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tempestuousheinousbitch · 6 years ago

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( brie larson, cisfemale, she/her, 27 ) — have you seen [ BOBBI MOORE ] around shermer? i hear they’re INDIVIDUALISTIC, but can also be TEMPESTUOUS A HEINOUS BITCH. they remind me of [ KAT STRATFORD from 10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU ], but it might just be me. last i saw them, they were working as a(n) [ JOURNALIST ].

GENERAL

FULL NAME: Roberta Jolene Moore NICKNAME(S): Bobbi, Bobbi Jo AGE/DATE OF BIRTH: 27, 01/16/1992 OCCUPATION: Journalist GENDER: Cisfemale PRONOUNS: She/Her HOMETOWN: Seattle, Washington CURRENT RESIDENCE: Shermer, Illinois POSITIVE TRAITS: Individualistic, Eloquent, Organized, Purposeful NEGATIVE TRAITS: Tempestuous, Shrewish, Cynical, Scornful

BIOGRAPHY

non-consensual tw, implied rape tw

there is no greater comfort than the pitter patter of the rain. she loves it - craves it when it’s not around. perhaps that’s a result of growing up in washington state. rain was a constant in her youth, as well as douglas firs peaking out over silvery mist and slate colored skies. yes, it does rain in shermer, but illinois rainfall couldn’t compete with the damp autumns of the pacific northwest. it’s the one thing bobbi misses most as she sits before her laptop, bemoaning the writer’s block that’s keeping her page blank, a room temp cup of black coffee and a deap vally record all but forgotten to the blonde. if only it rained a little more the midwest.

roberta jolene moore was born the eldest of two daughters to an obstetrician and an aspiring writer. but let’s get one thing clear - her name is bobbi. she’ll murder you if you call her roberta. no one calls her roberta. not since the day her mom up and left the family without so much as an explanation. whoever roberta moore was died as the tail lights of her mom’s 1971 corola vanished into the horizon. it would be a few more hours before her dad or younger sister woke up to the news, but bobbi had already witnessed it. she supposed that was a day that a lot changed for her. all of those childlike qualities that little girls so naturally possess seemed to vanish over night. dad was going to need someone to look out for him, and her little sister was going to be in desperate need of a strong female presence. so bobbi filled the gaps that their mother’s departure left. she became a homemaker and a nurturer, a shoulder for her hysterical father and naive sister to lean on, and she became the backbone of a family that had suddenly lost their foundation.

of course this wasn’t the event that lead to the shrewish woman she is often condemned for today. no, maternal abandonment wasn’t going to be the thing that broke her. naturally, it was junior high. bobbi wasn’t exactly the most pretty thing around. like most ninth graders, she was a little awkward looking and experiencing the pains of puberty and acne. but she wasn’t bad looking either - at least, not to the class stud. for whatever reason they dated. probably because bobbi was a much different girl back then. she was someone who wanted to be accepted and who wanted to belong. which made it easy to get her to do what he wanted. all it took was some sweet words and enough wine coolers to cause bobbi moore to lose all inhibitions. she doesn’t remember much from that night. she remembers the music and the laughter of the party, and the first taste of alcohol. the rest was a blur, and her next clear memory was the following morning, laying naked and alone in the guest bedroom of her boyfriend’s house. it was easy to piece together what happened - she got drunk and she lost her virginity at the tender age of fourteen. something switched off for her in that moment, a feeling of discomfort. when her friends had written off the experience as “something she wanted” and “something teenagers all do”, she tried to write it off as all being okay. but of course, when her ‘doting’ boyfriend dumped her shortly after, the humiliation was enough to change bobbi. never again would she let other people’s expectations decide what she was going to do, and never again would she trust anyone else’s intentions with her.

that was the beginning to the bobbi moore evolution, though she isn’t one to admit it. it’s no one’s business why she’s the way she is or what lead to her being such a ‘heinous bitch’. she doesn’t really feel like she owes anyone explanations for the kind of person she is. she’s bobbi moore - shrewd investigative journalist, tempestuous ‘feminazi’ writer, abrasive and aggressively assertive liberal, whatever. she kind of just lets people say what they want to say. to correct them would mean that she cares about her reputation and in the immortal words of joan jett, she “ doesn’t give a damn about her bad reputation. ” if being the town shrew is the only way to keep people at arm’s length, then bobbi is all for it. or people who aren’t worth her time - if you’ve got even an ounce of originality and aren’t a walking and talking cliche then you just might be one of her close circle, the few people in shermer she actually likes socializing with and being associated with. it’s a wonder if there’s anyone that can tame her.

seems unlikely.

MISC

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Pansexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Panromantic LANGUAGES: English FAMILY: Walter Moore (father), Mrs. Moore (mother, estranged), Becky Moore (sister) PETS: a Husky named Ruth Bader Ginsbark and a Golden Retriever named Rosie The Retrieveter ZODIAC SIGN: Capricorn MBTI: ISTJ AESTHETIC: black coffee forgotten and cooled to room temperature; female musicians and feminist bands in vinyl only ( of course ); loose typewriter keys in her pockets; cracked brown leather jackets, vintage band tees; makeup-less face and messy buns; chipped black nail polish; coexist bumper sticker on a beat up 63 dodge dart; reading glasses sitting on the button of her nose, a finger shaped smudge on the right lens; concert ticket stubs, bleached shells, creased poetry slam programs, and scraps of old writing in a trinket box long forgotten in the far corner of the closet; freckles that only come out with the sun, sideways smirks and a mischievous twinkle in dark chocolate eyes; leather bound notebooks e v e r y w h e r e, blue ink stains on hands; long empty hours staring at pages and willing words to appear; nights spent alone and welcoming the solitude

WANTED CONNECTIONS

the brat pack - a close knit crew of like-minded individuals who rise above the regulars of shermer society. popular isn’t a word commonly used for this group and very likely would never be used. they’re the outcasts of society who dare to speak up for themselves and their beliefs. and bobbi loves how they challenge each other to think beyond themselves and the proverbial box which cages much of the “small minded simpletons of shermer society”. jesse shah, open

the vapid one - the epitome of what bobbi hates the most in most people. the white knight of the status quo, the personification of banality, a loathsome creature of society who coasts the mainstream and has made a happy place there. they’re very unlikely to contain an original thought, and it bothers bobbi to no end. yet she’s ardently fascinated with this cliche and despite her best efforts cannot seem to stay away. heather mcnamara

the contender - unlike the vapid one, the contender is someone that bobbi doesn’t just loath for being just another cog in society’s machine - she despises them for the way they unapologetically flaunt it in her face. these two are always at war, constantly bemoaning the other’s existence and arguing over every stupid little thing they can think of. they could probably start a heated debate over the state of the weather if they wanted to - these two can never see eye to eye, and it’s better to steer clear of them when they’re in close proximity to one another. that is, unless you want to witness the pair butting heads again. open

more to come. i’m too lazy to think of anything else ahfiehapfheiapfhea

#* i’m your hell i’m your dream i’m nothing in between ( about. )#shermerintro #I hate this one more than I hate luca’s #ajdjchshhxhws

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walkerismychoice · 7 years ago

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Queen of My Heart - Chapter 5

The Royal Romance Reality Show AU

Pairing: Drake X MC, Liam X MC

Rating: PG

Author’s Note: This chapter picks up the morning after the welcome ball. I really didn’t want to cut the chapter off where I did, but the only alternative to was to make it twice and long, and I felt I would be rushing it more to get it out. So this isn’t the most eventful chapter, but its sets things up for event to come.

