was being tortured and she was laughing.

“Having fun sugar cube?” (y/n) giggled from a few feet away as Tom was bombarded by two dogs on his face, another one behind him with their nose in his hair, two more at his feet, and another between his legs, all begging for attention.

“A blast,“ Tom hissed sarcastically-only half regretting going into the big yard. Justin and Maggie were laughing at him too-sitting down on some of the play blocks with their own sets of dogs around them. “gah!” Tom froze as the dog to his left-Rusty-licked up the side of his face, and he felt the side of his hair stuck up from both sweat and slobber. “oh-my-god.”

(y/n) burst into laughter and Justin fell off his seat, Maggie slapping her hand over her mouth as Moose jumped up at Tom and slobbered all over Tom’s chin. “eugh-“ Tom grunted, gently pushing Moose off him and stepping away while he could-huffing as Monty continued to walk between his legs-refusing to leave. “Monty-go away.”

“He’s deaf Tom, remember?” (y/n) giggled, leaning over as Moose trotted over to her. “hi Moose caboose the goose~”

Moose wiggled happily at his ‘full’ name and Tom snorted, looking down at Monty who just barked at him. “uh-huh, can I move?” Monty just stared and Tom sighed, moving back as Ariel leaped at him again. “Stoooop,”

“Tom, go sit down-I wanna see what happens,” Justin said, pointing to a set of blocks a few feet away from Tom. Tom glared, knowing exactly what Justin wanted to happen-his hair still sticking up. “Pretty please? With sugar on top?” Justin asked, giving Tom his best puppy dog eyes and Tom just scrunched his nose.

“The physical appearance of the please nor does the added sugar make a difference,” (y/n) snorted and Tom rose his brow at her, she just grinned and he know she was mentally making fun of the ‘serious’ way he talked.

“Nerd.” she said and Tom rolled his eyes. “Yes yes, you’ve said this before, I’m not sitting down and getting trampled,” Tom grumbled, crossing his arms. (y/n) pressed her lips together as she looked behind Tom and when he went to look he felt a set of paws on his back and he yelped as he was sent forward, barely catching himself before he was surrounded by dogs.

There was laughing but also three sets of hands pushing dogs away and (y/n) helped him up, giggling as she held Tom’s arm while he used his shirt to wipe his face-smearing the once clean blue t-shirt with slobber and fur.

“I'm going to take a shower and go hang out with something civilized. Good day,” Tom muttered and (y/n) snorted and giggled. “Yeah, have fun with Viper Tom,” Tom scrunched his nose again but made his way out of the yard-but he did stop to give Blazer a scratch. He liked Blazer.

-

“Nicely done sugar cube! You’re getting the hang of it!” Tom huffed from his place on Soup, the horse trotting around the barn field happily while Tom got used to riding him. He didn’t see why he needed to learn but (y/n) was quite pushy on Tom knowing how to ride.

Just in case, she had said and Tom couldn’t argue with that, besides it…was kinda fun. “Okay, when he starts to canter-“ Tom scrunched his face in confusion at the word and (y/n) laughed a bit. “-run, plant the balls of your feet into the stirrups and stand a bit, it should be much smoother than a trot but you have to keep your balance.”

Tom nodded, twisting his hand around the reins and clicking his tongue a few times like (y/n) had told him to, kicking Soup’s side lightly until Soup sped up into a canter and Tom got up onto his feet, laughing slightly as Soup ran in circles around the field; (y/n) laughing with him.

“There you go! You’re a natural sugar cube!”

Tom held back a grin, feeling the wind in his air and the rock of soup below him-who was running so smoothly it didn’t feel like he was even running. “Does he go faster?” Tom asked as he looped around to (y/n) and slowed Soup down till he stopped and (y/n) nodded, patting Soup’s neck from her spot on the fence.

“Yeah, real fast, he used to race actually, retired about ten years ago.” (y/n) said with a proud look in her eyes, and Tom swore Soup puffed up with pride, his head rising as if he was posing.

(y/n) laughed at Soup and patted his neck again, a glint in her eye as she looked up at Tom. “Wanna see him run?” Tom paused, and then nodded, climbing off Soup as (y/n) gestured for him to move and opened the field gate so Soup had more room in the open field.

Soup almost seemed to be strutting, his head rearing back as if he was in a starting gate. “oh he’s ready,” (y/n) snorted, getting settled in the saddle and rolling her shoulders. “maybe one-day sugar cube, you’ll be able to ride him when he’s like this,” Tom snorted and leaned his elbows on the fence, propping one foot on the bottom beam.

