#para: mare (not like the horse)

[vanoincidence]

Mare (Not Like the Horse) || Van & Ariadne

TIMING: a few weeks ago. LOCATION: frozen yogurt! not the bad one! PARTIES: @ariadnewhitlock & @vanoincidence SUMMARY: ariadne and van go out for frozen yogurt! the ladle has other plans. CONTENT WARNINGS: none!

She hadn’t hung out with Van in forever. Not in as much of a forever as it had been when they hardly talked for years, but a forever nonetheless. So she’d reached out, and she’d ended up just deciding to stop by – except that wasn’t an option because of something that was up with Van’s house and so she’d asked if she wanted to go and get ice cream, and that seemed to work, and so Ariadne was stood outside the ice cream shop, nervously bouncing on the balls of her feet until she spotted Van and gave her friend a wave.

“Hi. Do you want me to pay for the ice cream? I can! I want to – I – it’s nice to see you.” Ariadne offered Van a smile. “How have you been? I – any luck with Cass? I – it’s hard to talk to her.” But she supposed that talking about that wasn’t going to do either of them any sort of good.

“I want to get  like, three flavors, at least.” That was better to talk about, and easier, and it made more sense. Besides, didn’t the two of them deserve to have some sort of good and happy and nice hang out? “I like gummy bears a lot, still. I don’t think there’s a single flavor of ice cream they don’t taste great on.” __

Van was grateful that when Ariadne had reached out about going out for ice cream, it hadn’t been the shop that she and Thea had gone to and ran from. She hadn’t seen any articles about the missing employee or the destroyed bathroom, but maybe it’d been kept under wraps. Van tried not to think about it as she kicked the end of her board, grabbing between the axle as she walked up towards Ariadne. 

“What! No, I can like, totally do that. I’ve got a lot of tip money.” The tip jar had been overflowing, and she wasn’t sure why, but even after splitting with the person on shift with her, there was still a good amount to be had. “I can pay for yours, you can pay for mine. We’ll pay together and it’ll be like we paid for each other, y’know?” She hoped that made sense. It did to her, at least. At Ariadne’s question, Van frowned. “No, I– I haven’t seen or talked to her. I tried to go over to her cave, but I totally chickened out.” She wasn’t sure why. What Cass really needed right now was a friend, not for someone to cowardly recoil. 

Her gaze flickered to the signage on the outside of the shop and Van nodded. “Three flavors is always best, and then we can try whatever else.” She had her lactaid at the ready, and so she followed Ariadne inside. “They get all hard and stuff and they get hard to chew… I think I like mostly cereal toppings, or even the cheesecake bites and stuff best.” She smiled at Ariadne. “I’m glad we’re doing this! It’s been like, forever.” A lot had happened. Her house had blown up, Ariadne had been attacked(?), and Wynne had escaped yet another cult-like existence. Nora was back, and so was Regan. Wicked’s Rest was under the spell of yet another nonsensical wave of issues, but at least she could enjoy ice cream with an old friend. 

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“Well, okay…” Ariadne hesitated for a moment. She didn’t want to argue with Van, and even though she was pretty positive it wouldn’t turn into a big argument, it was best to just fully not risk it. That was the most logical and most sensible thing. She’d had enough not-so-great times recently that she figured she really could use a real good one. It was really nice to fall back into step with her friend – even if it wasn’t exactly like it used to be, it was still good, and maybe she and Chance could both invite Van over sometime. If Ariadne remembered correctly, Van and her cousin had always gotten along well.

“I just don’t know exactly what to do about all of this.” Which felt like some flavor of failure, but not one that she could quite put a name to. At least not yet. Though maybe there was a certain part of her that didn’t want to put a name to it yet. Which was stomach-twisting in its own sort of way. “I just wanted to offer to pay, that’s all. I’m glad you get tipped well. I don’t get people who don’t tip.” Maybe that was a sort of person Ariadne could give nightmares to. It seemed a bit extreme, but so did not tipping. Like, what was up with that? “But okay, we can pay for each other. But you should totally get like, a bajillon toppings. Don’t skimp at all.” She offered Van her best and brightest smile, though said smile wasn’t quite as bright as usual.

She nodded. “It has been too long. Way, way too long.” And it was a relief that Van wanted this. Ariadne couldn’t think of the last time that the two of them had really and truly hung out, just them. “I guess they do get tough to chew. I think that’s why I like them?” She shrugged. “But cheesecake bites? That’s a genius move, Van.” She pushed the door to the shop open. “You should go first. Uh, best hu— people, first. You know?”

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“I don’t think we’re supposed to.” Van didn’t like that they didn’t know how to approach the situation with Cass, but how were they supposed to know when their friend was shutting them out? Granted, there were probably good reasons that she was doing it, but it still sucked. Van was trying not to take it personally, because nobody liked it when somebody’s hardships were made about something else. Still, Van hoped that Cass would call her up one day like old times, or just appear in front of her like she typically did, snacks in hand. 

But maybe she and Ariadne wouldn’t talk only about Cass today. Maybe this was really a means of catching up. It was a little refreshing, even if Van did want to focus on a way to break Cass out of whatever trance her dad had her under. Still, it was hard to do on an empty stomach. As soon as she smelled the jammy strawberries sitting in their metal container, it was over for any scheming. 

“People who don’t tip like, totally suck.” That was an easy opinion to fall back on, after all. Ariadne had brought it up first. She looked over at the blonde, tongue in cheek as she explained her reasoning for liking gummy worms. “That makes like, no sense, but I totally support you.” Her own jaw ached at the idea of chewing down cold gummy worms, but at least there’d be more for Ariadne! “Cheesecake bites are like, super good. Cookie dough, too.” She grabbed one of the bright paper cups and stalled next to the assortment of machines displaying their flavors of the month. “Um…. fruity or cake-y.” She looked over at Ariadne for confirmation of what she should get, “I really like the tart flavors, but sometimes I mess up and get the 0 sugar cake batter one and it totally ruins everything because it doesn’t taste good, and then I can’t throw it away because I already got it, you know?” 

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“Yeah – at least I hope so. I’d like to know what to do, but I guess it’s not always possible.” Ariadne didn’t like that train of thought, but she felt strangely comforted by Van thinking at least similar thoughts. She didn’t want to be selfish, didn’t want to make whatever was going on with Cass all about her, but Cass was her best friend and there was something that felt weird and off and she wanted to fix the problem but she didn’t know exactly how she was supposed to. She’d read so many books about how to be a good friend when she was little, and even a few as a refresher when Cass had somehow ended up being her best friend. But maybe she’d messed up, but also maybe Cass would come running back. She couldn’t leave her door unlocked, on account of almost being murdered and not wanting people like Jade to track her down, but the second Cass wanted anything, she’d be there. No matter what.

She also probably owed it to Van to tell her about the whole… well, dead thing. It was weird to keep it a secret still, even though that was the safest route, and even though Van might not get it, but Cass knew, and Wynne knew, and both of them were friends with Van and so it made sense for Ariadne to just suck it up and tell her.

“They do.” She nodded firmly. “I – yeah. You’re right. It doesn’t make sense.” But Van wasn’t judging her, so it was fine. “Those also sound super good. Oh yeah, ick! But I get it, I don’t like to waste stuff, and it’s like, I’ve already spent the money… but still. I don’t get zero sugar things. It just doesn’t make sense to me.” Ariadne made her way over to the wall of flavors. “The real question is, which one should we start with?”

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“Zero sugar is good for some people, I guess, but the aftertaste is totally weird.” There had been a lot of times where she thought she got discounted candy only to find out they were only on discount because nobody wanted them and because there was no sugar attached. She wasn’t proud of the person she’d become then, throwing them out, but at least after getting a job at Sly Slice, she could put them in a communal area and somebody would take them. 

“I always put candy on the bottom so like, when I’m upset that it’s gone, there’s another little thing there, you know?” Her dad was the one who taught her the trick. He would take her out after her mom would tell her no sugar, but he’d keep it between them. Usually, she’d run it off at the park while he played online solitaire. 

“Maybe a layer of the cake one, and then…” Van looked over the flavors, “cookies and cream is new, I think. I kind of want to try that one, and then maybe add some crushed strawberries.” She looked towards Ariadne with a smile, “what about you?” This was all so normal, and she was grateful for it. 

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“Yeah, some people have to have it, and I get that, I don’t want to be rude or anything about that, so… yeah.” At least it didn’t seem like Van was going to judge her, and if she did, then Ariadne figured that she deserved it. Not in a self-deprecating way, but just something more matter of fact.

“That’s genius!” Ariadne grinned. “I’ll try that out. Or like, layer it. Candy, then ice cream, then candy, then ice cream, and so on…” It was like the coolest sort of sandwich (literally and also just like, awesome). She was glad that her parents had always supported her love of sweets, present even before the whole dying thing.

“Those flavors are so good. I think I might do… bubblegum, and cotton candy, and then like,...chocolate vanilla swirl.” It was a lot of very sweet flavors, but that worked well, and it was fun. “I think I’ll get some blueberries too. In addition to the candy and stuff.” 

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“The layering makes it way more fun, I think. I like to put the mochi in too, but I’m not sure if they have it.” Van craned her neck to get a better look at the dessert bar that was at the end of the line. There weren’t many other people inside, which meant if they wanted to load their toppings and pay for it, then they could do that. 

“Bubblegum and cotton candy…” Van nodded, trying to imagine what the combination would taste like in an ice cream form. She didn’t think she could form the thought in her head. “Chocolate vanilla swirl sounds good, though! You can’t go wrong with that, I guess.” Van scooped some cookie dough into her cup before moving towards the cookies and cream dispenser. “Blueberries are always sort of a hit or miss, I think. Sometimes they taste like water.” 

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“Yeah, I get that. I’ve put popping boba in mine before – I like boba in bubble tea the most – got one of my professors to try that – but it can be fun on ice cream. Just anything sweet.” She wanted so badly to just say, yeah, ‘cause I need sweet stuff to live now, sort of. But when would the right moment for that be?

“It’s a weird combo, I know – but it’s super sweet which, like I said, is good… is stuff I like.” Ariadne made a small face. She scooped a few sour patch kids into her cup and turned toward the bubblegum dispenser. “You know, between the two of us, we��ve covered quite the variety of flavors. Not coffee though, but that’s too bitter of an ice cream for me. What do you think about it?”

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“Strawberry popping boba is good. I like when it’s sour, though.” Her boba order, sans frozen yogurt, was way too convoluted to explain to Ariadne here and now. Chance knew it, she thought. It was weird, thinking about the things that Chance knew about her that Ariadne didn’t because of the time that had split them apart. Well– that and a slew of other things. 

Van had no room to judge Ariadne for liking overly sweet things. After all, she dipped her beef jerky sticks into nacho cheese. “Coffee is way too bitter for ice cream, I think. I don’t know.” She scrunched her nose, thinking about the copious amounts of coffee ice cream her grandma would always get, only because she knew Van wouldn’t want any. “Give me a red bull slushie though and I’d be all over it.” She quickly filled the rest of her cup with the other frozen yogurt she wanted before moving to the small array of fixings. She started to shovel some fruity pebbles onto it, pointing with her pinky finger to the raspberries. “Do you like raspberries, too– oh, be careful– hey, um, sir–” Van rose her voice slightly after noticing that the ladle out for them to use had a sharp edge to it. “Can we get another spoon?” 