Tag List: @lazychic28, @choices-fanatic, @simplyaiden-blog, @butindeed, @bobasheebaby, @queencatherynerhys, @theroyalweisme, @boneandfur, @drakelover78 @notoriouscs, @mfackenthal, @blackcatkita, @devineinterventions2, @choiceswreckedme, @drakewalkerfantasy, @andy-loves-corgis

Word Count: 2259

Queen of My Heart Chapter Index

Kat and Jo pored over the footage from the night before.

"God, those two are like lovesick puppies already," Jo laughed. "It's almost sickening to watch."

"They definitely are making our job easy so far," Kat mused, staring at the screen.

"Who else do you think is a frontrunner? Who else is wife material, and who do we need to make sure Liam keeps for the drama?

Kat flipped through the head shots of the women. "Hana' a keeper for sure. She's good at everything, and there's nothing not to like. Maybe Lydia and Kiara as well. He seemed interested in conversing with all three of them last night"

Jo nodded her head. "I agree, all three possibly solid choices to compete with Riley. Madeleine comes off as an ice queen, but she really wants to be queen. If she warms up to Liam, she could be a contender, but I could also see her butting heads with some of the other woman. Plus, it's no secret that she is King Constantine's first choice for Liam and was dumped by Liam's brother Leo when he abdicated. There are so many possibilities for her story. What's your gut feeling on Olivia?

"I think she's another one that can go either way. She's had a close relationship with Liam since childhood and has a tragic backstory with her parents being killed when she was a young child. From the footage, she seems more into Liam than he is into her, but that could add some angst with the unrequited love angle. She also has no filter and doesn’t seem to make friends easily. There will be drama with that one for sure. We just have to see how her story plays out, but she’s a keeper too.” Kat thought for a moment, looking at the photos once more. “Oh! One more...Penelope. I don’t see her being a match for Liam intellectually, but she’s gorgeous. And the things that come out of her mouth...we’ll get lots of good soundbites from her.

All right, I think we’ve got a solid group here to get us good ratings. Now we just have to see how Liam is feeling after last night. Wait, there is one thing I wanted to show you.” Jo rewound through some footage before pressing play again. “Do you see that?”

Kat watched Riley being walked back to her room by her guard and then him leaving a few moments later. She didn’t notice anything remarkable. “What am I missing here Jo?”

“Kat, have we not been doing this long enough for you to notice subtle body language? She rewound the footage again. Look at her, she’s running her hand through her hair, smiling, leaning in closer. I think she’s into him. He ignores it mostly, but you can see him break a little at the end. It’s nothing big, but we should keep an eye on it. What was Liam thinking assigning her such a hot bodyguard?”

“I don’t think we have anything to worry about. She’s way into Liam already, but your concern is noted.”

There was a knock at the door.

“That must be Prince Liam. Why don’t you go get the door Kat.”

“Good morning ladies,” Liam greeted respectfully. “You wanted to discuss upcoming dates?

“Yes, please have a seat.” Jo motioned to an empty chair in front of her desk. “We need to discuss who is going on the one on one and group dates. Everyone will be on the group date except the woman you choose for the one on one. The one on one will be this evening, the group date tomorrow afternoon, and then the first cocktail party and apple blossom ceremony will be tomorrow evening. You will be eliminating 3 women from the competition at that time.”

“I would like to ask Riley on the one on one date.”

Jo shook her head in disagreement.“ Sorry Liam, but we can’t let you do that.”

“Isn’t this about me finding my future wife? I should be able to decide who I spend my time with,” Liam objected.

Kat jumped in to try and smooth things over. “Liam you are right, this is about you choosing your wife. Jo and I personally love Riley and would be happy if you ended up with her. But we also need to produce an entertaining show. You chose her for the first dance last night. If you keep picking her first for everything the viewers will get bored. More viewers equals more exposure for Cordonia and Cordonian exports. We know you are doing the show to help the people of Cordonia. You also don’t want Riley to have a target on her back. Woman can be brutal towards each other, and they already see her as an outsider.”

“Oh, I guess you do have a point.” Disappointment showed on Liam’s face, but then he managed a small smile. “How about Hana? I think we could get on well.”

“Kat and I approve. You will be taking her to a vineyard in the countryside for wine tasting, and then you will have dinner and a private concert at the vineyard.”

“And what about the group date?”

“The women will be planting trees in the apple orchard followed by a group picnic. To make it more interesting, the woman who plants the most trees in an hour will get private time with you. There will be a more secluded area where you can have one on one conversations with some of the women, but then everyone will be sent home, and you and the winner will get to have dessert alone with you,” Jo explained.

Liam furrowed his brow. “Competing for time alone with me? This all sounds a little silly.”

Kat interjected again. “Think of how good this will look for Cordonia. You will be highlighting your main export, the Cordonian Ruby. You’ll get a chance to see what these ladies are made of, and the world will see that the noble women of Cordonia are more than just pretty faces and aren’t afraid to get their hands dirty.”

“It does sound better when you frame it like that.”

“Liam, Kat and I have been in this business a long time. Leave worrying about the details to us, and you just focus on finding your wife.”

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Riley woke up with a big smile on her face, thinking about the ball the night before. Her itinerary told her breakfast was at 9am, and everyone was to meet in the main parlor at 10am to find out about date assignments. Just as she was about to leave, there was a knock on the door. She opened it to find Drake standing there.

"Bennett, did you just open the door without checking through the peephole to see who I was? You could get yourself killed that way."

Did he just call me Bennett? Wasn't it Riley yesterday? "So are we going by last names now? That's not fair, I don't even know yours."