“uhuh-just run him already,” Tom muttered and (y/n) grinned, kicking her heels into Soup’s side and snapping the reigns-and Soup whinnied and arched back a bit before he took off and Tom’s jaw dropped. Soup was fast, very fast-kicking up dust and dirt during his take off and running so smoothly it didn’t look like his body moved at all, only his head.

(y/n) was laughing and hollering from atop Soup, leaned forward as Soup raced across the field, the other horses in the pasture running alongside him as he passed them. Big Blue watched from within the pasture, bobbing his head as if he was a proud father figure.

“How many races did he win?” Tom asked as (y/n) slowed Soup to a stop, walking him back into the barn field. “in his three years of racing? He won about thirteen of his 20 races per year, thirteen is his average but one year he won nearly every race-and if he didn’t, he was in the top five.” (y/n) said with a proud pat to Soup’s neck as she climbed down, giving the huffing horse a few treats from her pocket. “he’s a good one, and still has a lot left in him-he’s only 14 if you can believe that.”

Tom scoffed, because Soup did not look 14, but 14 for a horse wasn’t all that old, and Soup was in great condition. “why did he retire so early?” Tom asked, running his hand up Soup’s snout as Soup pushed at his hand with his nose.

“Because his owners didn’t want to push him and cause a life-threatening injury, so at four years old they retired him and he ended up here a bit after that. But he’s a happy horse and can still run like the devil.” (y/n) explained, patting Soup’s butt as she walked around him to join Tom by the fence while Soup enjoyed a good scratch on his neck from Tom.

“he had good owners then?” Tom asked and (y/n) nodded, crossing her arms as Tom held out his palm while Soup ‘ate’ his hand. “yeah, we’ve rescued other race horses before that were raced till they dropped and their hearts nearly gave out-and then were just abandoned or about to be killed if someone didn’t step in.” Tom’s chest ached a bit at (y/n)’s description, happy that didn’t happen to Soup.

“that’s horrible,” Tom muttered and (y/n) nodded. “yeah, but it’s why we do what we do, to save any animal no matter what has happened to them, every living thing deserves a chance-no matter what someone else thinks, there are plenty of people who think what my parents and I do is stupid and a waste of time.” (y/n) muttered, looking down at her boots and Tom attempted to catch her gaze. “But seeing a dog happy and healthy again? Or a horse running free on the pasture? Or even a snake comfortable and well-fed? It’s all worth it and I’m happy doing it all,”

(y/n) smiled at Tom and he smiled back, “Amen to that,” he mumbled, and (y/n) laughed, shaking her head fondly. And to think, nearly two months ago, Tom wouldn’t have even blinked at an injured animal, he would’ve just stepped aside.

He wondered how different this summer would’ve been if he hadn’t spent it at the Prothero house/shelter.

-

A few days later, Tom was heading back from town(yes, getting more beignets, but Mrs. Prothero had needed something from the market and Tom had been available) when he heard an odd squealing noise to the right of the road. Tom tilted his head, stepping towards the side of the road towards the surrounding forest, setting down the bag he had been holding as that noise continued.

The noise continued a good 20 feet into the forest and he eventually stumbled upon a hollow tree that had something laying inside the trunk, Tom frowned as he got closer-seeing a very rounded dog that was just utterly filthy and looked ready to give up.

“Hey,” Tom said softly, shushing the dog as it stopped making those terrible noises and whipped its head up to look at Tom, growling upon seeing him. “Hey hey, I’m not going to hurt you-it’s okay, it’s okay,” Tom whispered, moving a bit closer and taking the lead he started carrying around since Tilly’s rescue out of his pocket-getting a closer look at the dog.

It looked like Navi, but it had an enlarged belly and nipples. “Pregnant, a girl then,” Tom muttered to himself, his nerves going insane-he wanted to go get (y/n) to help with this but he also didn’t want the dog to run, but she had also been letting out some heartbreaking cries.

Tom had to get her to the shelter.

He tried to get closer but the dog just growled again-her eyes glassy and terrified and Tom backed up until she stopped being so tense. Tom took a tense breath and licked his lips, wiping his shaking hands on his pants and standing. “I’ll be right back, please don’t move,” Tom said and the dog just seemed to try to burrow further into the hollow trunk.

Tom practically ran back to the bag he left on the road and grabbed it, carrying it into the forest and to the hollow tree, setting it on the floor and grabbing the bag of still-warm beignets, smiling as he saw the pregnant dog perk up at the sound of a bag and the smell of treats.

“C’mere, it's okay,” Tom whispered, taking one out and ripping some of the beignet off and blowing on it before tossing it into the hollow trunk, after a few moments of hesitation the dog ate it.

Tom wished he had something more than a bag of beignets, but he had no other food-and no choice. He kept trying to lure the dog out of the hollow trunk, but she wouldn’t move-growling when he got close.

