#leadlined

[marszippan]

i think it will forever bother me that the bosals don't actually have visible mecate reins

[lonepineestate]

↟ Lunging Pose Pack ↟

Includes 7 horse and sim poses.

These poses are meant to be placed freely (not on top of each other) and mixed with others pose packs to unleash your creativity. Go wild!

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[captaindibbzy]

Honestly, one of those things that crops up a lot is the Batfams having leadlined things to stop x-ray and stuff and nobody ever mentions how fucking heavy lead is. It's monstrous. Like, I can not describe to you how heavy a lead lined suit would be. And also it's soft as fuck, so the lead might stop x-ray, but is sure as shit isn't gonna stop a bullet.

[priincebutt]

THREE HORSE FICS I AM LIVING. And cowboy Alex of course

YES! As a horse girlie, I am dedicated to embracing Henry's inner horse girl. So the first horse fic is cowboy Alex eventing Henry, which is Alex is a Texan cowboy and Henry is a east coast three day eventer. After a potentially career ending injury, Catherine sends Henry off to Texas to rehab and restart his training away from the competition in hopes of getting rid of any pressure.

“Easy now,” Henry soothes, running one hand down her gray cheek. He follows her steps, backing her out of the trailer as slowly as she will allow, and as he guessed, once she’s free of her box she paces a wide circle around him, as far as her leadline will allow. “C’mon, girly, it’s alright. Hey,” he tugs at the rope to gain her attention back. Her ears are rotating like satellites, and her head is held high as her eyes take in all of her new surroundings. The normal sounds of barn life surround them, and Henry can hear other voices and some horses nickering from inside.

Second is equestrian shenanigans! It's Alex visiting Henry at KP for the last time, and Henry wants to do all of his favorite things before he moves to New York, which includes going for a ride. It's going to be Henry teaching Alex to ride a horse, and a lot of riding innuendos will be had ;)

So this last visit to KP is about packing things up and tying loose ends and bottlingv up the memories of this place, holding them close and distancing from the heart ache and doubt and longing that happened here. Henry’s made a list of the things he wants to do before he leaves, and he shared it with Alex via text last night when he’d stayed up well past 3 AM packing (not because he couldn’t sleep with anxiety and anticipation).  It's not that he's afraid of horses per say… It's just that he has a very healthy respect for them. 

AND THE THIRD! First Prince Horses. This is just... the boys spending a day at the stables, but I dunno if this will ever become anything. It was the second fic I even started for this fandom and I just probably won't ever come back to it. But have this tasty treat!

"So do I get to wear a pair of your breeches?" Alex is smiling at him from their bed, all tousled curls and dimples, and Henry's heart stutters in his chest. He's not sure if it's the picture of perfection Alex makes right now, or the idea of his boyfriend wearing his clothes that's made his cheeks flush and his underwear bulge slightly. Alex of course notices this, and his grin turns wicked. If they weren't on a schedule today, Henry would definitely be back in bed already. Instead he turns, takes a deep breath, and fortifies himself with a long sip of tea. He's already in his own breeches, having showered and dragged a pair of riding pants out from the back of his closet, and he closes the button and fly before turning back to Alex. "No, I think jeans will do. I'm honestly not sure my breeches would even fit you, love," he says with an apologetic grin. He doesn't mention that he doesn't want to spend the whole afternoon hot, bothered and turned on if Alex were to follow through with that idea.

[Ask me about my WIPs.]

[xiphiaarts]

Good evening Mortals (or morning, as its well past midnight) i just finished re-reading a biography i wrote for Fell sans for an Undertale rp server im in, and i liked it so much i figure id post it here for you lot to marvel at, I hope you enjoy! And get some sleep, as much as you try to be youre not owls Underfell belongs to @/underfell (no dip)

Sans remembers a time when monster kind fought to escape their claustrophobic prison, when His father hoped to science monster kind out of the underground and the residents of the underground looked after each other as their own kin; all they had to combat the despair that made itself at home under the mountain. He remembers his fathers desperate attempts at clawing his way to freedom;with all of the monster race on his back, he remembers trying to lighten the load of his fathers responsibility by splitting it with him. Becoming an assistant to the royal scientist early in his life the gifted sans had a front row seat to the descent of wingdings’ madness. 