"That's all you got out of that? I'm supposed to make sure you are safe, and that's going to be hard to do if you can't even manage basic safety precautions."

"Oh Drake, I highly doubt someone is going to get past security at 9 in the morning and come attack me in my room."

"While not likely, anything could happen. Just start checking to make sure you know who is at the door before you open it."

Riley couldn't decide if she found Drake's extreme regard for her safety endearing or annoying. Probably more annoying if anything. "Am I going to be stuck with you all the time? I'm not even allowed to walk to the dining room on my own?"

"Trust me, I'm just following orders. This is last on the list of things I want to be doing right now. But no, I won't be with you all the time. If you are alone on a date with Liam, his guard will be sufficient for both of you. I'll be at all the group dates and court functions, but most of the time you won't even realize I'm there. I won't be traveling with you if events are outside of the palace grounds. You'll be traveling by limo with the other women.

"I don't know what would be worse...being stuck in a car with them...or having to put up with you," Riley teased."

"Ha ha," Drake replied sarcastically. “Now I suggest we leave if you don't want to miss breakfast."

"Wait, you still didn't tell me your last name."

Drake rolled his eyes. "It's Walker. Now let's go."

Breakfast was uneventful. Riley sat at a table with Hana, Kiara and Penelope. The more time she spent with other noble women, the more she realized how different her upbringing was. They had classes on dancing, diplomacy, and dinner etiquette, among other things. There were expectations to marry into nobility, hopefully with a man whose title out-ranked their own. Riley had played some sports and did piano lessons growing up, but that was about it. Her mom's only wish for her was to finish college and find a career that could make her happy and financially independent.

After breakfast they gathered in the parlor. Everyone was buzzing with anticipation. A well-dressed man with unnaturally white teeth walked in.

"Good morning ladies. I'm Chad Garrison, and I'm the host of Queen of My Heart. I know you are all waiting to hear about the dates. There will be one individual one on one date with Liam today, and tomorrow the rest of you will get a group date with Liam. Without further ado, I leave you with today's date card. I will see you all tomorrow night at the apple blossom ceremony.

Madeleine, who was seated nearest to Chad, shot up out of her chair and practically snatched the card out of his hand. She opened it and scoffed loud enough for the others to hear before pasting a fake smile on her face and reading the card out loud. "Hana, get ready to drink and dine with world class food and Wine in Cordonia's countryside."

There was a mix of reactions around the room. Some women congratulated Hana and some sat silently giving her death stares. Riley thought there was a chance she could get the first solo date, so she was slightly disappointed. But if it had to be anyone else, she was glad it was Hana.

Filming paused and Kat came in to address the room. “Hana, you need to be ready to leave by 2pm. The rest of you have a free day today. You can hang by the pool, work out, walk around the grounds, etc. Whatever you want as long as you stay in the specified areas.”

As the women started to disperse, Kat pulled Riley aside discreetly. “Riley, you don’t get a free day. We are allowing Maxwell and Betrand to spend the day with you.”

“Do we get to have some fun sibling bonding time?”

“Something like that. They’ll explain when you get there. Kat called Drake over. “Drake, please escort Riley to the grand ballroom.”

Drake and Riley walked in relative silence to the ballroom. Maxwell and Bertand were already inside when they arrived.

Maxwell got up from his chair, shook Drake’s hand,and patted him on the back. “Drake Buddy! How have you been? I didn’t get a chance to talk to you last night.”

“Wait a second.” Riley looked back and forth between Maxwell and Drake. “I didn’t know you two knew each other.”

“Liam, Drake, and I all grew up together. Betrand and I have known Drake for years, right buddy?”

“Maxwell, stop calling me buddy." Drake turned to Riley. "Being Liam’s friend all these years meant I was stuck with Maxwell too.”

“Oh Drake, you know you love me. Just admit it.”

“Yeah, sure, whatever you want to think”

“Hmm,” Riley cut in. “Maybe you can tell me more about Drake then since he doesn’t seem to want to tell me anything about himself.”

“Maxwell, you know I have way more dirt on you than you have on me. Just think about that before you say anything,” Drake warned. “Now, I’m guessing you don’t need me for whatever you are doing here. Can I trust that you two can return Riley to her room safely this evening?”

“Betrand spoke up. “We will take good care of her. No need to worry.”

“You better. I don’t need Liam getting upset with me. See you tomorrow morning Bennett.”

Riley watched Drake leave the room, thinking about their interactions thus far. He showed glimpses of warmth towards her one minute, but then he was closed off and kind of an asshole the next. He was a tough one to figure out, which only made her want to try harder. She would have to deal with that later though. “Okay guys. Can you tell me what we are doing here.”

“Welcome to day two of the Beaumont Brother’s crash course in courtly etiquette!” Maxwell exclaimed.

“Seriously? Do I really have to do this?”

Riley, we are absolutely serious,” Betrand said with an absolutely serious expression to match. “Yesterday was a start, but there is so much more you need to learn, and the producers agree. We want to give you every advantage we can.”

"That, and Bertand is afraid you will embarass us."

"Maxwell!"

Riley laughed. "Well I guess we should get started so I don't tarnish the Beaumont name."

#the royal romance #playchoices #drake x mc #liam x mc #play choices

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infinnitethejackal · 7 years ago

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oh meme?

tagged by @tiniest-jo :0 prepare for tons of random commentary thru this

1ST RULE: Tag users you would like to know better.

2ND RULE: BOLD the statements that are true.

[note: i’ve added italics for semi-true/unsure/depends type answers and my tags will be dumped at the end of this post!!]

APPEARANCE:

I am 5'7" or taller [first thing n my short self is already called out damn lmao]

I wear glasses

I have at least one tattoo [nah but funfact: planning on it soon-ish hhhuu]

I have at least one piercing [yea!! :0 my ears]

I have blonde hair [naturally yea but like rn its dyed so. semi-true??]

I have brown eyes

I have short hair [is shoulders considered short or? idk]

My abs are at least somewhat defined [tbh im more bone-y than anything else]

I have or have had braces

PERSONALITY:

I love meeting new people [rly depends on my mood tbh lmao]

People tell me that I’m funny

Helping others with their problems is a big priority for me

I enjoy physical challenges [depends on the type]

I enjoy mental challenges [again it rly depends on what kind]

I’m playfully rude with people I know well [if i feel sure theyre ok w it!!]

I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it

There is something I would change about my personality

ABILITY:

I can sing well [tbh i cant tell easily but i think?? kinda???]

I can play an instrument [tho itd be neat to learn smth]

I can do over 30 pushups without stopping

I’m a fast runner [if im Feelin It i guess??]