“fuck,” Tom muttered, licking his lips nervously, he backed away for a bit and looked in the bag-wondering what he could use to gain the dogs trust. He heard a rustle and looked up-eyes widening as he saw the dog moving to run away. “no-nonono!”

Tom, in a feat that must’ve been pushed by accidental magic, leaped forward as the dog bolted away and looped his lead around her neck, scrapping his arm and knee as he whiplashed her to a stop. “Sorry, sorry-I’m sorry, shit-stop doing that-“ Tom hissed in a panic as the dog whipped around and cried out-trying to get away. “it’s okay, it’s okay-calm down-I’m not going to hurt you-hey hey,”

Tom breathed heavily as the dog came to a stop-staring at Tom, terrified. Tom could see himself in her eyes and he took another deep breath, licking his lips again as he got out another beignet, holding it out to the dog. She growled a bit but Tom did not relent, carefully moving forward until the dog hesitantly took the treat and Tom backed up when she did.

It was a whole hour before the dog let Tom touch her, and that’s when she realized Tom wasn’t going to hurt her and she slowly melted into his hand-still so scared but relaxing for the first time in a while. “There you go, it’s okay, I’ve got you,” Tom whispered, moving from a kneel to crossing his legs under him, smiling as he gently pulled the dog towards him.

It took another hour for Tom to feel comfortable enough to stand and attempt to pull the dog along with him back down the road to the shelter, and Tom couldn’t help the relief he felt when she followed him, though she did gravitate away and towards him as they walked.

Tom headed directly into the shelter when he arrived-leaving the bag from town aside as he did a more thorough check on the dog. She was clearly pregnant, thankfully uninjured, dirty as all hell, and exhausted.

She was practically falling asleep standing up, leaning into Tom’s hand as he continued to pet her cheek. “Tom? You’ve been gone for nearly four hours where have you-oh my god,” (y/n) said as she walked into the shelter, her furrowed brows rising when she saw the dog. “Oh my god, where did you find her? What happened?”

“In the forest on the way back, heard her crying-sounded like a dying animal-sat there for two hours just trying to get her to trust me.” Tom muttered, speaking quickly as (y/n) made her way over to him, the dog a bit unnerved but letting (y/n) touch her.

“Oh you poor mama, can I see your teeth?” (y/n) whispered, reaching out slowly and scratching the dog's nose before pulling up her lip and looking at her teeth. “oh she’s young, maybe only two.”

Tom hummed, still holding the leash-smiling as the dog turned to Tom and buried her face in his stomach-just wanting to be comforted while being wrought with anxiety. “Hi, you’re safe now,” Tom whispered, rubbing her head slowly.

Eventually, after removing some ticks and giving her some water, Tom and (y/n) got the dog-which Tom named Aris- into the bath and gave her a well-deserved papering, Aris’ face practically smooshed into Tom’s side and arm as he removed so many weeks’ worth of dirt and grime from her fur-which was a beautiful brown brindle.

(y/n) and Tom gently picked Aris up and took her out of the tub, towel drying her and getting her set up temporarily in a spacious kennel, Tom sitting in the corner with Aris as (y/n) called the vet over to the shelter to get a better look at Aris.

“Do you think she’s ready to give birth?” Tom asked as he gently ran his hand up and down Aris’ side, who was slowly starting to fall asleep after getting some proper food in her belly and a nice blanket to cushion her.

“No, her body’s too hot still, a dogs temperature will drop when they go into labor,” (y/n) explained, cleaning Aris’ ears and checking her paws while they waited for the vet. “but she is in her last few weeks, maybe, who knows-maybe she’ll give birth this week. We’ll have to see what Doctor Lorrie says,” Tom hummed and nodded, pulling his legs up to give Aris a proper pillow as she huffed into his side, her body fully relaxing and letting herself go into a dead sleep after being hyper-vigilant for so many months(maybe years).

When Lorrie arrived, Aris was shaking in Tom’s arms as Lorrie examined her, nodding slowly as she put the stethoscope to the round belly of Aris. “Well, I can hear several heart beats, I don’t know how many there are, but all in all, she seems healthy enough-i'll test for any diseases and other illnesses, but she should be good to go.” Lorrie said and Tom sighed in relief, rubbing his palm against Aris’ ear.

Lorrie took some blood and reminded (y/n) and informed Tom of what to do if Aris’ went into labor and she was unable to be there in time or called. Tom listened intently as if he was in DADA or potions class, jotting everything down in his mental parchment.