But he can't remember when things got so bad, when the underground lost trust in gaster’s methods; When monsters lost trust in their own kind and friends became foe. Perhaps it was after the first human fell, When Asgore welcomed them with open arms and the royal family gained a new member. It's only expected of monsters to blame the humans who trapped them in the first place for the downfall of their society, it's what the king would have them believe.

But what child as meek and kind souled as Chara Could turn neighbors and loved ones against each other? What child as considerate as Chara could be responsible for the hatred and distrust that transformed the underground from a bearable prison into a hellish deathtrap?  When the whispers of the death of the dear adopted human reached the royal subjects of the Dreemur family and news of the untimely demise of the beloved prince:Asriel followed, no monster blamed them for the world they’d left behind, 

A world where any one who pointed a finger at a newly divorced king was locked away, or simply disappeared, The slowly maddening doctor and the queen of the underground rumored to be victims of Asgore's new methods of ruling, Methods brutal enough to cost a disobedient subject their Sanity, or better yet, Their soul. 

Sans tries not to remember the palpable hopelessness that poured from his soul the day he stood before a haggard looking Asgore, tries to forget how time slowed down as he reached out his fluffy yet menacing claw and settled it on his suddenly leadlined skull. If sans had any breath to begin with it would have been chased out of him by the horror of what the weight of Asgore's greasy ruthless paw meant. 

He can't forget the shout in his ear canal, muffled by the fearful buzzing that had made itself known in Fells skull as he’d accepted his fate as fresh dust for the king's somehow flourishing buttercups to feed on. The memory repeats in his mind like a dvd scratched to hell..while the rest of his memories are choppy, or missing entirely, The force from being shoved backwards, The familiar firm voice of his impossibly brave little brother. The dread in Sans's soul when he realized his brother had dared argue with the newly homicidal king still sits heavy at the bottom of his culmination.

He now laughs at the confusion that then mingled with his fear, offput by the pleasant surprise in what he can hear of the kings voice, first chiding his brother for such foolish courage, then praising him for it in the same breath, offering his younger sibling a deal that sans could only try to warn his brother against. The continuation of his existence, for papyrus’ allegiance to the guard. To the King. 

Papyrus agrees before sans can find the words to protest. But of course, it's never that simple with gore. His iron fist couldn't leave Papyrus’s brazen retaliation unpunished, so he swiftly marred his brother's sins into his skull with the points of his dark claws.

He still hears the screech of claw against bone, His brothers pained sound hitting a similar pitch as he was used as a scratching post for an oversized tyrant. His soul still flares up with the same anger that engulfed him as Gores' claw wretched itself from Papyrus’s face. He still wears the sweat from shutting off when his brother snaps at him for such an attempt at insubordination. Especially when the damage was already done. The blood was already spilled, the change already made and irreversible, even if Sans risked his fragile life failing to teach the unhinged ruler a pointless lesson.

He can't shake the shame that clung to him as he followed his brother out of the throne room. He's ever heavy from the embarrassment of making his brother save his life; of making his brother join that lunatics ranks; Of letting his brother become a grimm mural of what bravery could get you in a kingdom like Asgores. 

Days since then have been a blur of red and black, of gold and green, days that slur together into the same one again and again, wake up, do the bare minimum, watch his back, watch his brothers back, get home alive, fight off nightmares, rinse and repeat. It's not so different than it was before when sans thinks about it. The passage of time that meant nothing but the approach of death. Not a matter of if but when, when someone would do to sans what he’d brought himself to do to so many other monsters. 

When his dreams of finding his brother the victim of someone like himself become a bitter and painfully tangible reality. 

Such thoughts never get a chance to escape the trap that was Sans's tired mind, locked behind an apathetically amused facade and a high wall he put between himself and others. In his effort to hide himself from the world, he managed to build a barrier that locked out even his only family, Family that resiliently tried still to scale his walls. But Sans would never come out from his protective fortress, his smile and tired sockets are all the former friends filling the fallen underground get to see. 