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“That makes sense. Sour stuff is good.” She nodded, double confirming. It was something that Chance knew, because he knew a lot more about Van than she did, even though he wasn’t actually from the town. But that didn’t make her feel too bad – Chance was great, and so was Van, and it was good if they were friends.

She even still had a bag of gummy Life Savers in her bag, just in case. “Yes. I think so. But some people like it. I guess.” Like some boring adults. No offense to them, Ariadne apologized in her head. “That sounds cool! Do they make those in like seven-elevens and stuff?? I know they have cherry and Coke and blue raspberry and stuff like that… not such an expert on energy drinks though.” She nodded. “Yeah, I like most any berry. Raspberries are good, and they make a wicked good jam.” Ariadne sighed, looking over at the ladle, though she reached to touch the ladle, except her hand brushed against the sharp edge and then there was glitter and her hand shot back and against her shirt and she turned on her heels. “I – uh. Gonna go get – uh. Bandaid. Outside.”

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“I actually don’t know… I don’t think so. The health department probably like, makes sure people can’t make those. I bet I could make it if I got my own slushie machine or something.” It sounded like a nightmare, and she wondered if she’d ever have the energy to clean it out considering every time she went to a fast food joint, the ice cream machine always seemed to be broken, but only because they didn’t feel like cleaning it. Van put the idea away for another day. 

“I like rhubarb jam a lot, but I don’t think you can just… eat it like you can berries.” It’d been awhile since she had any, and her mouth tinged with the promise of some later in the year if she could get her hands on it from one of the farmer’s market stalls that offered it. Her mind wandered to the jam, but faltered as she noticed the glitter practically spill from Ariadne’s hand. Van opened her mouth to speak, but Ariadne was darting towards the door. “What? A bandaid? Wait, I have some– why are yours outside?” Van followed after the blonde, digging into her bag for the kuromi bandaids. “They’re purple!” They were outside now, and Van was trying to look around Ariadne to offer the small packet. 

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“Yeah, that makes sense. I bet you’d make ones even better than the store.” Which she meant, she wasn’t trying to over compliment her friend. Even though she knew that it could easily sound that way.

“Yeah. I think you can have it in pie and stuff, but I don’t know if you can just munch on rhubarb. But I’m not an expert, and I haven’t had that much rhubarb jam, so…” 

Van followed her outside. “I – yeah. Uh, you know, for like, safety reasons?” There was glitter all over her hand. She wasn’t even bleeding that much but in her anxiety and rush to get out of the store she’d smeared it around. “I do like purple. Mixing red and blue slushies to make them purple is the best.” Ariadne looked down at the ground. “It’s – your ice cream is gonna melt.” She wasn’t sure what else to say, because she very clearly hadn’t spilled glitter paint all over herself – Van was right there. “It’s – I’ll be fine.”

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Maybe if they were girls from any other town on earth, they could talk about rhubarb jam and pie. They could discuss their favorite frozen yogurt toppings and let their belongings spill over a table as they leaned over their bowls, sharing in the delicacies they created. 

But this was Wicked’s Rest, and it offered no kindness. 

“Oh, yeah, that makes sense.” Van’s concern was visible on her features as she twisted around to look at the other girl’s hand. There was no red, and instead, it matched the glitter that she had seen on the ladle. “It’s um, inside. It’s totally fine. Are you…” Van stared at her hand, not quite sure how to formulate the question. “Did you….” Was this some raver thing? Was Ariadne a raver? “Are you fae or something?” She kept her voice low with the question, not knowing if fae actually had glittery blood, but the word glamor being a part of their vernacular had her thinking that maybe it went together. Maybe Stephenie Meyer had met fae, and not vampires. Vampires here didn’t glitter. 

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“Okay.” She sniffed, because she didn’t want to possibly lose Van, not when they’d only recently finally actually reconnected. 

But their town wasn’t always kind. Their town had killed her. If she’d grown up somewhere else she would still be human. Probably. Ariadne really didn’t know much of anything about how things like this worked, and except for visits to her grandparents and to Chance, she hadn’t been out of the town much at all. “Fae? I – no.” She shook her head. Van knew about fae? That at least might make some of this a little easier. “I’m – I – I’m dead. Uh.” She hit her palms against her face. “Sorry. I mean. I am dead. But not? It’s – some people say it’s called undead. I’m not a vampire though. I’m… well, something called a mare. But I promise I won’t hurt you!!” Once she’d started talking everything threatened to spill out. “I have to give nightmares to, uh, eat, but I can eat normal stuff and sugar’s really good, I think, or maybe I just like that, but I don’t ever give you nightmares. I just give them to people who are mean. But yeah. Someone fed on me, and made me this. It’s – I –” she blew a strand of hair from her face. “I get it if I should just go now.” She couldn’t help but think of Jade had looked at her – how, to some, she really was a monster.

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Maybe she shouldn’t have brought up fae. Maybe she wasn’t supposed to know about fae, and because she mentioned fae, something could happen. Hadn’t that been what kind of happened to Nora in Ireland? Wasn’t that why Regan had to go back? Van bit the inside of her cheek as she waited for Ariadne to clarify. But the answer was no, and her friend seemed confused. “You’re… dead? I mean, me, too. Like, I feel dead.” Okay, maybe the wrong way to put it. 

She knew dead people. She knew Caleb. She had been attacked by dead things. She had run-ins with them in different capacities. She’d been warned against them, and had befriended them. Was that the kind of dead that Ariadne meant? It was strange, realizing just how much she’d grown from the point in her life where she couldn’t even think of the word magic. Now, she was accepting all different forms of… maybe not magic, but oddities. “You… horses aren’t dead.” Horses could die, but that didn’t make much sense. To be a person who looked like a person and not a horse that bled glitter? Van’s head kind of hurt trying to wrap her mind around it. 

Zombies and vampires made sense– those she could understand, mostly because they were so prevalent in media. Horses were too, she guessed. But then Ariadne went on to continue explaining, and mare wasn’t a female horse, but short for something else. “Oh…” Van nodded as if it made all the sense in the world, as if she knew what the word always meant. “So not like, a horse. Okay. That makes a lot more sense, I think.” Ariadne was clearly flailing over the information she was providing, and maybe a few months ago, Van would’ve let her go. 

Instead, Van stuck out the bandaid with an unsure smile. “I’m sorry– Um. That I called you a horse. You’re not a horse. Unless you wanted to be.” How long had Ariadne been dead for? Was she supposed to ask that? Was she the Bella in this situation? “Do… you like, need this? You’re glittery, right? To hide it? Are you hurt?” 

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Ariadne did a double take for a moment at Van’s comment. There was no way that her friend was dead and she hadn’t noticed, right? Then Van was asking about horses and once again Ariadne found herself unable to explain just why she had the same name as a horse. Except that in her case, it was a shortened version of what she was (a nightmare).

“It’s short for nightmare. I think. Because that’s what I eat.” She made another face. “I – well, I’ve only been this for a couple years…” 

Van wasn’t leaving and that alone made Ariadne want to burst into tears. She wasn’t sure what she’d done to deserve the magnificent friends that she had. “Chance, uh, knows. I told him a bit ago.” She wasn’t too keen to get into all the details right now, but figured it was important that Van knew that Chance knew. “No, I don’t want to be a horse. I like being… uh, a person.” Not human. Because she wasn’t human any longer. “Yes please. I’d like the bandaid, to hide it, yeah. I – it’s just a small cut, it’s not so bad.” She took the bandaid. “I like My Melody. But I like Kuromi too – that’s who this is, right?” She offered a cautious smile to her friend. “You sure you’re okay?”

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If Van hadn’t known Ariadne for as long as she did, knowing that she was kindness personified, then maybe she would’ve focused on the whole eating nightmares thing, but Ariadne had clarified that she only did that to mean people. Van couldn’t really understand why eating somebody who was cruel’s nightmares wouldn’t be helping them, but there was still room to learn exactly what Ariadne meant, right? 

“A couple of years.” Van frowned. That meant that Ariadne had died right under her nose. Not that she would’ve been able to do anything, obviously. They only recently reconnected, and even then… “I’m sorry.” She wasn’t sure if that was right, either. Apologizing for somebody’s death that had happened years ago. But she was still standing there, seemingly alive. Now, Van had to wonder if something would try to take her out in a way that spread misinformation of danger. She thought of Jade for a brief moment, but pushed the thought away. She considered giving her a picture of Ariadne and telling her to stay the fuck away, but wouldn’t it be better if Jade had no idea who Ariadne was? 

“Chance knows,” Van echoed, trying to fit the pieces of just what happened to Ariadne together. She didn’t figure she’d get that part of all this right here and now, and for once, she was okay with it. It wasn’t every day that a friend of hers told her they were dead. Then again, it had happened with Caleb. So maybe it was a little more common than she thought. “Yeah, being a person is like… way cooler. Horses kinda still freak me out.” She thought about the horse that Regan had taken her to to cure the whole hay eating thing. Would Ariadne befriend that horse, too? Van handed the bandaid over to Ariadne with a nod. 

“Yeah, kuromi. I– there were My Melody ones, but I used them all like, forever ago.” She liked Kuromi better, and it was why she was trying to save them. “Me? I’m okay! I’m not the one who–” she stopped herself from saying she wasn’t dead, and instead pivoted, “that got cut on that weird ladle thing. That’s like, a total health code violation thing, right?” She scrunched her nose. “I’m taking this like, really well, right?” Ariadne already knew what she was, so it only felt fair. “Like, um, way better than I would have before, I think. I’m not saying give me a gold medal or anything, but it’s growth!” A real, genuine smile pulled at the corners of Van’s lips as she grabbed Ariadne’s hand that’d been cut, inspecting it to make sure the bandaid covered the wound in its entirety. “Um, thank you for telling me. Do you… we can talk more about it later, but I think we should get you your weird bubblegum cotton candy mixture, right?” 

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“Yeah. A couple of years. So I – I’ll always be like, almost-twenty. In looks. I do age. Just not – yeah.” Ariadne wasn’t sure if she was making even the tiniest bit of sense but she did know that Van was listening and that was enough of a win (more than enough). “You don’t have to be sorry – but thanks.”

She wasn’t sure if she should go into the complicated details about how there were people who tried to murder her. Re-murder. Whatever the term was (she still wasn’t sure). But Ariadne didn’t want to stress Van out any more than she already probably was. If the occasion called for it, or if Van decided to ask, then she’d admit it, but not until then. The two of them were having a nice time and she’d already muddled it talking about her death. She didn’t need to scare Van, tell her about the fact that people out there liked to hunt people who weren’t human just because.

“So I just – I know you’re friends, and I didn’t want you to think you had to keep it a secret from him. He only knows like, recently. Wynne knows too. And – Cass.” She didn’t want to bring up Cass too much right now, what with all the complexities that came hand in hand with all of that, but Cass was Van’s friend too and Ariadne wanted to make sure that Van knew she could be open with other people. “Yeah, horses can be freaky.” Though she would’ve given anything to be able to be near any animal or bug or – not the point, right now.

“That makes sense. Kuromi is more your vibe – which I mean as a compliment, F-Y-I. I figure you’ll take it as that, but I just want to make sure!!” Van had been so understanding, Ariadne really didn’t want to ruin the moment by offending her. “It probably is, yeah. And thank you for taking it so well. It – well, it means everything to me.” She giggled at Van’s next words. “I think you should get a gold medal, if I was judging, I’d give you one, so…” Van grabbed her hand and that made her smile grow. Van wasn’t disgusted by her. Van, who was something exceptional and extraordinary, wasn’t repulsed. “Yeah – we can talk more whenever you want. We should go and get the ice cream, yeah.” She moved toward the door, hand-in-hand with Van. “I’m really glad we’re friends.” 