“I don’t want to leave her in the shelter, you said she might give birth within the week right?” Tom asked Lorrie as she packed up her tools and the vet nodded, pinning her hair back behind her ears. “yes, she’s ready to drop-she might even do it tonight. Just in case I would house her in the house, in one of your rooms or downstairs where you can help if she needs.” (y/n) nodded and walked Dr. Lorrie out, later helping Tom get Aris’ set up in his room, the bathroom ready to go just in case she wanted to give birth In there-blankets and towels decorating the bathtub.

That night, Tom perked up at every shuffle and sound Aris made, but she would only readjust and go back to sleep, snoring and twitching as Tom watched like a hawk. But he would be awoken two days later to the sound of wining and excessive licking and Tom bolting up as if he was late to class, nearly tumbling off his bed as he saw Aris in the dim light, curled over her bottom half.

Tom leaped off his bed and opened his bedroom door-grabbing a book from the dresser and throwing it across the hall, not even bothering to check if (y/n)’s parents got up from the noise so he could get back to Aris.

(y/n) walked through the bathroom connection only moments later and the two sat by Aris’ side as she gave birth, her natural instincts kicking in as she pushed the first puppy out.

 She licked the membrane sack around the puppy off and the puppy gave a gasping cry as it breathed for the first time and (y/n) gently pinked the puppy up, checking its gender before setting it down by Ari’s belly so she could clean it. “Girl, first puppy is a girl,”

Tom nodded, rubbing his thumb on the side of Aris’ head as she pushed into his palm. It was another few minutes before the next puppy arrived, but Aris’ repeated her previous actions, licked the puppy free of the membrane, and (y/n) checked it before setting it by Aris’ belly. “Boy,”

Sometime later-maybe an hour, the next puppy came out. “Girl,” over the next two hours, the last of the puppies were born; another girl and one last boy, the boy being the runt of the litter. It was around 5:04 am when it was all over and Aris’ curled up by Tom’s side as her puppies ate and followed her head, falling asleep happy and healthy.

“Good job Tom,” (y/n) whispered, the two teens exhausted but happy as Aris who comfortably fell asleep on Tom’s leg. He hummed and closed his eyes, resting his head against the wall and sighing. Mr. and Mrs. Prothero came upstairs about a half hour later, asking about the loud noise they heard around midnight, and (y/n) just pointed at the puppies and then the book still lying by her door.

They immediately understood and didn’t ask any further questions.

The puppies were tagged and named, the runt resting in the crook of Tom’s arm as Aris’ ate her breakfast, the other puppies crying and eating their breakfast. “There you go,” Tom muttered as he put the runt by one of Aris’ free nipples, letting him have his breakfast. “eat up little one,”

(y/n) grinned sleepily from her spot on Tom’s bed, her leg crossed under the other. “He’s so small,” Tom muttered as he joined her, leaning back on his hands. “He’s the runt, there's always one of the litter that’s smaller than the rest, let’s hope he’s strong though-sometimes they don’t pull through due to not getting enough nutrients during development.” (y/n) said quietly and Tom frowned, staring at the little runt eating away.

“I won’t let that happen,” Tom said and (y/n) grinned, patting his back. “I know you won’t, he and mama were lucky to be found by you Tom,” (y/n) said with no lack of pride and Tom flushed, rubbing the back of his head. “I mean it, sugar cube…I’m really glad you’ve spent the summer here, it’s been fun,” (y/n) ended softly and Tom cleared his throat, keeping his eyes on the puppies.

“yeah…me too.” Tom whispered, lightly knocking his knee into (y/n)’s.

-end of part 10-

@slytherinboysappreciation

[brookstonalmanac]

Holidays 8.16

Holidays

Bennington Battle Day (Vermont)

Children’s Day (Paraguay)

Cotton Day (French Republic)

CPAN Day

Cyrene Asteroid Day

Debian Day

Direct Action Day (India)

816 Day

Ekka People’s Day

Elvis Presley Commemoration Day

Eyeglasses Day

Festival of the Minstrels (Tutbury Castle, UK)

Follow Your Nose Day

GERS Day (Scotland)

Gold Cup Parade (Prince Edward Island, Canada)

Gozan no Okuribi (a.k.a. Daimonji; Kyoto, Japan)

Harmonic Convergence Day

Hestia Asteroid Day

Indie Animation Day

INXS Day

Joe Miller’s Joke Day (UK)

Madonna Day

Madonna del Voto Day (Siena, Italy)

Monty Python Day

National Airborne Day

National Apprenticeship Day

National Authenticity Day

National Backflow Prevention Day

National Energy Day

National Energy Multiplier Day

National Fasting Day

National Independent Worker Day

National Love Your Loss Day

National Roller Coaster Day

National Tell A Joke Day

National Work From Home For Wellness

Palio di Siena (Siena, Italy horse race) [also 7.2]