I can draw well [i’d like to hope so?? aaa??]

I have a good memory [sorta?? its either weirdly precise or AWFUL]

I’m good at doing math in my head

I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute

I have beaten at least 2 people in arm wrestling [never done arm wrestling lmao]

I know how to cook at least 3 meals from scratch [i live on cold spaghetti]

I know how to throw a proper punch [i think??? ive never had to tho so idk]

HOBBIES:

I enjoy playing sports

I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else

I’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else

I have learned a new song in the past week

I work out at least once a week

I’ve gone for runs at least once a week

I have drawn something in the past month [i at least doodle almost daily]

I enjoy writing

Fandoms are my #1 passion [ehh idk it. depends???]

I do or have done martial arts

EXPERIENCES:

I have had my first kiss

I have had alcohol

I have scored the winning goal in a sports game

I have watched an entire season of a TV show in one sitting

I have been at an overnight event

I have been in a taxi

I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year [not admitted in, but to one??]

I have beaten a video game in one day

I have visited another country [nah but i intend to travel a lot more in future!!]

I have been to one of my favourite band’s concerts

RELATIONSHIPS:

I’m in a relationship

I have a crush on a celebrity

I have a crush on someone I know [does a fictional character count as knowi-]

I have been in at least 3 relationships

I have never been in a relationship

I have asked someone out or admitted my feelings to them

I get crushes easily

I have had a crush on someone for over a year

I have been in a relationship for at least a year

I have had feelings for a friend

MY LIFE:

I have at least one person I consider a “best friend” [hell yea :3c 🦌]

I live close to my school [i aint in school no more my guy]

My parents are still together

I have at least one sibling

I live in the United States

There is snow right now where I live

I have hung out with a friend in the past month [does online count LMAO]

I have a smartphone

I have at least 15 CDs

I share my room with someone

RANDOM:

I have breakdanced

I know a person named Jamie [kinda?? was my dads pal but i was rly young]

I have had a teacher with a last name that’s hard to pronounce

I have dyed my hair [y e a]

I’m listening to one song on repeat right now [nah but cycling thru lemon demon]

I have punched someone in the past week

I know someone who has gone to jail

I have broken a bone

I have eaten a waffle today

I know what I want to do with my life [in some ways but others nah]

I speak at least 2 languages

I have made a new friend in the past year [@ the huge infidget server fam]

TAGGING: @gadgetthewolf and @gaylaxie u lads are my go-tos for tag memes bc i feel ur the least likely to deck me for it WHEEZES

#infi.txt

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kitgilmore · 7 years ago

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TWO // I WILL FOLLOW.

"So you're just leaving," Thomas said, Thomas Knight was her piano partner, on more than one occasion they had been forced together during a concert, and sure he was a great piano player and often kept up with her, but he was also a minute man. Track to be more specific. Thomas was typically handsome they kind of guy when his hobbies are described you think sure that sounds right. It wasn't in until one night both high from the spring recital, the two shared a very heated kiss that Kit began to notice the finer details about Mr Knight that he could quote blade runner backwards or how he always smelt like the ocean, that he hated being called Tommy. Beginning the first romance of Kit Gilmore, as her mother had grown to call it, short as it was only lasting 3 months before they both agreed, their professional relationship was far more interesting.

"I'm moving school, Thomas not countries, I'll promise you'll survive." She told him, grabbing the notebook, textbooks, an old sweater and makeup bag out of her locker and dumping them into the box the tall boy was holding.

"Yeah I know" he replied, Kit just raised her eyebrows at him trying to be cool, slamming the red rusted door shut for the last time. She tried to take the box from him but he just shook her head and motioned her forward.

"I'll still be around for Miss Patty and recitals and we can even do that Christmas Hanukkah Winter medley you were talking about the other night," she told him as they walked down the hall and out the door, Kit turned when she heard the sound of her sister's voice.

"30 Minutes with traffic." Rory was walking towards the town centre with the new boy, Kit remembered someone mentioning he moved here from Chicago during her French class.

"Okay, then I guess it alright that you're leaving," Thomas said, returning her attention to the dark haired boy beside her she sniggered, wondered if he heard what he just said.

"Thank you, kind sir, for your permission, how will I ever repay you." Kit said with extreme gestures.

He just shook his head at his friend and the two of them made their way towards her house.

❊❊❊❊

That night, at Luke's dinner the three of them we're all picking their food, Kit was worried about her cello audition, about catching up in her classes, while Rory was now unsure whether she wanted to move schools and Their mother, her big secret was, that she'd asked her parents for the money to pay the tuition of the girls new school.

"I forgot to tell you both, that we're having dinner tomorrow night at your grandparent's house," Lorelai told them, breaking them out their own thoughts the twins exchanged a look.

"We are?" Kit asked

"Mhmm" she replied before taking a sip of coffee.

"But, it's September," Rory asked her.

"So"

"So, there are no national holidays in September, expect National fortune cookie day but i don’t think grandma knows that." Kit told them with a smile, taking a sip of her own.

"Look, it's not a holiday thing. It's just dinner, okay?" Their mother told them.

"Fine, sorry," Rory told her sheepishly.

Luke brought their burgers to the tables and conversation stopped, pulling the check of the pad he said "Red meat can kill you. Enjoy."

"So, I finished hemming your skirts today"

"Thanks, mom" Kit said as she started to enjoy her food, while her sister was stabbing her burger with her folk.

"A grunt of acknowledgment might be nice," Lorelai said, directed at Rory.

"I don't understand why we're going to dinner tomorrow night. I mean, what if I had plans? You didn't even ask me." Kit couldn't help but snort at her sister's words which earned her a slide glance, boy her sister was in a mood tonight.

"Well, if you had plans I would have known." their mother said completely missing the point Rory was trying to make.

"How?"

"Well, you would have told me." She stated

"I don't tell you everything. I have my own things." Rory snapped back.

"Fine, you have things".

"That's right. I have things."

"Hey. I had dibs on being the bitch tonight" Their mother said, Kit watched as she took a breath and tried to calm herself it was a habit Kit herself had picked up, I didn't always work.

"Just tonight" Rory muttered.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Kit joined raising her voice slightly.

"I'm not sure I want to go to Chilton," Rory told them, her eyes refused to catch theirs.

"What?" Kit roared, where had this come from.

"The timing is just really bad." She began to explain.

"The timing is bad?" Lorelai repeated.

"And the bus ride to and from Hartford, it's like thirty minutes each way."

"I can't believe what I'm hearing."