[fishyfishyfishtimes]

Now for a full Heppa translation. :) This song is very good as well, in full. It has a raw sort of power…. joke not intended.

PRELUDE

Katso ravaavaa hevosta

Look at the trotting horse

Se on aitoja ylittävä ratsu

It's a fence-jumping steed

Oreja kiiltäväkylkisiä

Shiny-sided stallions

Monta tuuheaharjaista tammaa

Many thick-maned mares

VERSE 1

Kuka on lehmipoikien ja -tyttöjen paras kaveri?

Who is the best friend of cowboys and -girls?

Kuka ahmii sokeria ja himoitsee apetta?

Who gobbles up sugar and craves feed?

Kuka poseeraa kiltisti levynkin kannessa?

Who poses nicely on the cover of a disc, too?

Vastaus on perin helppo

The answer is quite easy

No sehän on tietenkin heppa

It is of course the horse

CHORUS

Heppa täydessä ravissa

A horse at full trot

On kaikkein raainta voimaa

Has power of the rawest kind

Vain urhein meistä kaikista

Only the bravest of us

Voi ratsastaa hurjaa heppaa

Can ride the fierce horse

Jos housuihin hiipi pelko

If fear creeps up on you

Niin kaihda silloin satulaa

Then steer clear of the saddle

Vain uljain meistä kaikista

Only the most valiant of us

Voi uhmata hurjaa heppaa

Can defy the fierce horse

VERSE 2

Kun punatakkinen nainen

When a woman with a red jacket

Allaan niin ärhäkkä heppa

On the back of a horse so feisty

Yllään saappaat ja kypärä

With boots and a helmet on

Komentaa koirat liikkeelle

Commands the dogs to move

Vain ovela kettu silloin saattaa selvitä hengissä

Only a sly fox may then survive

Metsästystorven soidessa

As the hunting horn sounds

Myös juoksee lujaa heppa

The horse runs fast as well

CHORUS

Heppa täydessä ravissa

A horse at full trot

On kaikkein raainta voimaa

Has power of the rawest kind

Vain urhein meistä kaikista

Only the bravest of us

Voi ratsastaa hurjaa heppaa

Can ride the fierce horse

Jos housuihin hiipi pelko

If fear creeps up on you

Niin kaihda silloin satulaa

Then steer clear of the saddle

Vain uljain meistä kaikista

Only the most valiant of us

Voi uhmata hurjaa heppaa

Can defy the fierce horse

VERSE 3

Kaikkia meitä jännittää kun on ratsuja radalla

All of us are tense when there are steeds on the racetrack

Ne painavat täyttä laukkaa kohti kaukaista maalia

They gallop at top speed towards the distant goal

Vain yksi voi heistä voittaa

Only one of them can win

On kilpailu armoton

The race is ruthless

Pelkää heppojen seurassa ja kuuntele kavioita

Fear in the presence of horses and listen to the hooves

CHORUS

Heppa täydessä ravissa

A horse at full trot

On kaikkein raainta voimaa

Has power of the rawest kind

Vain urhein meistä kaikista

Only the bravest of us

Voi ratsastaa hurjaa heppaa

Can ride the fierce horse

Jos housuihin hiipi pelko

If fear creeps up on you

Niin kaihda silloin satulaa

Then steer clear of the saddle

Vain uljain meistä kaikista

Only the most valiant of us

Voi uhmata hurjaa heppaa

Can defy the fierce horse

Heppa täydessä ravissa

A horse at full trot

On kaikkein raainta voimaa

Has power of the rawest kind

Vain urhein meistä kaikista

Only the bravest of us

Voi ratsastaa hurjaa heppaa

Can ride the fierce horse

Voi uhmata hurjaa heppaa

Can defy the fierce horse

Vain uljain meistä kaikista voi uhmata hurjaa heppaa

Only the most valiant of us can defy the fierce horse

(“Heppa” is closer to “horsey” in tone, but likely Ultra Bra made this word choice because the normal “horse”, “hevonen”, has three syllables, while “heppa” only has two and is therefore easier to fit into lyrics)

Fish video about one cool group of speedy apex predators!! :]

Ultra Bra’s Heppa (song in the video) is unfortunately not really about billfish, but horses — I had to change the lyrics a bit.

[whatdoesshedotothem]

Wednesday 10 [12] August 1840

6 ½

12

fine morning R19 ½° now at 7 50/.. – breakfast at 8 ¼ - A- and I out at 10 5/.. sauntered about Adam and the Cossack and one of the princes’ red (his livery red) footman with us à la Tcherkesse – the river (Tchekhouchia 4v. off) alluent de la Dojourni which falls into the Engour [Enguri] 2 lieues = 8v. off – (Dubois iii. 36) – then to the little bazaar – a widish street about 200 yards long – very picturesque A- sketched while I pepped into the shops – hunted out a plate like the one broken on Monday 1/2 ab. paid 45 paras –

wool short sherst, 5/. silver per pood

wax (vosk) 12/. ditto per ditto

cotton (boumaghi) 8/. ditto per ditto

silk (in the thread) sholko, 17/. ditto per ditto

looked at a gun 4/. silver and then at some of the princes old guns – gun (rōōgeĕ in Russ) the prince has one worth 1000/. silver that carries 1080 sagènes and is 3 archines long! – from the bazaar to the garden – pretty 8tagon galleried round house – the princes library a 1er. glazed all round and his French agent, Mr. Liétard arrived about a month ago, lives for the present in the damp rez de chaussée – mentioned the queer insect that bit A- and myself and stuck fast – it is clêtchĭ in Russian – bites sheep and hares – has shot the latter with their heads quite swollen and full of these insects – unless they fall off of themselves i.e. if one pulls them out they leave their heads in the place they have bit – then saw the new church finished in 1827, but the interior has yet to be painted good sized neat plain whitewashed in and out Georgian like church – a priest, and prayers every evening – the little old church in the little old barn style but good and picturesque remains close to the house the palace 300 yards old said the footman – it was about 12 when we all went to the princess – glad to see us – A- sickish went home till dinner to lie down but returned then seeming pretty well – It was Nachitshevan the princess said yesterday was swallowed up by the Earthquake and Ararat [?] in two – the shock much felt at Tiflis – Dadians’ son not sure of succeeding his father as prince regnant – Madame Latchinoff noticed by Madame G- said the rest must notice her but no better than she should be – Tolstoy admires her – her husband beats her – glad to be rid of her – and she tells all this to all the gents – Madame de Baku smokes and drinks vodki (brandy) – G- promises – forgets and does nothing – Mr. Rivoire the Ex French consul at Tiflis in disgrace at home for being too good friends with the Russian authorities and sending not enough information home – unjust – the present consul sent out by Soult almost against the poor mans’ will who had taken a year to consider of it – (baron de la Chapelle) – has no experience and no clever persons in his chancellerie at Tiflis to get political information – Rivoire clever – writes well – knows what is about said Mr. Liétard – Had thought to go to Anaklia from here and then Redut Kala and Guria – A- would like the Suanéthi [Svaneti] tour – had our privadnik (the prince)

Mr. Liétard the biting insect Clêtchi or clêchi.

David.......... in and princess D-, and I with the map before settled our route to Muri and back to Redut Kale and Guria to Koutaïs – impossible to thro’ Suannetti and back all the way on horseback – some dangers in going now to Suchum Kale – dinner about 2 – our Koutaïs M.D. again – says Dubois’s work is severely criticised in Germany – coffee – sat a little while with the princess gave her my address aux soins de Messrs. Hammersley, and my English address at Shibden and afterwards my card “Mrs. Lister Shibden hall” she came home with us at 4 – were to have been off then – but the mourave had got Thamar (the dark grey baggage mare) thought she belonged to one of the peasants, who all turn on to the green, and the mourave and any people authorized by the price take what horse and whenever they please! mentioned our Lailache man – pity I had not named it to the prince – I had forgot – astonished at our having peasants (serfs) in England – the princess sat with us till off – begs us to go, and see her mother in Cachétie – the princess takes no exercise tired with walking the about 200 yards to us – 2 months gone with [?] – very interesting person – the mare was brought back – off at 5 50/.. – our along the plain along little narrow lanes thro’ alder bushes for nearly ½ way then high brackens then wood, and lastly marshy ground and high Indian corn 3 umbrellas high = 8ft. – tired 2 or 3 places houses huts not good enough at last pulled down the poor mans’ wicker fence – rode thro’ his Indian corn (a path) and alighted village of Liia on the Engour [Enguri] but we not near the river at 10 10/.. – good sacle – 5 or 6 women – as many men slept outside and the children know not how many (6 or 8) moved to another tarti and the one next the door given to us – A- had kept up very badly – ill or out of sorts – lay down and fell asleep immediately – took nothing – I supped on the princess’ bread and my odorous Choni [Khoni] cheese and the Dadian good red wine and water and 2 salted cucumbers – very good and she had given me 6, and a large fresh cheese and 8 or 10 rolls or more and 2 bottles red wine for myself and 2 white for A- and 6 or 8 wax candles and fresh cucumbers and apples – lay down quite dressed at 12 – very fine day – latterly a little gentle rain or dew – the dews excessive here –

[the-deeds-to-shibden]

Wednesday 12 August 1840

[Anne misdated this entry as Wednesday 10 August]

[up at] 6 1/2

[to bed at] 12

fine morning Reaumur 19 1/2° now at 7 50/.. – breakfast at 8 1/4 – Ann and I out at 10 5/.. sauntered about Adam and the Cossack and one of the prince’s red (his livery red) footmen with us à la Tcherkess – the river (Tchekhouchia) 4 versts off affluent de la Djoumi which falls into the Engour 2 lieues = 8 versts off – (Dubois iii. 36) – then to the little bazaar – a widish street about 200 yards long very picturesque Ann sketched while I peeped into the shops – hunted out a plate like the one broken on Monday 1/2 abasse paid 45 paras –

wool short sherst, 5/. silver per pood

wax (vosk) 12/. ditto per ditto

cotton (boumaghi) 8/. ditto per ditto

silk (in the thread) sholko 17/. ditto per ditto

looked at a gun 4/. silver and then at some of the princes old guns – gun (rōōgĕe in Russian) the prince has one worth 1000/. silver that carries 1000 sagènes and is 3 archines long! – from the bazaar to the garden – picturesque octagon galleried round house – the princes library au premier glazed all round and his French agent, Mr. Liétard arrived about a month ago, lives for the present in the damp rez de chaussée – mentioned the queer insect that bit Ann and myself and stuck fast – it is clêtchĭ in Russian – bites sheep and hares   has shot the latter with their heads quite swollen and full of these insects – unless they fall off of themselves i.e. if one pulls them out they have their heads in the place they have bit – then saw the new church finished in 1827, but the interior has yet to be painted – good sized neat plain white washed in and out Georgian like church – a priest, and prayers every evening – the little old church in the little old barn style but good and picturesque remains close to the house the palace 300 years old said the footman – 

it was about 12 when we all went to the princess – glad to see us – very civil and kind – Ann sickish went home till dinner to lie down but returned then seeming pretty well – It was Nachitshivan the princess said yesterday was swallowed up by the earthquake and Ararat rent in two – the shock much felt at Tiflis – Dadian’s son not sure of succeeding his father as prince regnant – Madame Latchinoff noticed by Madame Golovin so the rest must notice her but no better than she should be – Tolstoy admires her – her husband beats her – glad to be rid of her – and she tells all this to all the gentlemen – Madame de Baku smokes and drinks vodki (brandy) – Golovin promises – forgets and does nothing – Mr. Rivoire the ex French consul at Tiflis in disgrace at home for being too god friends with the Russian authorities and sending not enough information home – unjust – the present consul sent out by Soult almost against the poor man’s will who had taken a year to consider of it – (baron de la Chapelle) – has no experience and no clever persons in his chancellerie at Tiflis to get political information – Rivoire clever – writes well – knows what he is about said Mr. Liétard – 