Patton Takes Messina Anniversary Day

Pine Crest Boys Varsity Tennis Team Day (Florida)

Remember What Your Spouse Wore the First Time You Met Day

Salem Heritage Day (Massachusetts)

Surveillance Day (f.k.a. Wave at the Surveillance Cameras Day)

Tell-A-Joke Day

Thai Peace Day (Win Santiphap Thai; Thailand)

Tipperary Day (Ireland)

True Love Forever Day

Whitmer Fednapping Day

Yukon Discovery Day (Canada)

Food & Drink Celebrations

Baba Au Rhum Day

International Rum Day [also 6.23]

National Rum Day

World Bratwurst Day

Xicolatada (Hot Chocolate Festival; Palau-de-Cerdagne, France)

Independence & Related Days

Anniversary of the Restoration of the Republic (Dominican Republic; 1924)

Constitution Day (Equatorial Guinea)

Cyprus (from UK, 1960; but celebrated 10.1)

De Jure Transfer Day (Puducherry, India)

Fête de l'Indépendance (National Day; Gabon)

Independence Referendum Day (Bermuda; 1995)

New Year’s Days

Parsi New Year (Gujarat, Maharashtra; India)

3rd Friday in August

Carrot Fest begins (a.k.a. The World’s Greatest Carrot Fest; Canada) [3rd Friday & Saturday]

Flashback Friday [Every Friday]

Fry Day (Pastafarian; Fritism) [Every Friday]

GME Professionals Day [3rd Friday]

Hawaii Statehood Day (observed) [3rd Friday] (also 7.4)

Hug Your Boss Day [3rd Friday]

Kool-Aid Day [3rd Friday] (also 2nd Friday)

Men’s Grooming Day [3rd Friday]

National Day of Action Against Bullying & Violence (Australia) [3rd Friday]

National Hawaiian Shirt Day [3rd Friday]

National Men's Grooming Day [3rd Friday]

Weekly Holidays beginning August 16 (2nd Full Week of August)

Elvis Week (Week of 8.16)

National Balayage Week (Week of 8.16)

Festivals Beginning August 16, 2024

Alaska Greek Festival (Anchorage, Alaska) [thru 8.18]

Alaska State Fair (Palmer, Alaska) [thru 9.2]

BBQ & Fly-in on the River (Excelsior Springs, Missouri) [thru 8.17]

BBQ Music Fest (Huntington Beach, California) [thru 8.18]

Bear Creek Folk Festival (Grand Prairie, Alberta, Canada) [thru 8.18]

Beautiful Days (Ottery St Mary, United Kingdom) [thru 8.18]

Bite of Tacoma (Tacoma, Washington) [thru 8.19]

Canadian National Exhibition (Toronto, Canada) [thru 9.2]

Celebrate Erie (Erie, Pennsylvania) [thru 8.18]

Centralia Balloon Festival (Centralia, Illinois) [thru 8.18]

Copenhagen Cooking & Food Festival (Copenhagen, Denmark) [thru 8.25]

Cornfest (Ortonville, Minnesota) [thru 8.18]

Dead on the Creek (Laytonville, California) [thru 8.18]

Electric Picnic (Stradbally, Ireland) [thru 8.18]

Eurocon [European Science Fiction Convention] (Rotterdam, Netherlands) [thru 8.19]

Fan Expo Chicago [f.k.a. Wizard World Chicago] (Chicago, Illinois) [thru 8.18]

Florence Wine Fest (Florence, Alabama) [thru 8.17]

FolkEast (Little Glemham, England) [thru 8.18]

Franklin County Watermelon Festival (Russellville, Alabama) [thru 8.17]

Georgia Mountain Fair (Hiawassee, Georgia) [thru 8.24]

Kool-Aid Days (Hastings, Nebraska) [thru 8.18]

Machias Wild Blueberry Festival (Machias, Maine) [thru 8.18]

Macomb Balloon Rally (Macomb, Illinois) [thru 8.18]

Madison Ribberfest - BBQ & Blues (Madison, Indiana) [thru 8.17]

Nebraska Balloon & Wine Festival (Elkhorn, Nebraska) [thru 8.17]

New Orleans North Festival (Joliet, Illinois)

Northampton Balloon Festival (Northampton, United Kingdom) [thru 8.18]

Old Time Power Show (Cedar Falls, Iowa) [thru 8.18]

Palio di Siena (Siena, Spain)

Philadelphia Folk Festival (Schwenksville, Pennsylvania) [thru 8.18]

Sabin Harvest Days (Sabin, Minnesota) [thru 8.17]