"Plus, I don't think we should be spending that money right now. I mean, I know Chilton's got to be costing you a lot."

"Oh, you have no idea." Their mother said Kit knew it was a loaded statement but was too shocked by her sisters change in attitude.

"All of your money should be going toward buying an inn with Sookie."

"Except the part that's paying for me to go to Chilton because I'm still going". Kit said turning to her sister who just let out a breath.

"What about college? What about Harvard?"

"We don't know that I can't get into Harvard if I stay where I am, you don't even want to go Harvard." she said to her sister.

"You don't have enough diversity for that, and maybe I don't but how about I take your spot." Kit retorted.

"Okay, enough. Enough of the crazy talk, okay? I appreciate your concern but I have this covered."

"I still don't want to go." She said with a huff.

"Why?"

"Because I don't."

"Rory!" Kit exclaimed.

"I have to get out of here," Lorelai explained, getting up from her sit in the dinner and starts to leave, Kit followed after her opening the door into the cool night streets.

"We have to pay first," Rory stated as if that was the problem.

As they walked home in silence they saw, Lane on her awkward hayride date, sandwiched between two Korean boys, when they reached Miss Patty's dance studio, Kit was recreating not finishing her dinner.

One-two-three. One-two-three. One-two-three. It's a waltz, ladies. Susie, do you have to tinkle? Then uncross your legs, darling.

"Oh, Rory, good. I think I found a job for your male friend." Miss Patty said standing the door way, light silhouetting her, as she smokes a cigarette, looking as fabulous as every.

"What male friend?" Lorelai asked, and now Kit understood. STUPID LEATHER JACKET BOY.!

"They need a stock boy at the supermarket. I already talked to Taylor Doose about him. You just send him around tomorrow."

"Okay, thanks."

"What male friend?"

"Oh, he's very cute. You have good taste."

Miss Patty turned back to her dance class she said.

"Hands in the air, not in the nose"

For someone who wasn't athletic Rory sure moved fast, Kit was so mad at her sister, maybe it was more disappointment than anger. Why would she do this?

"Oh, you're gonna have to walk faster than that. You're gonna have to turn into friggin' Flo Jo to get away from me."

Once they reached their house Rory walk in and slams the door, not caring that her mother and sister were behind her.

"This is about a boy, of course. I can't believe I didn't see it. All this talk about money and bus rides. You got a thing going with a guy and you don't want to leave school." The mother said as she walked through the house into the living room, normally if one twin was arguing with their mother the other was stay out of it but this was the exception.

"I'm going to bed."

"God, I'm so dense. That should have been my first thought. After all, you're me."

"I'm not you," Rory said gathering her book bag from the sofa.

"Er yeah you are, turning in to some high school cliche, throwing away your future for a boy, that doesn't sound like my sister." Kit said, before turning to her mother and saying "No offences."

"Whatever."

"So who is he?"

"There's no guy!"

"Dark hair, romantic eyes? Looks a little dangerous?"

"No.. His move the boy next door type right?" Kit said.

"This conversation is over."

"Tattoos are good, too!"

"I don't want to change schools because of all the reasons I've already told you a thousand times. If you don't want to believe me, that's fine. Goodnight.." Rory closed her bedroom door, their mother continued.

"Does he have a motorcycle? 'Cause if you're gonna throw your life away, he better has a motorcycle!"

"He was carrying her books." Kit scoffed her eyes widen before she shook her head. "I have to go figure out what piece I'm going to play for my audition at.. Chilton". she said a little too loud, her mother kissed her forehead before she followed Rory into her room.

"Well, I think that went pretty well, don't you?" "Thanks for the knock."

Once in her room Kit kicked off her boots, pulled out her journal from her book bag, before she began to shuffle through her closest looking for an appropriate dress for dinner at her grandparents.

All three Gilmore's were standing outside their grandparents house, They were all nervous, not Kit so much she liked her grandparents, she didn't think that they were unrealisable for them to want, Lorelai and Christopher to get married then they got pregnant at 16 but also understood why that was the choice her parents took. In the end, she went with a peace blouse and black shirt, tights and ballet flats.

"So, do we go in or do we just stand here reenacting The Little Match Girl?" Rory said she was still sulking, about Chilton.

"Rory, stop."

"Okay, look, I know you and me are having a thing here and I know you hate me but I need you to be civil, at least for dinner and then on the way home you can pull a Menendez. Deal?"

"Fine."

"You guys are ridiculous" Kit breathed out as she rang the door bell, and her grandmother opens the door right away. Kit wondered if she heard the conversation they previously had and blushed slightly in embarrassment.

"Hi, Grandma," The twins said in unison.

"Well, you're right on time." Their grandmother said as she leads them through the door into the foyer.

"Yeah, yeah, no traffic at all," Lorelai explained as she took off her coat, looking for a place to throw away her coffee cup.

"I can't tell you what a treat it is to have you girls here." Their grandmother looked nothing but elegant with her silk blouse and pearls, she took the girls coats and hung them up.

"Oh, well, we're excited, too." Kit said, she didn't feel the same discomfort regarding her the 'Gilmores' that her sister had, he mother had her own reasons but in Kit's eyes her grandparents had always been nothing but kind and generous to the twins.

"Is that a collector's cup or can I throw it away for you?" Emily comment.

"Oh." Lorelai begins to toss her empty coffee cup into the trash can located next to the door frame. Kit wondered what if would ever be used for.

"In the kitchen, please" her grandmother retorted, before turning to the twins and saying.

"So, I want to hear all about Chilton."

"Well, we haven't actually started yet." Kit said as walked the twins through the house, through the hall way and into one of many sitting rooms in the Gilmore's grand Hartford home.

"Richard, look who's here."

"Rory, Kit.... You're tall." their grandfather said looking up from their paper to view the twins properly, both girls were the hair down so it framed their face, the blue sweater Rory was wearing brought out her eyes. Kit had convinced her to add some blush to her usual makeup.

"I guess," Rory said, Kit looked at her grandfather and thought he was adorable.

"Well, what's your height?"

" 5'7"." the girls said again in union

“That's tall. The girls are tall." he said to himself and their grandmother, Kit didn't think that she had grown that much since Easter but maybe they had.

"Hi, dad," Lorelai said, entering the room behind them.

"Lorelai, your daughter's are tall."

"Oh, I know. It's freakish. We're thinking of having them studied at M.I.T." Kit shook her head slightly she knew she mother was nervous, her witty commentary was proof of that.

"Ah" he responded slightly deflated.

"Champagne, anyone?" Emily asked, bringing a silver tray, with crystal glasses, each of the girls took one.