Had thought to go to Anaklia from here and then Redut Kale and Guria – Ann would like the Suanéthi tour – had our provadnik (the prince) David .  . .  .  . .  . in and princess Dadian and I with the map before settled our route to Muri and back to Redut Kale and Guria to Koutaïs – impossible to [go] thro’ Suannetti and back all the way on horseback – some danger in going now to Suchum Kale – dinner about 2 – our Koutaïs M.D. again – says Dubois’ work is severely criticized in Germany – coffee – sat a little while with the princess gave her my address aux soins de Messrs Hammersley, and my English address at Shibden and afterwards my card ‘Mrs. Lister Shibden hall’   she came come with us at 4 – were to have been off then – but the mourave had got Thamar (the dark grey baggage mare) thought she belonged to one of the peasants who all turn on to the green, and the mourave and any people authorized by the prince take what horse and whenever they please! mentioned our Lailache man – pity I had not named it to the prince – I had forgot – astonished at our having peasants (serfs) in England – the princess sat with us till off – begs us to go, and see her mother in Cachétie – the princess takes no exercise tired with walking the about 200 yards to us – 2 months gone with child – very interesting person – 

the mare was brought back – off at 5 50/.. – our [road] along the plain along little narrow lanes thro’ alder bushes for nearly 1/2 way then high brackens then wood, and lastly marshy ground and high Indian corn 3 umbrellas high = 8 feet – tried 2 or 3 places houses huts not good enough at last pulled down the poor mans wicker fence – rode thro’ his Indian corn (a path) and alighted at village of Liia on the Engour but we not near the river 10 10/.. – good sacle – 5 or 6 women – as many men slept outside and the children know not how many (6 or 8) moved to another tarti and the one next the door given to us – Ann had kept up very badly – ill or out of sorts – lay down and fell asleep immediately – took nothing – I supped on the princess’es /sic/ bread and my odorous Choni cheese and the Dadian good red wine and water and 2 salted cucumbers – very good – she had given me 6, and a large fresh cheese and 8 or 10 rolls or more and 2 bottles red wine for myself and 2 white for Ann and 6 or 8 wax candles and fresh cucumbers and apples – lay down quite dressed at 12 – very fine day – latterly a little gentle rain or dew – the dews excessive here –

 Anne’s marginal notes:

Mr. Liétard

the biting insect clêtchi or clêchi.

Liia village of

WYAS page:  SH:7/ML/E/24/0174

[dragonmartellstark]

Best Destinations for the Stark Family (3/5)

~ARYA STARK: She was the youngest daughter of Eddard Stark and Catelyn Tully. Unlike her sister, Sansa, who was very feminine and traditional, Arya loved to ride, swords, archery and play rough, she also did not mind getting dirty and wearing ordinary clothes as if she were just another girl from the village.

When her father was named Hand of the King after Jon Arryn's death in 300 A. C., Arya with her brother Bran left for the Capital with her father, while the other brothers of her stayed in Invernalia. In her stay in King's Landing she was somewhat tumultuous because everyone saw her rebellious and tomboy behavior badly, even Queen Cersei called her "Prince Arya" in derision.

In 303 A. C., Eddard together with Renly Baratheon and Varys conspired against Queen Cersei Lannister after discovering that her three children were not King Robert's and they looked for a way to find the queen with her lover and brother, Jaime Lannister.

After the event known as "The scandal of the Queen's Tower" where the King and his hand broke into Cersei's rooms finding her in full act with her lover, this being horrible for King Robert who finally discovered the true face of his wife. To avoid endangering Arya and Bran were secretly sent to Winterfell where they were under the protection of their mother and her older brother, Robb.

Cersei and Jaime Lannister were executed for treason, adultery, and incest, while their children were disinherited in favor of Stannis Baratheon who became the heir to the Seven Kingdoms. Joffrey Mares was forced to join the Night's Watch, Myrcella became Lord Eddard's ward, and Tommen was sent to Casterly Rock alongside his grandfather, Tywin Lannister.

Robert I Baratheon named as heir to the Lordship of Storm's End his bastard son, Gendry, who was legitimized as a Baratheon, while Renly Baratheon had to keep the Lordship of Dragonstone.

While all these events were taking place, Arya stayed away from her as did hers, her brothers, continuing her quiet life. It was said that the more she grew, her beauty intensified, being considered as beautiful as her deceased aunt, Lyanna Stark and this led to Lady Stark receiving different marriage proposals, this being very stressful for her and she refused to marry someone. man who would deny her to be just a "baby machine".

Despite this, her parents wanted her to marry, so they sought a compromise with House Tyrell or House Hightower. This upset Arya and she decided to undertake a trip to King's Landing where Robert Baratheon still reigned who received her as a daughter of her. There she met Gendry Baratheon, the now Lord of Storm's End, a handsome young man, stocky and with a temper similar to that of his father the king when he was young.

Arya and Gendry had a good relationship sharing a great passion for hunting, weapons and horses. Gendry wrote letters to her half-brother, Edric Tormenta, about how beautiful Lady Stark was and how much he enjoyed her company, even thinking of marrying her. While this was happening, Eddard Stark and Mace Tyrell had agreed an engagement between Arya and Mace's son, Loras Tyrell, but it was said that she was having an affair with Renly Baratheon. Given this, the young wolf decided to turn to Lord Gendry to seek her help and he asked for her hand, stating that in her marriage she will not have to be a renegade or be a submissive wife allowing her to have the same freedoms as a single woman.

The two were secretly married in 308 A. C., he was 24 and she was 19 at a private ceremony near Visenya Hill. The couple consumed their marriage that same day, achieving their legitimacy. When Arya announced her marriage to Gendry, her mother was enraged as she considered her son-in-law a bastard and her daughter a shameless one. However, Eddard was not bothered by the union because of his sympathy for Gendry and together with Robert I they allowed the marriage despite the scandal it caused.

The couple settled in Storm's End and it is known that Lord Gendry allowed his wife to do what she liked, so Arya would wear her Mayan coat whenever she wanted, she would ride where she wanted to go and eat as she wanted to be. considered his attitude very shameful. Their marriage improved over the years and they both came to love each other, their marriage being very passionate, as well as faithful since Gendry never had lovers.

Despite not being pressured to give birth to a child, Arya became pregnant in 310 A. C., giving birth to her first son, Eddard Baratheon who would be Lord of Storm's End.

Arya and Gendry had three more children:

Catelyn Baratheon who would be known to have a love affair with her cousin, Elys Arryn and ended up being Mistress of the Three Towers.

Gendry Baratheon who would unite the Flint Clan in Winterfell.

Robert Baratheon who would be known to have five wives and many offspring.

Arya Stark raised all of her children to be formidable warriors and had other qualities that were not only politics or marriage, making her son Gendry join the Flint Clan thanks to his skill with the spear and the arc. Lady Baratheon did not participate much in auditions with the Lord of Storm's End, but she was present alongside her husband and was allowed to speak about her whenever she was important.

Arya was also part of some groups of women who used to secretly compete in tournaments or horse races, posing as a man named Arry and went on to win several matches even against her own husband. She also had a great influence at court, getting many women to put aside their uncomfortable attire or feminine attitudes so that they could do the same hobbies as a man or dress like one, this being frowned upon by some vassals of the Baratheon.

The life of the young wolf was affected when in 335 A. C., her brothers Robb and Sansa passed away, her deaths being very painful for Lady Baratheon since despite always having differences with her sister, her relationship improved when they reached adulthood.

In 344 A. C., Gendry Baratheon died of heart problems and Arya never recovered from that loss, visiting the grave of her husband whenever she could. After becoming a widow, she remained by her son Eddard, being a more influential woman than her daughter-in-law, Wanda Frey (Stevron Frey's great-granddaughter), creating a great tension between them for wanting to be the most important woman.

Arya Stark died in 353 A. C., she at 64 years of age of natural causes and her remains were buried next to those of her husband in Storm's End.

Mejores destinos para la familia Stark (3/5)

~ARYA STARK: Fue la hija menor de Eddard Stark y Catelyn Tully.  A diferencia de su hermana, Sansa que era muy femenina y tradicional, Arya amaba cabalgar, espadas, tiro con arco y jugar de manera bruta, además no le importaba ensuciarse y portar ropas ordinarías como si fuera una niña mas del pueblo.

Cuando su padre fue nombrado Mano del Rey tras la muerte de Jon Arryn en 300 d. C., Arya junto a su hermano Bran partieron a la Capital con su padre, mientras que sus otros hermanos se quedaron en Invernalia. En su estancia en Desembarco del Rey fue algo tumultuosa debido a que todos veían mal su comportamiento rebelde y marimacho, incluso la reina Cersei la llamo “Príncipe Arya” en modo de burla.

En el 303 d. C., Eddard junto a Renly Baratheon y Varys conspiraron en contra de la reina Cersei Lannister tras descubrir que sus tres hijos no eran del rey Robert y buscaron la forma de encontrar a la reina junto a su amante y hermano, Jaime Lannister.

Tras el evento conocido como “El escandalo de la Torre de la Reina” donde el Rey y su mano irrumpieron en las habitaciones de Cersei encontrándola en pleno acto con su amante siendo esto horrible para el rey Robert que por fin descubría la verdadera cara de su esposa. Para no peligrar Arya y Bran fueron enviados en secreto a Invernalia donde estuvieron bajo la protección de su madre y su hermano mayor, Robb.

Cersei y Jaime Lannister fueron ejecutados por traición, adulterio e incesto, mientras que sus hijos fueron desheredados a favor de Stannis Baratheon que se convirtió en el heredero de los Siete Reinos. Joffrey Mares fue obligado a unirse a la Guardia de la Noche, Myrcella quedo como pupila de Lord Eddard y Tommen fue enviado a Roca Casterly junto a su abuelo, Tywin Lannister.

Robert I Baratheon nombro como heredero del Señorio de Bastión de Tormenta a su hijo bastardo, Gendry el cual fue legitimado como un Baratheon, mientras que Renly Baratheon tuvo que quedarse con el señorío de Rocadragón.

Mientras todos estos acontecimientos ocurrían, Arya se mantuvo lejos al igual que sus hermanos siguiendo con su vida tranquila. Se decía que mientras mas crecía su belleza se intensificaba mas, siendo considerada igual de hermosa que su tía fallecida, Lyanna Stark y esto conllevo a que Lady Stark empezó a recibir diferentes propuestas matrimoniales siendo esto muy estresante para ella y se negaba a casarse con algún hombre que la renegara a ser solo una “maquina de bebés”.

