#loogat him

[mythtiide]

holy gluck its henry fnati

[wilhelmjfink]

Incase Anyone Cares...

So it’s track season here in Erie and I’m back to getting up at 4:30 AM and busting ass for these horses and the days are long and exhausting AND I still work full time at the music store! So I’ve been dragging ass lately. NOVEL TIME!!

Yesterday whilst feeding dinner and blanketing the ponies we got hit with a tornado warning. And let me tell you guys there are few things I’m deathly afraid of in this world. I work with 25+ 1,200lb, 17hh straight muscles who are afraid of their own shadow. I’ve been kicked, trampled, thrown, head butted, dragged, bucked off, you name it. And I love my fucking job — I wouldn’t trade it for the world. It made me a tough ass bitch. BUT. Dark water, squids, and tornados: those are on the no-fly list. And this.... this was a mother fucking tornado.

Luckily, there was ONE other trainer there with me — a man named Robert who incredulously looks an awful lot like Billy Joel and reigns straight outta bumfuck Kentucky. And I’ll tell you what, if he wasn’t there, smoking a cigarette in the shedrow entrance watching this shitstorm roll by like “HOOOWEEE BOY LOOGAT THEM THERE HAILS THE SIZE-A GOT DAMN QUARTERS!!” (Merle, is that you??) I would’ve been face down in the tack room crying like a baby. No lie.

Shit. Was. Terrifying.

It was LOUD as fuck. Hail was the size of golf balls, winds were 75mph gusts, thunder and lightning non-fucking-stop. Horses were freaking out, tap-dancing and tearing in their stalls while I’m trying to blanket them for the night, poor Timmy is snorting and huffing tryin so hard to stay calm for me while I’m doing the same shit for HIM (“LISTEN BALTIMORE ONLY ONE OF US CAN AFFORD TO FREAK OUT RIGHT NOW AND THAT’S ME”) but when the eye hit it was literally every man for himself and I could’ve thrown up and just died right there. Literally thought it was the end.

So anyway the point I’m trying to make is this: if I was alone, I would’ve cried like an infant. But Robert was there with me and, despite me shaking like a leaf literally the entire time I cowered in the corner of the tack room, he was fine and made sure I was fine. “When it gets real quiet, then ya need to start to worryin’. Ya hear me say ‘the calm ‘fore the storm?’ Well tha’s what they mean! Them clouds get to lookin’ like marshmallows, the sky gets all yelled ‘n orange, birds ‘n shit — they all get dead silent. The leaves on trees is all flipped upside down. Then ya hear it — s’like a train. We seen some shit in ol’ Louisville!” Dude had me swooning. I was ON it. He could’ve bent me over the strawbales and filled me out like a job application. Mounted me like his outrider and hit a two-minute lick in the last run. Stars in my eyes y’all. LMAOOO and my delirious ass is like “oh this would make a good story!”

TL;DR: I’m gonna write ANOTHER SMUTTY DARYL X READER FIC SINCE MY LAST ONE WAS SO POPULAR!!

Thats 2 now!! Any requests? I wont promise anything but I work with him tonight and I got a bottle of whiskey waiting so ya girl might catch a little inspiration if ya know what I mean

Love you all xoxoxo

Ps here’s a old pic for good measure when 2 y.o Bitatude (bitchatude) kicked me in the face getting poultice (look at that nose wowwwewewewe)

[duckymcdoorknob]

IM MELTING!!!!

EVERYONE LOOGAT HIM 😭😭😭💀💀

Hello there! If you don't mind, please draw lee itadori with ler gojo hehe thank youu!! Have a nice day~

I hope youre having a nice day too!!! shoutout to @helloitsghostost for giving me a pose bc I was literally stumped for weeks lmaoooo