"Oh, that's fancy." Kit said.

"Well, it's not every day that I have my girls here for dinner on a day the banks are open," Emily said slightly bitter.

"A toast - to entering Chilton and an exciting new phase in your lives."

"Here, here. " Both Kit and Richard said together, Kit smiled, before she sipped her champagne, oh how sweet those bubbles are.

"Mmm. Well, let's sit everyone." Rory sat next to her grandfather, while Kit took the seat next to her grandmother, taking another sip of her drink.

"This is just wonderful. An education is the most important thing in the world, next to family."

"I couldn't agree more grandma" Kit said looking at her sister, who quietly looked down.

"And pie," Lorelai said, and no one laughed.

"Joke, joke."

"Ah," Emily said, Kit finished her champagne, as her grandfather handed Rory a section of the paper.

An hour later the Gilmore family was seated around the dining table, candle light filled the room as they ate of china plates. Rory sat next to her sister, opposite their mother.

"Rory do you like the lamb?" Emily asked her granddaughter trying to fill the silence with polite conversation.

"It's good". Rory answered taking another bite.

"Too dry"

"No, it's perfect."

"Kit?" Emily turns her attention towards her youngest grandchild.

"Lamb's my favourite grandma, the gravy is wonderful."

"Potatoes could use a little salt, though." Their mother commented. Kit just tilted her head as if to say was that really necessary.

"Excuse me?"

"So, Grandpa, how's the insurance business?" Rory asked and Kit was thankful for her sister's good timing.

"Oh, people die, we pay. People crash cars, we pay. People lose a foot, we pay." he said sounding rather crass. Kit just continued to eat her dinner, it really was rather delicious.

"Well, at least you have your new slogan."

"And how are things at the motel?" Richard grumbled at his daughter, Kit could feel the tension that was building in the dining room.

"The inn? They're great." Lorelai said proudly, hating that she had to remind him of her career path.

"Lorelai's the executive manager now. Isn't that wonderful?" Emily said, both the twins smiled at their grandmother as she gushed over her daughter's success.

"Speaking of which, Christopher called yesterday," Richard stated, taking a sip of his red wine.

"Speaking of which? How is that a speaking of which?" the conversation of the twins Father was slightly awkward one, their mother never denied them their father, and every time she spoke of him or saw him there was nothing but love and warmth.

"He's doing very well in California. His Internet start-up goes public next month. This could mean big things for him." Richards returned before turning to the girls.

"Very talented man, your father."

"He's also got a new motorcycle" Kit said under her breath. Kit had a stronger bond with her father than Rory did, the two of them talked all the time at least once a fortnight, he was more honest with her than with her sister. They were both wanderers, wanting to try lots of things before deciding what they wanted, what they liked.

"They know." Their mother said slightly more angry than before.

"He always was a smart one, that boy," he said "You girls must take after him." added quickly, "Speaking of which, I'm gonna get a Coke....Or a knife." their mother said leaving the table, after a minute Emily went after her while the twins and their grandfather sat in awkward silence, the conversation behind the wall a little too loud to be private, started out well enough with her grandmother trying to calm down her daughter but soon took a turn.

Why would he bring up Christopher? Was that really necessary? He likes Christopher. Isn't that interesting? Because, as I remember, when Christopher got me pregnant, Dad didn't like him so much. Oh, well, please, you were sixteen. What were we supposed to do - throw you a party? We were disappointed. The two of you had such bright futures. Yes. And by not getting married we got to keep those bright futures. When you get pregnant, you get married. A child needs a mother and a father. Oh, Mom. Do you think that Christopher would have his own company right now if we'd gotten married? Do you think he would be anything at all? Yes, I do. Your father would have put him in the insurance business and you'd be living a lovely life right now. He didn't want to be in the insurance business and I am living a lovely life right now. That's right, far away from us. Oh, here we go. You took those girls and completely shut us out of your life. You wanted to control me. You were still a child. I stopped being a child the minute the strip turned pink, okay? I had to figure out how to live. I found a good job. As a maid. With all your brains and talent. I worked my way up. I run the place now. I built a life on my own with no help from anyone. Yes, and think of where you would have been if you'd accepted a little help, hmm? And where the girls would have been. But no, you were always too proud to accept anything from anyone. Well, I wasn't too proud to come here to you two begging for money for my kids' school, was I?

The Twins exchanged a look at that piece of information, Kit saw a look on Rory face that she knew meant she changed her mind about Chilton, knowing how difficult it must have been for their mother to ask her parents for the money to provide an education for her children. After saying goodbye to their grandmother, they walked out the door.

"Mom?" Kit said as they stood outside in the doorway

"I'm okay. I just. .do I look shorter? 'Cause I feel shorter." she joked, leaning her head on the shoulder of her youngest.

"Hey, how 'bout I buy you a cup of coffee?" Rory said pulling her coat to stay warm or because she was nervous about the upcoming conversation she knew she needed to have. "

"Oh, yeah. You drive, though, okay, 'cause I don't think my feet will reach the pedals.”

Kit drove them back to Stars Hollow, parking at the house before they took off towards Luke's

"So, nice dinner at the grandparents' house," Rory said breaking the tension.

"Oh, yeah, her dishes have never been cleaner." the mother replied.

"You and Grandma seemed to have a nice talk." Kit asked nudging her mother slightly.

"How much did you hear?" she asked her children.

"Not much," Rory said

"Snippets," said Kit.

"Snippets?" Raising her eyebrows, the three of them stood in the doorway of Luke's this was becoming a habit of this evening.

"Little snippets."

"So basically everything?"

"Basically," Kit said opening the door.

"Well, the best-laid plans." the mother said taking off her coat and sitting down.

"I think it was really brave of you to ask them for money," Rory told her.

"Completely" Kit added.

"Oh, I so do not want to talk about it." she dismissed.

"How many meals is it gonna take 'til we're off the hook?" Kit asked.

"I think the deli spread at my funeral will be the last one." Lorelai looked at her eldest daughter who just smiled.

"Hey, wait, does that mean..."

"Can't let a perfectly good plaid skirt go to waste." she smiled.

"oh.. We're private school girls." Kit exclaimed, raising her eyebrows suggestively at the sister, who sniggered in response.

"Oh, honey, you won't be sorry."

Just then Luke Danes arrived at the table both Kit and her mother had to do a double take, instead of his usual backward baseball cap and plaid shirt, he was wearing slacks and a blue collared shirt.

"Wow, you look nice. Really nice." Their mother commented.

"I had a meeting earlier at the bank. They like collars. ... You look nice, too." The twins exchanged a look, both laughing lightly.