Pesé a esto sus padres deseaban que se casara, así que buscaron un compromiso con la Casa Tyrell o la Casa Hightower. Esto molesto a Arya y decidió emprender un viaje hacia Desembarco del Rey donde aun reinaba Robert Baratheon que la recibió como una hija. Ahí conoció a Gendry Baratheon, el ahora Señor de Bastión de Tormenta un joven apuesto, fornido y con un temple parecido al de su padre el rey cuando este era joven.

Arya y Gendry tuvieron una buena relación compartiendo una gran pasión por la caza, las armas y los caballos. Gendry escribía cartas a su medio hermano, Edric Tormenta sobre lo bella que era Lady Stark y lo mucho que disfrutaba su compañía pensando incluso en desposarse con ella. Mientras esto sucedía, Eddard Stark y Mace Tyrell habían acordado un compromiso entre Arya y el hijo de Mace, Loras Tyrell, pero de este se decía que mantenía un romance con Renly Baratheon. Ante esto la joven loba decidió recurrir a Lord Gendry para buscar su ayuda y el pidió su mano afirmando que en su matrimonio no tendrá que ser renegada o ser una esposa sumisa permitiéndole tener sus mismas libertades como una mujer soltera.

Ambos se casaron en secreto en el 308 d. C., el tenia 24 y ella 19 años en una ceremonia privada cerca de la Colina de Visenya. La pareja consumió su matrimonio ese mismo día logrando su legitimidad. Cuando Arya anunció su casamiento con Gendry, su madre monto en cólera ya que consideraba a su nuero como un bastardo y a su hija como una desvergonzada. Sin embargo Eddard no se molesto por la unión por su simpatía hacia Gendry y junto a Robert I permitieron el matrimonio pese al escandalo que ocasionaba.

La pareja se instalo en Bastión de Tormenta y se sabe que Lord Gendry permitía a su esposa hacer lo que ella le gustara, por lo que Arya vestiría con su cota de maya cuando quisiera, cabalgaría hacia donde ella quería llegar y comería como ella quisiera siendo considerada su actitud muy vergonzosa. Su matrimonio fue mejorando con el paso de los años y ambos llegaron a amarse siendo su matrimonio muy apasionado, además de fiel ya que Gendry jamas tuvo amantes.

Pesé a no ser presionada para alumbrar a un hijo, Arya se quedo embarazada en el 310 d. C., dando a luz a su primer hijo, Eddard Baratheon que sería Señor de Bastión de Tormenta.

Arya y Gendry tuvieron tres hijos mas:

Catelyn Baratheon que sería conocida por tener una historia de amor con su primo, Elys Arryn y termino siendo Señora de las Tres Torres.

Gendry Baratheon que uniría al Clan Flint en Invernalia.

Robert Baratheon que sería conocido por tener cinco esposas y mucha descendencia.

Arya Stark educo a todos sus hijos para que fueran formidables guerreros y tuvieran otras cualidades que no solo fueran la politica o el matrimonio, logrando que su hijo Gendry se uniera al Clan Flint gracias a su destreza con la lanza y el arco. Lady Baratheon no participo mucho en las audiciones con el Señor de Bastión de Tormenta, pero estuvo presente junto a su marido y se le permitía hablar siempre que fuera importante.

Arya también formo parte de algunos grupos de mujeres que solían competir en secreto en torneos o carreras de caballos, haciéndose pasar por un hombre llamado Arry y llego a ganar varios combates incluso contra su propio marido. También tuvo una gran influencia en la corte logrando que muchas mujeres dejaran de lado sus atuendos incomodos o actitudes femeninas para que pudieran hacer los mismos pasatiempos que un hombre o vestir como uno, siendo esto mal visto por algunos vasallos de los Baratheon.

La vida de la joven loba se vio afectada cuando en el 335 d. C., fallecieron sus hermanos Robb y Sansa siendo sus muertes muy dolorosas para Lady Baratheon ya que pese a siempre tener diferencias con su hermana, su relación mejoro cuando llegaron a la edad adulta.

En el 344 d. C., falleció Gendry Baratheon de problemas del corazón y Arya jamás se recupero de aquella perdida, visitando la tumba de su esposo cada vez que podía. Tras convertirse en viuda se mantuvo al lado de su hijo Eddard siendo una mujer mas influyente que su nuera, Wanda Frey (bisnieta de Stevron Frey) creándose una gran tensión entre ambas por querer ser la mujer mas importante.

Arya Stark murió en el año 353 d. C., a los 64 años de edad de causas naturales y sus restos fueron enterrados junto a los de su marido en Bastión de Tormenta.

[imhereforbvcky]

Team Re-Building - Part 1

Summary: (Sam Wilson x reader, FalconCap humor/fluff) After the events of EndGame, the remaining Avengers head out on a mandatory team building exercise at your cattle ranch. The week turns out as unexpected for you as the idea was for them.

Prompt/Request: “Is that a horse?! Do I look like a cowboy to you?” For mine and @justsomebucky’s Cap² Challenge. I separated the prompt a little for flow, but I think I kept the spirit of it.

Warnings: None. Probably swearing. I’ve got a mouth and I can’t control it.

Word Count: 2061

A/N: This is just a little 2 part series. Part 2 is totally done. I’m planning to queue it to post in just 2 days! yay! 2 in 2 days, that’s easy to remember.

“Are you sure this is it?” Bucky muttered. His eyes followed the wrought iron banner propped between two enormous raw logs rising to form the arched entry. Dead center, the flying K brand stood dark and resolute against the bright afternoon sun.

“No,” Rhodes grumbled, “I haven’t seen a road sign for at least fifteen miles. Just dirt and tumbleweeds.”

The group held a collective breath when the modified jeep rattled over the cattle grate beneath the arch. The all-terrain vehicle had been waiting for them at the tiny regional airport when they’d landed. Now it made sense. The road went from grated dirt to a rugged two-wheel cut path over hill and stone.

Sam tried to convince himself it was all part of the experience, but frankly, the kinds of experiences he preferred usually involved a cold beer on his patio or a jog along a beach. The mountains were, admittedly, something to see. Jagged stone fingers clawed out of the hills, reaching unknowable heights into the unending blue sky. The photos on the brochure hadn’t done it justice.

Still, he just wished he wasn’t seeing them with clenched teeth and fists tight around the roll bar of the jeep as it hauled them all further and further from civilization.

“Why are we doing this, again, Sam?” Wanda asked, her arm darting out to his shoulder to brace against the jostling.

“Team building?”

“And there’s no ‘team building’ in New York?” Bucky complained, leaning past Wanda to glare at Sam.

“Couldn’t we have done a trust fall or something?” Rhodes agreed with a smirk on his lips at his own joke.

“How long’re you gonna hold that over my head?” Sam complained.

“'Til that face you make stops being funny.”

“Well, that’s exactly why we’re here.”

“I still don’t see why we had to be here,” Bucky insisted.

“Look, if any of you have figured out how to skip out on Maria Hill’s orders, you let me know the magic words and I’ll get us out of shit like this next time.”

Before too much longer the little caravan had made its way over the foothills and pulled up to a large cabin. It looked old, like the stones had been there as long as the mountains themselves, but the logs were freshly sealed and the chairs on the sprawling porch looked deep and inviting with soft leather cushions and bright red pillows.

“Hi there!” The voice that greeted them sounded like it was made there in those hills. It rolled gently and warmed like the sun on the breeze. “Welcome to Kestrel Point.”

“Thanks for accommodating our crew,” Sam stepped forward, offering his hand. “Sam Wilson.”

A laugh tumbled out. “I think we know who you are. All of you.” Your smiling eyes darted to the group behind him, still righting themselves after climbing down out of the jeep.

Sam wasn’t quite used to that yet. Sure, he’d been an Avenger for years now, had worn the armor of a hero. But after the Decimation… after the fight in upstate New York… after he picked up that shield… Being known had a different weight to it; sat just a little heavier on his shoulders.

“Right,” he shook his head and glanced back at what was left of the team, at those who’d survived, who hadn’t been left too worn to continue the fight. It was his team to lead now, his to rebuild and hold together.

You watched the struggle dance across his features and saw it echo in the furtive glances among the others. But you didn’t remark on it, nor did you hesitate. It was your job to help them find their rhythm and rebuild their strength, not to dwell on the present cracks in the armor.

Offering the same wide smile, you introduced yourself and a few of your staff before clapping your hands together, brows leaping with excitement. “Well let’s get started! My guys will take your bags to your rooms, and if y’all will follow me, we’ll get you matched up and get you started.”

When you turned toward the barn, nodding for them to follow, there was no argument. At least not that you saw. Mainly because you didn’t wait for one. That didn’t mean there weren’t protests. There was a flurry of wide-eyed glances exchanged from everyone but Clint.

For once, Clint felt right at home. He’d made a beeline for the stables and perched up on the split-rail fence with all the ease of familiarity. They might be thick western saddles here instead of the sleek black tack of his memory but the sound of twisting leather and long swooshing tails took him right back. With a distinct brand of nostalgia, he recalled rows of agile white Lipizzans, practically glowing under the circus tent lights. Visions of children gawking at larger-than-life Percherons filled his head and a slow grin eased over his face.

While your ranch hands tied the last of the horses in a row before him along the fence, ready and waiting, you lead the rest group inside. They weren’t quite ready.

“Is that a horse?!” Sam balked as he approached. It suddenly all clicked for him what Hill had been planning and he was not a fan. He liked the smirk on Barton’s face even less as watching him stroke a hand down the nose of a particularly antsy Quarter Horse. “No. I think there’s been a fundamental misunderstanding on our end.”

You laughed as he backed away. “Miss Hill warned us this was not the most uh… experienced group,” you tucked your worn leather utility gloves in your back pocket and gently slipped your fingers around his bicep, easing him forward. “You have nothing to worry about Mr. Wilson. We’ll take it slow.”

You were meant to be comforting him, but the moment he felt your contact and looked down at you with the softest, deepest umber gaze you’d even laid eyes on and it was your breath that caught in your chest. The words suddenly vanished on your tongue and it was all you could do to mimic the slow pull of his smile at your playful word choice.

“Do I look like a cowboy to you?” he asked, teeth flashing that smile.

You coughed on a laugh and looked at your feet. Boots. That’s right. They needed boots, that’s what you had been doing before. Before Sam Wilson and his damn smile.

“Not yet,” you agreed, shrugging one shoulder. “But we’ll take care of that.”

It took three full days to get everyone sufficiently steady on horseback. By the morning of day four, you’d decided it was sink or swim. The herd had nearly eaten through the winter pasture and before long the creek cutting across the valley would be swollen and racing with snowmelt. If you didn’t drive the cattle up to the newly sprouting summer lands soon, it would be too late.

A little instruction on the trail, couched softly in teasing and laughter might get the team where they needed to be skill-wise. If not, your own team flanked the Avengers, just in case. They might fight aliens and save half the galaxy, but they had never chased a scared new calf down a ravine.

Well, maybe Clint had.

He was, of course, a natural. Animals were his thing. Particularly large gentle ones whose affection could be bought with food. He’d spent his down time near the stables, figuring out what Apollo’s favorite snacks were and had stuffed his pockets with broken carrots.

The others… well they were lucky if they’d encountered a horse at a petting zoo before that week.

Bucky hadn’t seen a whole hell of a lot of cattle in Brooklyn between 1917 and 1943. And after that, war and survival had pretty much been his sole priorities until very recently.

Rhodes had no interest. He was a modern military man with his own Iron Man suit. Let’s face it; he had a better ride and more pressing matters anyway.