Sarajevo Film Festival (Sarajevo, Bosnia and Herzegovina) [thru 8.23]

Seoul POPCON (Seoul, South Korea) [thru 8.18]

Summerfest (Sleepy Eye, Minnesota) [thru 8.18]

Summerfolk Music and Crafts Festival (Owen Sound, Canada) [thru 8.18]

Sutherlin Blackberry Festival (Sutherlin, Oregon) [thru 8.18]

Wallace Huckleberry Festival (Wallace, Idaho) [thru 8.18]

Western Idaho Fair (Boise, Idaho) [thru 8.25]

Wicomico County Fair (Salisbury, Maryland) [thru 8.18]

Wild Blueberry Festival (Paradise, Michigan) [thru 8.18]

Zoo Brew (Idaho Falls, Idaho)

Feast Days

Agostino Carracci (Artology)

Ana Petra Pérez Florido (Christian; Saint)

Armel (a.k.a. Armagillus; Christian; Saint)

Arsacius (Christian; Saint)

Benjamin Alire Sáenz (Writerism)

Carista (Day of Peace in the Family; Pagan)

Carle Vernet (Artology)

Charles Bukowski (Writerism)

Diana Wynne Jones (Writerism)

Diomedes of Tarsus (Christian; Saint)

The Ditzies (Muppetism)

Edrinios (Arbitration Time; Celtic Book of Days)

Hal Foster (Artology)

Harmonic Convergence Day (Everyday Wicca)

Herbed Butter Day (for Vesta’s Bread; Starza Pagan Book of Days)

Ivan Bilibin (Artology)

Joachim (Christian; Saint)

Napier (Positivist; Saint)

Otto Messmer (Artology)

Roch (Christian; Saint)

Shahenshahi (Parsi New Year; India)

Simplician (Christian; Saint)

Solarinite Day (Church of the SubGenius)

Stephen I of Hungary (Christian; Saint)

Translation of the Acheiropoietos icon from Edessa to Constantinople (Eastern Orthodox Church)

Wave at the Surveillance Cameras Day (Pastafarian)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Sensho (先勝 Japan) [Good luck in the morning, bad luck in the afternoon.]

Premieres

American Flyers (Film; 1985)

Austenland (Film; 2013)

Blind Faith, by Blind Faith (Album; 1969)

Blue Crush (Film; 2002)

Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, by Roald Dahl (Novel; 1964)

The Commitments (Film; 1991)

Crow De Guerre (The Inspector Cartoon; 1967)

Dear God, by XTC (Song; 1986)

The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test, by Tom Wolfe (Novel; 1968)

Fiddlesticks (Ub Iwerks MGM Cartoon; 1930) [1st Color Sound Cartoon]

Firemen’s Picnic (Oswald the Lucky Rabbit Cartoon; 1937)

Foreign Correspondent (Film; 1940)

He-Man and the Masters of the Universe (Animated TV Series; 2002)

If I Had a Hammer, by Peter, Paul & Mary (Song; 1962)

Last Train to Clarksville, by The Monkees (Song; 1966)

LazyTown (Children’s TV Series; 2004)

Lover, by Taylor Swift (Song; 2019)

Midnight in a Toy Shop (Silly Symphony Disney Cartoon; 1930)

Olympic Hymn, by Richard Strauss (Hymn; 1936)

Rodeo Romeo (Fleischer/Famous Popeye Cartoon; 1946)

The Roman Hat Mystery, by Ellery Queen (Novel; 1929)

Rules of the Ring, by Jack Broughton (Boxing Code; 1743) [1st Rules of Boxing]

The Scarlatti Inheritance, by Robert Ludlum (Novel; 1971)

Siegfried, by Richard Wagner (Opera; 1876) [Ring of the Nibelung #3]

The Tate Gallery (Museum; 1897)

Tom and Jerry Meet Sherlock Holmes (WB Animated Film; 2010)

Uncle Buck (Film; 1989)

The Usual Suspects (Film; 1995)

The Vanishing Prairie (Documentary Film; 1954)

Volunteers (Film; 1985)

What a Wonderful World, recorded by Louis Armstrong (Song; 1967)

Wimmin Hadn’t Oughta Drive (Fleischer Popeye Cartoon; 1940)

Winning the West (Mighty Mouse Cartoon; 1946)

Today’s Name Days

Alfred, Rochus, Stefan, Theodor (Austria)

Krunoslav, Roko, Stjepan (Croatia)

Jáchym (Czech Republic)

Rochus (Denmark)

Aulis, Aurel, Kuldar, Kullar, Kullo (Estonia)

Aulis (Finland)

Armel, Roch (France)

Alfred, Rochus, Stefan, Stephanie (Germany)