"I had a flagellation to go to."

"So, what'll you have?" he asked the table.

"Coffee, in a vat."

"I'll have coffee also. And chili fries." Rory ordered.

“Yes coffee and do you have any pie, cherry maybe." Kit asked.

"That's quite a refined palate you got there." he said before walking away.

"Behold the healing powers of a bath....So, tell me about the guy?" Lorelai asked Rory.

"You know what's really special about our relationship? The total understanding about the need for one's privacy. I mean, you really understand boundaries."

"So tell me about the guy."

"Mom!"

"Is he dreamy?" Rory blushed while Kit just nodded slightly.

"Oh, that's so Nick at Night."

"Well, I'm gonna find out anyway."

"Really? How?"

"I'll spy. Kit will tell me" she said as if it was the most obvious thing.

Minutes later Luke returned with their order

"Coffee. .fries... pie"

"Thank you, kind sir." Kit spoke politely.

"...I can't stand it. This is so unhealthy. Girls, please, put down that cup of coffee. You do not want to grow up to be like your mom." Luke commented look at the twins who smiled at each other.

"Sorry, too late." The twins answered before tucking into their food.

#Kit Gilmore #Gilmore Girls #Gilmore Girls OC #gilmore girls fanfiction #The Adaptation of Kit Gilmore #I Will Follow #Rory Gilmore #Lorelai Gilmore #Luke Danes

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Rick Bach

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Savage Lines

Says She

The SB

Scandal

Science is Dead

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Scott Fry

The Scratch n Sniffs

Scrawl

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Seas We Fear To Sail

Season Finale

Sebadoh

Secret Paper Moon

The Seeing Eyeballs

The Semi-Supervillains

Senator Flux

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The Sewing Machine War

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Signifiers

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Sports Metaphors

Spudboys

Spynda, Pace and Kress

Star fk Radium

The Stars

Stars of the Dogon

Steady Matt

Stephen Foster and the Awesomes

Steve Boyle

Steve Malkmus

Steve Whitten

Sticky Pink Chew

Stone Temple Pilots

Jim Storch

Stuck in Standby

Styles For Modern Living

Styx

Subdevil

Sugar Daddy

The Suicide Dolls

Summer Erickson

Summer Lungs

Super Fun Time Awesome Party Band

Superchunk

Supersystem

The Surface Dwellers

Sweet Icing

Sweet Nothing

Take No Damage

TBA

Tecumseh EQs

Ted Leo + Pharmacists

Telecorps

Telefonics

Telesys

The Telethons

Television

Terror, Inc.

Testament

The Test Patterns

Thee 50's High Teens

Thee Speaking Canaries

They Might Be Jerks

Thin Sketch

Things That Aren't There Anymore

Third Class

.38 Special

This Present Expression

Three Day Stubble

The Thunder Chickens

Thee Starry Eyes

Tianna and the Cliffhangers

TigerHorseSheepPigCow

Tilt

The Tinklers

Tonks and the Aurors

Torus

Treeline Freeline

The Tree Three

Triggers

Tron Ate My Baby

Truckasaurus

True Love Always

Truxon

TsuShiMamiRie

Tub Ring

Tulpa

Tusklord

TV John

2020K

Uke and Tuba

Ukebox

Ukiah

Ukulady Liz

Ultimate VAG

Ume

Uni Sami

Universal Congress Of

Unlikely Japan

The Upholsterers

Upskirts

Vale and Year

Vampire Nation

Vampire Weekend at Bernies

Vehicle Flips

Vel

The Velcats

Velvet Monkeys

Vequinox

Videohippos

Viewers Like You

Village of Dead Roads

The Viragos

The Visitations

The Vivians

Von Ludendork

Vox Robotica

Wake

Wallace's Fallen Obelisk Kidz

The Wasps Nest and Valerie Kuehne

The Waxwings

WE are the Asteroid

We are the Dead

We Came From Space

The Weasels

Weird Al Yankovic

Werewolves

Wesley Willis

Western Pennsylvania

The Whipped Cream Explosion

The White Stripes

Will Simmons & Turdburglar

William Wesley and the Tiny Sockets

Wimp Factor 14

The Winterbrief

The Wire Riots

The Working Poor

Workshop

Wyld Stalyns

The Wynkataug Monks

X.13

The X Brothers

Asher Yatzar

The Youngstown Tramps

Your Favorite Assassin

Yung Ka

Z-Man

Za Dharsh

The Zambonis

Zigtebra

Zelazowa

The Zou

Zubat and the Bees' Knees

The Zvills

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anonymous-wolf22 · 5 years ago

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Bold what applies to you

**Your shirt is either blue or white.**

**You would rather lie and not get caught than tell the truth and get caught.**

**You hate when people show off.** You’ve dated an Alex. **You woke up before 10 AM this morning**. **The color blue looks better on you than yellow.** It’s rained today. Your school’s name begins with a N. When you were little you would play in a sandbox. **You know a Maria**. **You don’t have a barn at your house.** **You’ve never had to wear a gas mask.** **You know at least 2 people named Kevin.** You hate chocolate. You don’t understand how money works in another country besides your own. You’ve never been dumped in a text message. You are one of those people who are afraid of clowns. **It’s past 2:46 PM.** **You don’t ever wear skirts.** **You’ve eaten a sucker within the past week**. You’ve kissed someone whose name began with a V, B or R. **You hate when people say “I’m a unicorn!”** You’ve seen a koala before. **You like the name Johnathan.** Your favorite colour of balloon is orange. The color of your TV remote is mostly white. **You spend most of your time in your bedroom.** **When you get a new song on your iPod you listen to it over and over again.** You’ve never been to the beach. **You have over 345 songs on your music device.** **You’ve written your name in the sand multiple times.** You laughed hard today. You wore shorts today. **The color of shoes you wore yesterday were white.** You started dating someone on the 5th of some month. You’ve been in a private jet. You’ve carved your name in a tree. **You can’t play the guitar.** You currently hear a Katy Perry song playing. Whenever you order ice cream, you always get the same kind. You grew up in a small town. You haven’t cried in a long time. Your favorite song is in the top played songs on your music device. The color of your dream car is red. The person you like was born in Jan, July, Aug or Dec. You want to take a nap. Your smile is your favorite thing about yourself. You’ve been to a Coldplay concert. You spell ketchup like catsup. You’ve had the same phone for about a year now. You’re listening to your favorite song right now. **Your hair is longer than your shoulders.** **You could never be a doctor, fire fighter or cop.** **You miss someone right now.** You like silver jewelry more than gold. **Your favourite hoodie is red.** Your last name begins with a P, F or G. **You’ve been to one of these: Houston, TX, Cleveland, OH or New York City.** You don’t have a swimsuit yet for the summer. **You have more than $60 in your wallet**. **You have about 1 or 2 pops/sodas a day.** You’ve been to the Cheesecake Factory. You don’t know what you’re having for dinner. You’re currently eating candy. You like curly hair on yourself better. You’re terrified of thunderstorms. You like cottage cheese. You blame Disney for high expectations for relationships. You hate mayonnaise. You listen to music when you’re mad. **You don’t own a pair of yellow socks.** **You like the red Powerade.** You hate Trix cereal or yogurt. **You didn’t wake up last night in the middle of the night.** You’ve had a pet fish that was blue. You’re wearing a long sleeved shirt right now. You like Jason Derulo. You’ve danced on top of a table before. **You’re a fast runner.** **You wish you could redecorate your bedroom.** You’ve learned a lot from your past relationships. Your best friend’s name is Elise. You can’t stand it when people don’t use smiley faces in texts. The roof of your house is black. **The homepage on your computer is something other than Facebook.** **You were born in Feb, Mar, Apr, Aug or Nov.**