 But there is one stranger who doesn't see him. A mysterious voice behind the long forgotten ruin doors that laugh at his jokes and tell ones just as awful as his. A stranger that tells him their vague secrets and their inexplicit fears. Perhaps it's because they don't know the husk of a monster they spoke to on the other side, because Sans was convinced they'd never have a face to judge, only a tired voice. Maybe for these reasons Sans felt he could do the same.

But every now and again he dreams a human hobbles its way beyond the ruins doors, a wilted flower in their company..and once sans makes his way back to the suddenly foreboding doors, his customary Knocks are ignored; Or rather answered by the empty silence of a soul no longer present. 

[fluentisonus]

working with leadline today at work and I didn't realize the inside is like. actually for real lead. that I've just been touching with my hands. okay adjfdkjfjk

[bubbledtee]

being a horse girl rn and thinking about rancher!james and our like 3 year old daughter doing the leadline class for barrel racing at a local show. i think it’d be so adorable seeing that man running and leading a little pony around barrels while telling your daughter “go on! kick him!” and she’s just giggling so hard.

[hedgiwithapen]

I thought you weren't coming. With Jonathan and Clark and/or Lois. Superman and Lois

(I still haven't seen s3 so make of that what you will)

He'd been screaming for hours.  Jordan could have gotten free, he knew, with super strength. Or the other version of himself, the one from the world where he'd had powers, and had doomed the world for them. That was about right.  He was Jonathan, so desperate to stand out, so desperate to be part of something. And all it had gotten him was a cuff around an ankle, cemented into the wall of a warehouse lined with lead. 

It had to be lead. There wasn't any other explanation. Something had to be hiding him from his father, otherwise...he'd have come.

Wouldn't he?

Sure, he'd screwed up with the XK, with Candice, but Superman's screwed up son, the defective one without any powers, with an arm still weak from where it had broken... he was still Superman's son.  His dad loved him. He knew that. He told himself he knew that. 

He knew, too, that he was the hostage. That was all he was good for. He was the card Intergang or whoever it was could play when his dad swept in to stop them.  That had to be why it was taking so long. His dad wouldn't just let them keep going with their plan. He'd stop them first, then look. 

Jon just hoped he'd look faster. How long would it take to search everything leadlined? It couldn't take this long, could it?  His dad didn't need to rely on sight, the lead shouldn't stop him...

But Kryptonite would. They'd had cases of the XK, and worse, the real deal.   Jonathan knew what the tiniest bit of exposure of it had almost done to Jordan, and he'd been part human. What if...

Every second that ticked by, Jonathan felt what remained of his energy sapping, not just with thirst and exhaustion but with fear.  What if his dad was dead, and it was all his fault?

He wrapped his arms around his knees, feeling five years old, and cried.

A weight dropped over his shoulders. Heavy, warm fabric, as familiar as his mother's quilt. 

"Jon?" His father said, sounding almost as exhausted as he was. "Where are you hurt?"

Jon clung to him, the cape solid and safe. "Dad! I--I thought you were--weren't--coming, I thought--I'm sorry, I--."

"Shh," Clark said, shielding his eyes so he could break the shackle. "I'm here. it's ok. Let's get you home."

[horse-heaven]

yall I think cloudy is going to stage a revolt and insist on only doing leadline from now on

[tanyerhide]

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[paulgadzikowski]

This is like criminals in Metropolis lining their hide-out with lead walls so Superman can't see inside, like Superman doesn't notice if a place becomes leadlined when it wasn't before

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[rodspurethoughts]

Leadline, Inc. Announces Multi-Year Partnership With PGA Tour Player Keith Mitchell

Mitchell debuted the Leadline brand at the Sony Open in Hawaii. NAPLES, Fla. (Newswire.com) – Leadline Inc. (“Leadline”), a top-of-funnel talent acquisition software company, announced a partnership with PGA Tour player Keith Mitchell. As part of the sponsorship, Mitchell, a Chattanooga, Tennessee, native and a University of Georgia graduate, will be seen wearing the Leadline logo at PGA Tour…

[recblog19]

Black Equestrians Matter

My very first riding lessons were the equivalent of leadline: I was astride an elderly black Saddlebred gelding while the riding instructor stood next to the horse’s head to help guide me and the horse (no lead involved but still). The instructor who led this Saddlebred gelding was a Black woman named Yvonne. I developed a connection to her, and stayed after every class to help her untack and…

[okat235235]

There's a really big difference between horses that can't ever be ridden, and horses that can no longer be ridden.