Wanda spent most of her life in a concrete cell. You weren’t sure if she had ever even seen a horse in person before climbing out of that jeep on your ranch. But she took to it pretty well. Those with a gentle demeanor usually did. You’d paired her with a sweet old mare that didn’t spook easily. Eventually the slow sureness of the horse seemed to have a calming effect for Wanda. She found herself enjoying her time away from so many people, away from their thoughts and fears. You could imagine her leasing out a ride now and again when she went home.

Bruce was… well half Bruce and half green and far too big to sit a horse. Didn’t stop him watching and teasing, though.

And Sam. Sam was maybe the most fun for you. He was all city, all soldier. Stiff but determined.

“I know you’re not laughing at me!” he hollered as you circled back and eased to a trot beside him. He looked so stiff and uncomfortable; you just couldn’t help but snicker. “Not again.”

“I’m sorry,” you managed, wiping tears from the corners of your eyes, grin so wide it hurt. “Just… You’ve gotta relax.”

“There’s a thousand pound animal between my legs!”

“And you think clenching up is gonna keep him from throwin’ you?” you teased.

It didn’t help. Logic flew out the window when fear came knocking. Sam only glared in your general direction, too anxious to look away for long. But you saw him fighting back a smile.

“Alright, well I think Ranger’s been a smooth ride and it’s high time you return the favor,” you tried again, reaching over and untying the lead you’d left on Sam’s horse.

Sam glanced down at his steel grip on the pommel. “What do you mean?” he asked, eyeing Ranger as if there was some lever that would make this all easier.

“You’re ex-military, right? I assume you had to carry a person at some point in your training?”

“Para-rescue. Carried injured friendlies out all the time. How’s that supposed to help?”

“Was it easier if the payload was stiff as a board or if they moved with you?”

“Alright, alright,” he chuckled. “I see your point.”

“It’s a ride not a beating. Treat it like a lady,” you joked, encouraging him to push again into a trot and offering advice as you continued alongside. “Move with him. ‘ll be easier on your ass and his back. Relax and let your hips roll.”

“Do you talk to all your clients like this, or am I just lucky?” He was smiling now, still looking down at his horse.

You, however, laughed beside him, relishing in his flirtatious nature. His easy smiles and quick wit had captured you early on. It had been a while since you’d enjoyed someone’s company this much. “You’re definitely somethin’.”

“That didn’t sound like a good thing.” He pouted, but with that little shine in his eyes, that extra roundness to his cheeks that betrayed the grin beneath. Like it was just waiting to erupt and brighten his whole face. The longer you spent near him, the greater the pang deep in your gut at the thought of what that full smile might look like. Would it be better than these secret hidden ones? Would it warm you head to toe? Ignite this heat that seemed to spark from something as small as a little grin?

You needed to breathe, get your head back on your shoulders. With a swift squeeze of your knees your horse notched forward.

The more Sam had talked with you, joked, and flirted, the less he had time to worry about his horse. He relaxed, consciously or not, he and his horse settled into a rhythm.

Satisfied with his ability and desperately needing the distance, you led the way out onto the soft green acres that sprawled beneath the rough granite peaks. Fresh spring leaves quivered in the breeze and blankets of snow still dominated most of the mountaintop.

You pushed ahead into a canter, resuming your duties checking in on the other guests – the other Avengers. But not before turning over your shoulder with a grin just for him, just for Captain goddamn America.

“I think I’m the lucky one this time.”

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[spiriituma]

@beyondthetemples​ asked: {{ You want someone to talk to you about your girls, I'm always down for throwing some Thoughts your way! So that story mentions Lee being a teenager with magic too powerful for her own good. After that night, does she learn any lessons? Does she become more capable of harnessing it? Does her relationship with that power change over time? Since Lava is connected to her through that magic, do Lava's abilities or senses or consciousness grow with it? Their relationship?

||..*cracks knuckles* LET’S GO--

DOES LEE LEARN ANY LESSONS AFTER CREATING LAVA?

YES-- !! When her and Lava wake up the next morning, there’s a fundamental change in her. It’s not like she immediately has the best habits surrounding her magic, but suddenly the THOUGHT is there, that she has to be more RESPONSIBLE with the spells she casts. Lee up to this point has never really had to think about the consequences that come from her actions; now, thanks to Lava and her constant heart attacks, SHE CAN’T ESCAPE IT.

On her and Lava’s walk out of the cemetery, both of them surrounded by DEATH for THREE WHOLE MILES, she does a lot of REFLECTING. Her and Lava are still regaining their strength and learning to trust each other, and Lee absolutely REFUSES to get on the horse out of fear that the mare will once again try to kill her. Seeing all the damage she’s caused to keep herself alive (and give Lava life,) Lee fully believes that she is IN DEBT to some kind of higher power, i.e.-- her MAGIC. 

Though it may not necessarily be the BEST of lessons, but Lee also picks up a habit of being overly reckless with her own life TO SAVE OTHERS. Friends or strangers, Lee will throw herself in harm’s way without hesitation to save someone.

DOES SHE BECOME MORE CAPABLE OF HARNESSING (HER MAGIC)? DOES HER RELATIONSHIP TO HER POWER CHANGE OVER TIME?

When her and Lava begin to travel, YES, she takes every opportunity to practice. Though Lee isn’t the best at reading to begin with, she had been able to study things she had interest in without any problems-- school was awful for her, but learning magic? Reading spellbooks? Researching casting methods? LOVED IT. Now, though, the effect of losing/numbing some of her nerves/dying in general has given her DYSLEXIA. She tries her hardest to push past it, but finds it difficult now to read/write. 

This doesn’t stop her from PRACTICING methods that she already does know, combining spells and tricks and try and teach herself new things without having to read. Practice makes perfect! Eventually, she gets herself under control to the point where her magic doesn’t just suddenly UNLEASH itself when she gets angry. (This is AFTER her encounter with Trevor’s father, however.) 

Her relationship to her power most definitely changes, but it’s both a good and bad change imo. Lee’s grandmother is the one who taught her the basics and gave her a grasp on what exactly she could be capable of and the dangers behind it. Once her grandmother dies, she starts to have less reverence for her magic; it’s not so much a gift that she has been blessed with as opposed to a TOOL. Then, when she’s on her own, not only is it a tool, but it becomes a WEAPON. 

She’s still not CASUAL with her magic by the time she creates Lava; it takes until she’s about 16/17 and actively a vigilante that the casual, flippant usage of her powers begins to take place. Of course, after creating Lava, the REVERENCE, but it’s less out of FEAR and more out of RESPECT.

SINCE LAVA IS CONNECTED TO HER THROUGH HER MAGIC, DO LAVA’S SENSES OR CONSCIOUSNESS GROW WITH IT?

YES!! Lava at first has VERY BASIC speech capabilities, mainly able to communicate through body language. Because she DOES have some parts of her that are partially human (notably her brain,) Lava knows a few words, though she doesn’t talk to Lee immediately. Essentially, she picks up on some things that she hears Lee say and parrots them back mentally. 

LEE TEACHES HER TO SPEAK, and they also develop their own form of sign language. In most cases, when I write for Lava, she is only a handful of years into existing, so she talks and thinks in slightly broken English. Over time, she can form full sentences and has a much better use of language. Though she doesn’t PHYSICALLY age, she certainly does mentally and emotionally. 

Lava also steadily becomes more ALIVE with age, as does Lee (verse depending.) Eventually, she starts to grow a full coat of fur and her veins become less pronounced. 

LEE AND LAVA’S RELATIONSHIP

This could be its own multi-para headcanon post on it’s own, but I’ll try to be brief lol. 

So, at first, Lee is obviously VERY AFRAID of Lava. Lee passes out after the spell that gives Lava life, and she stays asleep for THREE DAYS; Lava wakes up first and stands over her THE ENTIRE TIME. At first, their relationship is all about survival-- Lava has no idea how to exist, and Lee needs a getaway vehicle. Of course, Lee could have just LEFT HER somewhere, but as mentioned earlier... SHE FEELS TERRIBLE about what she’s done, and being kind to Lava is a part of repaying that debt. 

Neither of them trust each other at first, but there is a mutual need to survive that causes them to have to tolerate the other. By the time Lee meets Trevor, they have formed a FRIENDSHIP, Lava being extremely protective of Lee. The two can now talk to each other, having developed their form of sign language and Lava having a basic grasp on language that allows them to communicate.

Lee doesn’t try to ride Lava for the first two weeks. Lava, at one point, just PICKS HER UP and tosses her on board in an attempt to get away from a store Lee had just robbed. It’s a panic-induced ride from hell, but Lee realizes just how fast Lava can go and starts to teach herself how to fight off of horseback. As a kid, Lee took riding lessons, so she was comfortable on horseback, but her major concern was trusting Lava.

[frangipanidownunder]

msr au: mulder is a prince about to ascend the throne, scully is his brilliant tutor

Weird little five para AU set somewhere in Wales in some unspecified medieval time…

1

She noticed the painting on the wall first. An oversized, gold-framed family portrait looming over guests at the top of the stairs that were the focal point the opulent entrance hall. The King stared down, crown gleaming atop his dark hair, beard neatly trimmed, mouth closed, hand resting on his heart, fingers splayed so that the tips brushed the ermine collar of his cloak; the Queen was standing by his side, face inclined to her husband but her eyes were looking past him, wistful, her silvering hair was looped under her crown, hands clasped in front of her. Seated in front of them, a young boy, around twelve maybe, dark hair waving around his face, soft skin, kind eyes of the most brilliant green, nose just on the point of being too large. His long limbs were tucked away neatly, like the painter had placed them there under strict orders for him not to move. Prince Llwynog. The Little Fox. She had expected a red head. Had looked forward to a camaraderie based on shared hair colour. 

The butler asked her to wait. And so she did. For a long time. The domestic staff milled to and fro. She heard horses outside and wondered if her own mare, Missy, were growing restless.

When the seneschal walked down the staircase with a menacing tread, she found herself standing to attention. 

“I am Gwallter, his highness’ steward. Follow me, Sir.”

Dana dipped her head and kept her first thoughts trapped in her mouth. Gwallter was a giant.

2

The room was cavernous. Spectacular but so large and noisy that Dana pulled her cap further over her ears. The feast smelled divine. She saw whole pigs, lamb, beef on silver platters; piles of round baked breads between each guest, turnips and swedes and carrots falling off plates. It had been hours since her last meagre meal. The din was cacophonous as she followed Gwallter past the gentry seated at the high-backed chairs. In the far corner a group of musicians played, instruments Dana had only seen in paintings. The whole scene was so replete with sensory experiences that she hadn’t realised the they had arrived at the head table. Gwallter announced her.

“Your highness, the tutor has arrived.”

The King was watery-eyed, picking at a bone on his plate. The Queen was dabbing at her mouth. Dana assessed that they both looked much older than the painting, and immediately felt foolish at her naivete as a blush spread across her face. To the King’s right was a wily man, grey-haired, sallow skin, smoking an ornate pipe. To the Queen’s left sat the Prince. Llwynog, The Little Fox, who was now…not so little. 

“Who is this young fellow, Gwallter?” The King appeared unfocused, annoyed. The man with the pipe puffed and smirked at her.

“This is Deiniol Scully, the best tutor in the land,” the Queen said to her husband.

“He’s here to teach Llwynog.”