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thegreenhorseman · 6 years ago

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After last week I’ve been a raw nerve. Even writing this on Tuesday morning I have been struggling with my nerves and stress.

Last Friday I began to recover from the previous stress dump.

I took the bow and arrows outside to the paddock. If you read Putting the Vitals to Use you probably already knew that. I brought Blade back into the paddock with Happy. While I was monitoring him I shot a few rounds into my target. The horses were happily picking the hay nets and didn’t seem to mind the noise.

Saturday was the real day for me to unwind….

Saturday morning I woke up nice and late. I fed the horses and ate breakfast with Zac. Before I knew it the clock read noon and I had to be at my clinic in an hour…I live 45 minutes away. I left my coffee and got on the road.

Despite the short time-frame I made it to my clinic exactly on time.

Remember back in May I wrote about New Experiences?

My clinic was for Mounted Archery and this time I was attending the next level class. I wasn’t sure what to expect but I was excited.

Our group was smaller and we began with a quick practice loading and shooting on the ground. In no time we were ready to get on and ride!

Photo thanks Jami-Jo

This time there was a lane made using ground rails and barrels. We each took a turn shooting at a walk or trot while the instructors led the horses.

On my second trip the lead line was removed and I was on my own; the first person of the class to go without a handler. Loading a bow and shooting is one level. Riding it is another. Now I’m loading shooting, riding, and relying on my legs and seat to control the horse!

Photo thanks Jami-Jo

Non-horse people can’t comprehend what a tall order this is and how much coordination is needed to accomplish mounted archery. Non-horse people may think we just sit there on the horse and if we can do each thing separately then certainly doing both together should be simple.

Non-horse people are wrong.

I have been underwhelmed by my non-horse friends’ reactions to the photos. I am so proud to share them because…how many people do this kind of thing?! When the response is an unenthusiastic “neat” I just want to scream “do you even realize how cool this is?!”

I guess I’m just that excited.

Horse people might notice my equitation is lacking. As I focused on the gross motor skills of simply loading and shooting with movement my riding was waning. The stirrups were also very long so in order to put weight in them my heels had to be lifted.

On the ground I have been pretty good about not bruising up my arm with the bowstring. Once I began riding my arm was quickly turning colors.

With practice my form will improve leaving my arm unscathed and my equitation will return. For now I’m a little messy; refinement will come.

Photo thanks Jami-Jo

I began getting comfortable by going a few times around at the trot on both Max and Scooter. Nobody had taken Scooter to the next gear yet at this point, so I did. He has a beautiful and comfortable canter; if I steadied my seat Scooter relaxed into a nice rhythm. I was beginning to get comfortable with it, but still struggled to properly load my bow.

There’s a joke/wager going around that whoever canters Max gets $20. Despite my best attempts I was unable to get Max into a canter. As a former cart horse Max covers a lot of ground at the trot, but rarely will break to a canter.

Though I have a long way to go I am extremely encouraged by Saturday’s experiences.

Later in the clinic a small jump was made and without hesitation I hopped on Scooter to take the first shot at it.

Let me be clear.

We were riding in western saddles. My short legs barely fit in the stirrups. I had never jumped Scooter.

We approached the jump and Scooter died out. I allowed him to look at it first and we looped back around and committed. I had long loose reins in one hand and my loaded bow in the other. I did my best to get enough lift out of the seat using my legs and abs to help Scooter over the pole (since the stirrups were long). Scooter took a big leap and were were off and away! We timed it together well but I hadn’t expected the power he’d put into the jump. I was bounced a bit and when we landed we took off. As we turned the far corner I slowed him with my seat long enough to get an arrow off, but I don’t remember where it went…..

…it went in the general vicinity of the hay bales.

After that the group decided to forgo the jump….but not before I got to have a thrilling lap and a great photo!

Photo thanks Jami-Jo

As it stands now there are plans to start New York’s first mounted archery club called Apex Archery. I am beyond thrilled. I have never pictured myself doing this before but I’m really enjoying it. It’s exciting and an adventure of my own.

Learning to trust the horse and ride without reins is foreign to me. It’s a beautiful concept and I’ve been really focusing on my leg and seat cues when I ride at home. I could go on but I’ll leave it for another day.

With practice I’m hoping to become proficient and maybe even join the competitions.

I returned home just in time for Zac and I to grab some food and head out the door again. This time for fun without horses.

On Monday 6/4 I was driving home from work listening to the radio station. They usually play trivia and I just listen in. For whatever reason I decided to call.

…a majority of people will travel 150 miles for this.

I finally got through and gave my answer. Somebody had already guessed correctly while my phone was ringing, but they allowed me to play anyway. I said “a concert” and they gave me a prize!

The prize was two tickets to see the Albany Empire arena football game on Saturday night. I was scheduled to work on Saturday but somehow my boss managed to find coverage allowing me to attend the game.

It was so much fun!

Albany Empire played Baltimore Brigade in a very close game. In the last few seconds Brigade kicked a field goal to take home the win.

Regardless, the tickets were free, the escape was needed, and the game was a lot of fun. I may not tune in to sports but I’d happily attend another game soon!

Recovering From The Stress Dump After last week I've been a raw nerve. Even writing this on Tuesday morning I have been struggling with my nerves and stress.

#AlbanyEmpire #ArenaFootball #BucketList #Horse #HorsebackRiding #Horses #MountedArchery #Progress #TheGreenHorseman

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