Alkiviadis, Apostolos, Diomedes , Diomidis, Gerasimos, Sarantis, Seraphim, Stamatia, Stamatis (Greece)

Ábrahám (Hungary)

Rocco, Serena, Stefano (Italy)

Aistars, Astra, Astrīda (Latvia)

Alvita, Butvydas, Jokimas, Rokas (Lithuania)

Brynhild, Brynjulf (Norway)

Alfons, Alfonsyna, Ambroży, Domarad, Domarat, Joachim, Joachima, Roch (Poland)

Leonard (Slovakia)

Esteban, Roque (Spain)

Brynolf (Sweden)

Yukhym (Ukraine)

Craig, Kraig, Roch, Rochelle, Rochester, Rock, Rocky, Serena, Serenity, Serina (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 229 of 2024; 137 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 5 of Week 33 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Coll (Hazel) [Day 14 of 28]

Chinese: Month 7 (Ren-Shen), Day 13 (Red-Zi)

Chinese Year of the: Dragon 4722 (until January 29, 2025) [Wu-Chen]

Hebrew: 12 Av 5784

Islamic: 10 Safar 1446

J Cal: 19 Purple; Fryday [19 of 30]

Julian: 3 August 2024

Moon: 87%: Waxing Gibbous

Positivist: 4 Gutenberg (9th Month) [Napier]

Runic Half Month: As (Gods) [Day 9 of 15]

Season: Summer (Day 58 of 94)

Week: 2nd Full Week of August

Zodiac: Leo (Day 26 of 31)

[positive-twizzle-energy]

Pov you're at Espoo GP, 2022. Final warmup for ice dancers has just begun. The stadium is full. The announcer has just announced that Piper Gilles' hobbies include flute playing and monty python horse riding. Everyone shares confused looks. The announcer does it again in finnish, clearly not learning from their mistakes. You wish they'd announced the third hobby in her bio, to be honest.

[canidkid]

Summer Harvest Season

Been a while since I've posted writing! Classic little domestic peace agere oneshots,, my passion :3

Regressor!Johnny Abbot & CG!Meadow (oc)

🐴🍒🐕🍃🌾☀️

Read the full thing under the cut!

! Contains some very very minor cussing !

It was finally cherry season. The time of year both Johnny and Meadow looked most forward to. They prepared as well as they possibly could. Cleaning jam jars and pie pans, giving the kitchen an all new shine. Meadow had been writing down the progress of fruiting trees in the area for years, so she was dead set on the perfect time and place.

Johnny had asked early on if it were alright if he regressed at any point. He knew cherry picking was a lot more work than people liked to crack it up to be. And he didn't want to make it any more bothersome with his childish tendencies. Meadow seemed to take this as a personal challenge.

"Alright, Johnny- boy! Sun's almost up to the Horizon, so we gotta hurry!" She pats her wicker basket, stuffed with countless other fabric bags. He peeks up at her from the ground, where he's currently struggling to tie his shoes. Meadow smiles softly. It makes Johnny shrink into himself slightly. "I'm sorry. I won't be much help like this all-all- ugh.." Johnny keeps his Gaze intently focused on the tips of his shoes.

Meadow kneels down next to him, wordlessly finishing his clumsy attempt at putting on his outdoor shoes. "You'll be a great help. I know someone who picks the best ever cherries for pies. And I believe I remember, he also taught me the jam recipe we're still using!" She turns her face toward him with a genuine smile, hesitantly returned by the other.

It was a rather hot day, summer seemed to have come in hard and fast. Everybody was grateful for the shade the forestry provided. Sterling plodded dutifully behind Meadow as she led the way through the twisty-turny foot paths. Johnny was still quite spooked by the whole horse thing - but Meadow had insisted the bonding would do them some good! Even if Meadow would be the one holding a lead rope the whole time. This horse-human triad was, as always, flanked by two of the woman's dogs. Stella trotted upfront, beside her master. Her fluffy, dual toned coat bouncing along with every happy step. Her brother Monty darted between his duties like a tricolor lightning flash. Check on Meadow, check on Sterling, check on Meadow's other weird pet, repeat.

Their trip to the fruiting trees wasn't a long one. It hardly took them far from the cottage. Past a lake and through a dense path of ferns, finally to the large clearing.

The field in which they stood was divided by a flowing stream of water. A very welcome sight to everyone involved. Meadow had expected Johnny to go down younger - but not at this speed! She caught a glimpse of the boy practically vibrating up on the draft horse's back. He captured her gaze, his smile brightening as he stuck one arm out to her. "Down Doe, down!" Meadow laughed, hauling her little boy back to solid ground. She barely got a second to look at him, before he immediately turned his attention to Sterling. He leaned in to him, whispering in the animal's ear as he patted his neck.