Horses who can no longer be ridden usually have much better prospects, primarily because the person who has ridden them will sometimes care enough to keep them - not as often as you would think, but it still happens. They can also usually still be 'used' in therapy programs and as leadline horses, due to the training they recieved when they were still exploitable, so have slightly higher chances of being rehome if that initial owner doesn't bother keeping them. However, if you go onto horsedeals or gumtree right now and look for 'companion' or 'retired' horse you will see a truly depressing number of elderly, broken horses being passed on for next to nothing.

Here's a few highlights for sale right now: -Lady Gaga is an OTT who was retrained and jumped 130cm, due to injury she can no longer be ridden but is paddock sound make a great broodmare. -Sweet pony with loads of personality, makes great companion for horses and people as he loves to be with you and apart of everything. Can’t be ridden due to old injury. -qh mare was amazing under saddle with our young son family horse but unfortantly she needs be rehomed she injured herself and now healed but suffers stringhalt unridable no room -Roman has recently been retired from riding so I’m looking for a lovely companion home for him. Roman has a club foot which is causing him lameness and should no longer be ridden -Can not be ridden due to old leg injury Completely paddock sound Just want the best home -Beautiful chestnut mare, being sold as a companion horse due to an injury. -At 9 years young Magic finds himself Paddock sound and needs to retire as a companion only. -Would only be suited to paddock ornoment or companion though he is food aggressive and pushy. Only issue are his hooves, they need seeing to every 4-6 weeks. -“Karma Park Queen of Hearts”: successfully shown in hand/ under saddle to royal-level. Easy to handle in all aspects. Companion or may be suitable again under saddle under vet guidance -Selling only for companion pony, he can be hard to catch but when caught is a cool dude. Due to Barry’s history he’s very funny with his legs and new people. -Black stock horse mare Had 2 foals Has a knee injury (sound for breeding/companion, can’t be ridden) Not registered and can’t be, hence the price!

Horses are generally only useful for riding and therefore only invested in if they are able to be ridden. A horse born with issues that prevents them for riding, or injured in such a way that they are unlikely to be sound for riding before they are broken are not going to be trained, it's much too expensive to bother with. It's not super common for horses to be so badly injured that people will not attempt to ride them, especially because people are so liberal with the amount of pain a horse has to be in to justify not being ridden.

What's more common is that the horse will be broken in, express pain through bucking, bolting, biting, etc, and be sold on as a 'project' horse until they are eventually euthanised for dangerous behaviour. A horse that is so badly injured that people won't even attempt to ride them, which is REALLY BAD, they'll just be killed.

And when I say really bad, I mean it. Horses are ridden if they flip over backwards and completely crush their wither, which is part of the spine just in front of where you sit. They'll be ridden if they have a broken rib healed so poorly you can see a visible dent in their side. They'll be ridden with acute laminitis and three legged lameness and fractured pelvises and diseased pedal bones. They'll be ridden with blood dripping from their mouths and spines protruding from their backs and still bleeding fencing wounds.

What happen to horses that can’t ever be ridden on?

This is tricky to answer because it depends on context. Horses formerly used for riding are legally property, so it’s up to the property owner what happens to them. In the racing industry they may be killed or just ‘quietly disappear.,’ as is known to happen in the industry. Some hobbyists may do much the same thing, or they might sell them on, try to put them in a rescue centre, or they might keep them and look after them regardless, since they recognise that horses aren’t just living vehicles or amusements.

This is really the entire issue, that animals are property and therefore dependent on the whims, the kindness or cruelty of the person who owns them. For animals like horses who are often purchased for a specific purpose, if they then can’t fulfil that purpose, they’re too often just not seen as worth looking after.

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