“What use is that?” King Gwilym snapped. “The boy is a dreamer.” He smashed his hands down and bowls and cutlery jumped and rattled. Almost as suddenly, he slouched over and began to eat the vegetables on the plate, gnawing carrots like a rabbit might.

Gwallter turned to her and offered her an almost sympathetic smile. 

“Your highnesses, I am pleased to make your acquaintance. It has been a long journey.” She bowed and her hair fell from her cap. Gwallter loomed over her, squinting at her red curls. The Queen gasped so loudly the diners fell silent and Dana felt their heads turn towards her. The King continued to eat his meal and mumble to himself. Llwynog stood up and walked around the length of the table, leaving the hall so that his echoing footsteps sounded eerily for the longest time.

When they quieted, the smoker laughed. “A girl, Gwilym? You’ve outdone yourself this time, brother.”

3

The door to the Prince’s chambers was so heavy she had to use all her might to open it. Gwallter was standing on the other side and barely moved to let her past. She spotted the Prince in the far corner, lounging on a chaise near a window. Outside, rain had left the gardens bedraggled and the sky frosted silver.

“Prince Llwynog,” she said when he sat up on his chaise, “I’m Dana Scully. I’ve been assigned to work with you.”

He ignored her proffered hand, draping his own down to reach a pile of manuscript papers from the floor. “Oh, isn’t it nice to be suddenly so highly regarded? Under whose penance are you here, Scully?”

She held her ground, tilted her chin. “I am here of my own free will. I am employed to be your tutor. Someone who can give you the intellect desired to enable your succession to the throne, when the time comes.”

He stood then, still holding the papers. “I was under the impression that you were sent to spy on me. At any rate, you have misrepresented yourself to my parents.” He glanced at her attire. A velvet green dress, fastened under her bust and flowing the floor. 

“Deiniol Scully? Really?” Gwallter said from behind her.

“I did not write that in any of my letters,” she said. “I referred to myself as D Scully. If there has been a mistake, it is not on my part.”

The Prince laughed. “An omission that is just as culpable as a misrepresentation. What else might you have omitted to tell us, Scully?”

“If you have any doubt about my credentials,” she started but he cut her off, shoving the papers into her hands. 

“Maybe I can get your opinion on this?” 

She looked through some pages of cursive, elaborate writings from the heart. She read and re-read the prose and looked up at him. “An allegory, a praise poem, maybe? I’ve never seen anything like it.”

Gwallter crossed the floor and stood between her and the Prince. She heard his low, urgent whispers and Llwynog retorts. The Prince stepped to the side and smiled at her, taking the papers back.

“My parents will pay you handsomely to teach me things I do not wish to know. Had my brother Samuel been with us still, it would have been his place to sit with you and learn. But he has vanished and along with him, my parents’ pride and strength. My uncle is waiting in the wings for me to fail, so you have a task ahead of you, Scully.” 

“I am equal to that task,” she said. Gwallter went to open the door. Llwynog edged closer to her, so that she could see the different colours in his eyes. “The manuscript. It is beautiful. You write very well.” And with that, she nodded her head. 

He smiled at her. “I will see you bright and early in the morrow, Scully.”

4

She became accustomed to Gwallter accompanying her on her morning walk around the gardens. He told her about the older Prince Samuel and his strange disappearance, how the Queen had taken to her room for weeks and how the King had slowly crumbled from commanding leader to demented soul. The smoker, the King’s brother, Lord Carl, had arrived unannounced and fancied himself the next-in-line. Gwallter had grave fears for Llwynog.

“Fox is a sensitive and passionate young man. He is driven by a different energy to most of us.”

She nodded, smiling up at the huge, bald man. “He is a romantic. I can see that. But he is also strong. He has an openness that others might mistake as a vulnerable side, but it is this transparency that gives him his strength. He will be a good leader for the people. He has empathy.”

“I cannot agree,” Gwallter said. “There are those who would seek to make his life a misery should they find out about his…empathy and most especially his writings. He is under the strange impression that others might wish to read his work. What is the future in reading other people’s imaginings? It is senseless.”

“I have discovered many writings that lift the spirit, touch the heart and challenge the imagination in a way that even scripture and other religious texts cannot. It is a good cure for many ills. There is a sense of camaraderie. That one is not alone in this world. I feel there is no harm in letting him dream.”

Gwallter stopped. “You surprise me, Scully. You are sounding more and more like Fox by the week. Has he begun to mesmerise you with his words?” She laughed. Mesmerising was an apt descriptor. The Little Fox was the most unique, infuriating, stubborn, generous man she had ever met. “Next, you will be telling me that you believe his stories about lights in the skies.”

“I want to believe.”

A flurry of movement over by the stables caught her attention. She moved forward but Gwallter grabbed her arm. She saw the puff of smoke float over the half-door. Heard the Queen’s tinkle of laughter between the horse’s braying. “You will not speak of it,” Gwallter said. “Llwynog must not know. He will put it into one of his tales and that would spell danger greater than the would-be conquerors at our borders. War by weapon is valiant. War by words would be catastrophe.”

5

She let the pages fall together with a pleasant whump. The lesson was over. And she had learned more than her pupil. He was kneeling at the foot of the chaise, smiling up at her with his eyes sparkling and his mouth open in wonder. It was as though he had never heard the tale before. And yet it was his own story, put together from the stirrings of his heart and inspired by his eyes. He knew of his mother’s affair, he knew of his father’s emotional and mental decline. He knew of Gwallter’s noble desire to protect his young charge. Fox knew it all. And he had written every word. From Samuel’s vanishing into the bright white light one wintery night to the scheming brother who had planned it and more, his manuscript was a ride into lunacy.

“You must burn this,” she said.

“Why?” he cried. “It’s the truth.”

She rubbed her knees, trying to find the right words. “Your highness,” she said, but he caught her wrist and brought her hand to his mouth.

“You can call me Llwynog, Fox…if you prefer. I have long since thought of you as Dana.” 

A tremor ran up her spine and she shifted back in the seat, but left her hand at his lips. His generous mouth pressed harder against her knuckles and she licked her own lips. She had grown fond of him, with his grand ideas and wild explanations for the most mundane of life’s occurrences. She struggled to work out why they should have such a strong bond, given their different upbringings and personalities. But she came to the conclusion that he made her feel things in a new and interesting way, he challenged her as much as she challenged him. And he made her smile.

“This could ruin you. This could be the lever that your uncle has been looking to release, to unbalance your father so that he tips into insanity. With him gone, it will be just you and Lord Carl. And he has no conscience. He would stoop as low as he needed to ensure you would not stand between him and the throne. I’m afraid for you, Fox.”

Fox leaned up and kissed her. Her first instinct was to pull away but she liked the feel of his breath in her mouth and his evening shadow bristling against her skin. The way his fingers walked up her thighs and teased her belly. She felt a hot rush between her legs and understood that she must end the kiss but it felt so good and right that she found herself nestling closer to him, allowing him to swallow her in his warm embrace. 

She only heard the door click shut. She rubbed at her mouth and patted down her hair, while the Prince looked outside.

“I saw nobody.” His voice was breathy when he returned, his face panic-stricken. She looked at the table by the window. It was empty. “The manuscript is gone.”

Later that night, when her heart had stopped thumping in her chest, she heard a rattle at her door. In her haste to light a candle, she tripped and before she could right herself, a hand clamped over her mouth. 

She struggled free, crawling towards the still open door, and yelling, “Llwynog, Fox! I need your help.”

[griffinequestrian]

Heels Down Mag: What To Expect If You Want To Go To The RRP Thoroughbred Makeover

By Justine Griffin for Heels Down Mag 

When Sarah Hepler rode down center line in the Rolex Stadium at the Kentucky Horse Park, chills shot down the length of her arm.

Sarah isn’t a professional competing at the international level. She was aboard her 2018 Retired Racehorse Project mount, Fletcher, a bay Thoroughbred gelding. Two months before, Fletcher was still running at the racetrack in upstate New York. But he was as cool as a cucumber as he competed with Sarah, 39, who showed in both the dressage and dressage freestyle classes.

Tears would spill down her cheeks when she halted for her final salute during her freestyle test. Adorned in purple breeches and a grey T-shirt that said “Lift Your Sister”, the right arm sleeve noticeably empty, her friends inscribed the negative words and insults that served as barriers to them as women and equestrians.

“You’re too fat”, read one note written in black Sharpie on the shirt. “You’ll never be good enough”, read another.

There wouldn’t be a dry eye in the house. Even the judges would write in the test comments that Sarah, the one-armed dressage rider, made them cry.

“The Thoroughbred Makeover is the perfect example of how a horse show should be,” said Sarah, who competed for the first time in 2017 with a mare named Birdie. “Everyone is just so supportive and excited to have you there. Everyone wants to see you succeed. Trainers like (professional international eventer) Elisa Wallace are just so approachable.”

Every year the nonprofit organization, the Retired Racehorse Project, hosts its Thoroughbred Makeover competition. Hundreds of amateurs and professionals from across the country flock to Kentucky for the annual event, to show off their ex-racers turned hunters, jumpers, eventers, barrel racers, etc., for a chance to be named the “America’s Most Wanted Thoroughbred.”

Hundreds more apply every year with hopes of being accepted and making it to the competition. All it takes is a Thoroughbred with 10 months or less of re-training after a racing career.

“There are some people who go in to win and for the money, but the vast majority are there to let their horse have the experience, to bond with other people, and to just enjoy and celebrate the breed,” said Aubrey Graham, a horse trainer near Atlanta.

She brought her first OTTB, Forrest, and a client’s horse to the Thoroughbred Makeover last year to compete in eventing and jumpers. She hopes to bring two more this year.

“My horse had just a little bit of work before the Makeover, so I went in without any big expectations. I just wanted him to experience it and have a good time,” Aubrey said. “But every day that he was there, he just got better.”

She’d end up placing 10th out of 100 in a jumper class.

While the competition aspect is a draw for many, it’s the community and inspiring “can-do attitude” that’s launched the RRP into the spotlight among horse circles.

Riders don’t have to have a long list of show accolades to apply or compete. And the horses aren’t expected to be “made” by any sense of the word.

“If you’re thinking about it, just do it,” Sarah said. She suggested working with a local rescue or post-racing nonprofit to find a suitable mount. But many private farms and trainers sell RRP-eligible horses that are already restarted.

Like This Story? Try: This Legally Blind Eventer Is Still Chasing Her Dreams

For her horses, Sarah focused on trailering off property for clinics, lessons and horse shows in advance of traveling to the big event.

Aubrey’s advice is similar. She worked hard to get her horses exposure at horse shows and other events.

“When I came off the high from the last makeover, I knew I just wanted to do this all the time,” said Aubrey, 35, who is transitioning out of her 40-hour-a-week job in academia at Emory University to train horses full time. She has nine horses currently in her program. It was trainers and new friends she met at the Makeover event who encouraged and helped her through the change.

“These people want the breed and the horses to succeed. They are so free with their knowledge,” she said.

While the event is inspiring and invigorating, Aubrey also warns it’s a lot of work. And it isn’t cheap.

“The vast majority of us aren’t coming from oodles of money. OTTBs tend to be a pretty good deal when you buy them. But they’re still expensive. We’re just a group of people making it work.”

Sarah lost her arm in a car accident when she was just nine years old. She learned to ride without it. But for years, she shied away from riding para-dressage.

“I didn’t want people to think I needed something separate or special, so I avoided it,” she said. That is, until the Thoroughbred Makeover last year. Her emotional freestyle was the first para-dressage test she ever rode.