"You're a good horsie. Good horsie, Sterling! If Doe says you can't have cherries I'll get you some…but you can't tell her! But you have to be eeeeeeextra nice on the way back also!"

Meadow almost couldn't hold her laughter. They'd just gotten here, and he was already conspiring with her animals!! At least Stella and Monty were immune. They knew damn well they could get their own cherries. Both dogs had shot off to the stream almost immediately on arrival. Chasing each other through the grass and using the water as an out, or splashing one another with it - their high-pitched yips and barks disturbing the surrounding serenity as they played.

Meadow set her big basket on the ground. Clapping her hands to call everybody to attention. "Alright, kids, time to get some work done!" She picked a cloth bag from the selection she'd brought. "Anything you can reach, put it in the bag! But - and this is important - check any fruit for worm holes or signs of rot! We don't want that yucky stuff in our food." Johnny eagerly reached for his own bag, trundling behind Meadow like an excited puppy.

The heat was easy to forget when you were having fun. Not long after they'd begun to pluck their share of cherries, Johnny and Meadow had decided it would be much more fun to climb the trees instead of simply trying to reach lower branches. The dogs would not have let this slide, were it not for the fact they were unable to do anything but watch disapprovingly from the ground. Sterling had elected himself to be an active part of this endeavor, always positioning himself so his big head was between the branches. Johnny kept his earlier promise, slipping the old horse a sweet summer treat every once in a while.

I never continued with this fic thingie - maybe I will in the future! But I hope you enjoy how far I did get for now ! ! <3

[woahpinkhorsegirl]

This is Candie Sugarr! Another Gen 5 OC!

She's a professional baker and maretime bay resident, also a mother of two (one biological, another adoptive). Shes been described as nurturing, sweet, and gentle, rarely ever showing any kind of scorn or aggression or anger.

(Age can differ with scenario)

Her biological son, Rainbow Fondant, is a glass half-full type, optimistic about the world and seeking adventure. He's close with his family and friends, especially in his more mature years.

His biological dad is deceased. His father was a lumberjack named Timber who died after a tree fell on him with nopony around to help in time, and except from the streaks in his mane, Rainbow is a spitting image of his dad.

Monitor "Monty" Gearshift (they/them) is Candie's partner, and they're often described as "by the books". They have a habit of doing things verbatim and they refuse to use their magic during technician work because they fear that they're "cheating", especially in a mostly earth-pony populated town. But, they are caring and loyal, and a little silly when they need to be, so Candie loves them all the same.

Candie and Monty were friends before her former husband passed, Candie being the first pony to befriend Monty after they moved to Maretime Bay post-reuniting of the tribes. After her husband passed (which she was around 1 or 2 months pregnant at the time), Monty was there to help her grieve. They took extra time to get Candie out of the house and doing recreational things with them, making sure she got at least some serotonin in her system during that period. This time spent together lead to them becoming attracted to each other romantically (even if Candie was worried about entering another relationship after the tragic ending of her last commitment), and Monty became both her new partner and a new parent, as three months after the start of their relationship, Rainbow Fondant was born.

Broken Record, also known as "Brooke", is a mare who goes by both he/him and she/her pronouns. She's the adoptive daughter of Candie and Monty, who both would describe her as rather rebellious and confrontational. He's not afraid to make his opinions known, and his parents don't know why. Considering she was a runaway they unofficially took in, their best guess is that home wasnt the greatest.

(Theres no credits in these but i used bases from the same people who made the ones for Candie and her family, there's not many G5 base makers out there)

This is Candie's family, where she is the middle child of three. Her parents (Fiery Caramel and Glazed Goal) were both professional sports players in Maretime Bay, with Fiery Caramel being good at cooking and baking on the side. The two often butted heads and frequently kept swapping places as second and third place. But, somehow, this only caused them to fall in love, and upon finding out they were having a foal, Fiery Caramel willingly retired from her position and became a full time mom, while her husband eased up on work and simply became a coach for youth athletes. Fury Punch was their first child, and inherited the athleticism of his parents, being a skilled fighter and athlete who can dominate any game. He doesn't have much luck with romance, or socialization in general, unfortunately, but he loves the connections he does have. Vanilla Confection is their final child, having a far longer age gap than her siblings. She inherited the mixed talents of being both athletic and a baking perfectionist, and is also the most loving and sweet in the family, often making a habit to say hello to as many ponies as possible whenever she goes out on a run to see friends. This also results in her seeing her older sister the most of all the family members.

Thats Candie and her family! Thank you for reading about my silly horses. Have a nice day!