Fletcher and Sarah would place third out of about 180 and eighth out 50 in their classes. She’d head home back to the real world, with her job and the farm waiting for her in New York. But she’d leave with a full heart, with her forever heart horse, and with memories to last a lifetime.

And she’ll be back in 2019. She’s already got the horse to hang her next dreams on. His name is Calvin.

Photos by GRC Photo and Kassie Colson

[twracehorse]

Apparently my subconscious misses going to Breyerfest and getting Breyers cause I had a dream of that last night. One day I’ll be able to drive myself (with friends cause I ain’t going alone) and get the plastic pons I desire. Even though I’ve decided to reduce the number of models I want in my collection...I still want quite a few XD

Main models I really want on my shelves is...

The “Australian Stock Horse” model. I gotta wait for a regular run of this model, but this year’s (2019) store special Hal looks very nice and it gave me the idea of a diorama to do in the future. To show or not idk, but I’d still make it either way! I’ve already (terribly) drawn it out and written down notes for the theme

The “Bristol” model. My favorite jumping model Breyer’s done so far. Gotta wait for a good color, but I’m already sold on the model

The “Cantering Warmblood” model. I have a fond of running horses done beautifully. Again gotta wait for a regular run and I’m hoping for a really good coat! Personally would love a nice dark bay cause they are my weakness

The newest mare and foal set “Rhian and Cadell”. So cute!!! I must have these adorable beauties!

The “Spanish Stallion” model looks really nice. Also the fact that Dominate XXIX looks like the bay lusitano in SSO

I know these have been the current newest models, but Breyer has been doing a good job at making them look amazing! Some older models I’d want though...

A “Roxy” model. Mostly Bet Yer Blue Boons because she kinda looks like the “American Quarter Horse Mare” Classic model I have who I remember I got cause I did well in a track meet in middle school. Also the color of the Classic model reminds me of McDonald’s honey mustard...

On the same note, while the color reminded me of the “Roxy” model, the real identical of the “American Quarter Horse Mare” goes to the “Zippo Pine Bar” model. Of which I’d want Fleetstreet Max, he’s got a cool name and color

Ethreal Earth. I remember reading the introduction they did for that model in their catalog and years later I still want him. I used to want Ethreal Water, but Earth has taken over my need

A need to have at least one “Silver” model. Perhaps Santana since that seems the most reasonably easier one to obtain 

Another mare and foal set I still want is GG Valentine and Heartbreaker 100%

I already have a “Warmblood Stallion” aka Wapiti, but I also really like to have Ravel as well

Phantasma 100%! Halloween horse with a cool design

The big chunk of the “Othello” model. Xavier is a must have for me! I’m not a big fan of unicorns unless done right and he’s done perfectly! He is a heckin mystical chonker

Those were just Traditional sizes, onto the Classics! I started off with this size and thankfully only want some nowadays

Gotta start of with the “Running Thoroughbred” model. Specifically though? Bogeyman. A Halloween horse with a sweet design!

“Stock Horse Gelding” model. I just think it’s neat!

Also lowkey want the “Haflinger foal” and the “Warmblood foal”, two cuties

Stablemates are possibly the oldest models I had that I didn’t even know they were Breyers until I started collecting (I’ve still got them too)

“Quarter Horse” “Stock Horse” model. Apparently has three different names including “Para Dressage”

Both of the Spooky Stablemates sets. Mini versions of popular Halloween horses? Sign me up!

“Rivet”. He’s a spicy looking pon

The “Cob” because hello small chunk of a horse!

“Loping Quarter Horse” I think I needed this mold for a diorama (that is also on my to-do list)

“Magnolia” specifically the unicorn surprise versions blue or the black & orange/gold. They look neat and are a mini version of the “Aurora” model 

I almost forgot about two other models I wanted that don’t fit into the previous categories

“Alpine Goat” because I mean...it looks really cute

“Springtime Foal” aka Foalzilla because these babies are about the size of a full grown Traditional horse. Currently Espresso is my favorite

[thecoldheart]

Puta que pariu, meu gato pois um ovo,

Mas gato não põe ovo, puta que pariu de novo.

Eu sou o vampiro doidão,eu sou o vampiro doidão

Passo o dia dormindo e a noite eu fumo um baseadão

Se droga fosse álcool eu morria de cirrose

Se álcool fosse droga eu morria de overdose

Sou vampiro doidão, sou o vampiro doidão

Eu to muito louco, etá baseado do bom!

Estava no escurinho, comendo a empregada

alguém abriu a porta e eu comi a bunda errada

Eu sou o vampiro doidão, eu sou o vampiro doidão

Só faço sexo dentro do caixão

Gosto das moças virgem e das moças honradas

Mas o que eu gosto mesmo é de festar com a putalhada

Sou vampiro doidão, eu sou vampiro doidão,

Só chupo sangue de menstruação.

Quando eu nasci, no bico da cegonha,

Na minha mamadeira foi dois quilos de maconha.

Sou vampiro doidão, eu sou vampiro doidão,

Eu fumo todas, e não abro mão.

Não sei como é que eu posso, não sei como é que eu pude,

Comer caco de vidro e cagar bola de gude.

Sou vampiro doidão, eu sou vampiro doidão,

Eu quero morrer todo peladão.

Marcelo é meu amigo, Marcelo é meu colega,

Eu vou fazer com ele o que o cavalo fez com a égua.

Sou vampiro doidão, eu sou vampiro doidão,

Passo o dia dormindo e a noite eu fumo um baseadão.

Eu vi papai Noel, montado num urubu,

Tomando Coca-cola e arrotando pelo cu.

Sou vampiro doidão, eu sou vampiro doidão,

Eu to muito louco, eita baseado do bão.

Humberto era careta, um cara retardado,

Fumou bosta de vaca e ficou muito pirado.

Sou vampiro doidão, eu sou vampiro doidão,

Só faço sexo dentro do caixão.

Eu fui ao cemitério e sentei na catacumba,

A puta da caveira beliscou a minha bunda.

Sou vampiro doidão, eu sou vampiro doidão,

Só chupo sangue de mestruação.

Pulei de pára-quedas, o pára-quedas não abriu,

Mandei o fabricante para puta que pariu.

Eu sou vampiro doidão, eu sou vampiro doidão,

Eu fumo todas e não abro mão.

Quando eu morrer não joguem flores no caixão,

Podem jogar maconha que é pra eu subir doidão.

Sou vampiro doidão, eu sou vampiro doidão,

Eu quero morrer todo peladão.

Larica não tem hora, também não tem lugar,

Larica ta me dando mais vontade de fumar.

Sou vampiro doidão, eu sou vampiro doidão,

Passo o dia dormindo e de noite eu fumo um baseadão

English:

Fucking hell, my cat, for an egg,

But cat does not lay egg, bitch who gave birth again.

I'm the Vampire Doe, I'm the Vampire Doe

I spend the day sleeping and at night I smoke a baseadão

If drug was alcohol I would die of cirrhosis

If alcohol was drug I would die of overdose

I'm a vampire, I'm a vampire.

I'm very crazy, good based etá!

I was in the dark, eating the maid

Someone opened the door and I ate the wrong ass

I'm the Vampire Doe, I'm the Vampire Doe

I only have sex inside the coffin.

I like virgin girls and honest girls

But what I really like is to party with the pastry

I'm a vampire, I'm a vampire,

I just suck at menstruating blood.

When I was born, in the beak of the stork,

On my bottle was two pounds of marijuana.

I'm a vampire, I'm a vampire,

I smoke all, and I do not give up.

I do not know how I can, I do not know how I could,

Eat glass shit and shit marble.

I'm a vampire, I'm a vampire,

I want to die all nasty.

Marcelo is my friend, Marcelo is my colleague,

I'll do with him what the horse did to the mare.

I'm a vampire, I'm a vampire,

I spend the day sleeping and at night I smoke a baseadão.

I saw Santa Claus, riding a vulture,

Taking Coke and belching through his ass.

I'm a vampire, I'm a vampire,

I'm very crazy, based ebay.

Humberto was a grimace, a retarded face,

He smoked cow shit and got really mad.

I'm a vampire, I'm a vampire,

I only have sex inside the coffin.

I went to the cemetery and sat in the catacomb,

The skull whore pinched my butt.

I'm a vampire, I'm a vampire,

I only suck blood of menstruation.

I parachuted, the parachute did not open,

I sent the manufacturer for a bitch who gave birth.

I'm Vampire Doe, I'm Vampire Doe,

I smoke all and I do not give up.

When I die do not throw flowers in the coffin,

You can play marijuana, which is for me to get high.

I'm a vampire, I'm a vampire,

I want to die all nasty.

Larica has no time, no place,

Larica is making me want to smoke.

I'm a vampire, I'm a vampire,

I spend the day sleeping and at night I smoke a baseadao

That’s song have problem hahaha!

[ukdamo]

Threshold

Jackie Kay - on language and communication, story-telling and shared humanity

Let’s blether about doors. Revolving doors and sliding doors;

Half-opened, half-closed: The door with your name on it,

The heavy one - hard to open. The one you walked out when your heart was broken,

The one you walked in as you came to your profession (And the tiny door when you made your confession)

The school door at the end of a lesson, (Yes, Shut the door in Gaelic is duin an doras!)

The wee door on your doll’s House, or Ibsen’s Nora’s door, or Chekhov’s Three Sisters’

Doors imagined by writers the world over - Proust. And the chickens coming home to roost!

Or Chris Guthrie’s open heart at the end of Sunset Song Or the step left when the house is gone, the haw.

The door to the stable, bolted after the horse left, Not Tam O’Shanter’s tail-less horse!

The one that shut suddenly behind you Banged by a violent wind,

The painted red door code for asylum seeker, The X that says Plague or Passover

The one turned into a boat to cross the ever-widening waters. The North seas and the Aegean, reminders

Of the people cleared off their land, out their crofts To whom the sea was their threshold - on, off.

Take the big key and open the door to the living, breathing past The one you enliven over and over,

To the ship’s port, or the house of the welder; To the library door of Donald Dewar.

Then picture yourself on the threshold, The exact moment when you might begin again,

A new sitting, new keys jingle possibilities. Hope comes with a tiny Greyfriar’s Bobby key ring.

Then come through the door to this Parliament, new session! Pass round the revolving door (change in the revolutions,

In 360 degrees) – Take in the mirrored opposites: The Dutch Gables, the cross step Gables…

Here - rising out of the sloping base of Arthur’s Seat Straight into this City, a city that must also speak

For the banks and the braes, munros, cairns, bothies Songs, art, poems, art, stories,

(And don’t forget the ceilidhs – who doesnie love a ceilidh? Heuch!) A city that remembers the fiddlers of Shetland and Orkney

The folk of Colonsay, Bute, and Tiree The Inner and Outer Hebrides, the glens and the Bens

The trees and the rivers and the burns and the lochs and the sea lochs (And Nessie!)

The Granite City and Dumfries and Galloway The Dear green place and Dundee…

Across the stars and the galaxy, The night sky’s tiny keys, the hail clanjamfarie!

Find here what you are looking for: Democracy in its infancy: guard her

Like you would a small daughter And keep the door wide open, not just ajar,

And say, in any language you please, welcome, welcome To the world’s refugees.

Scotland’s changing faces – look at me!! Whose birth mother walked through the door

Of a mother and baby home here And walked out of Elsie Inglis hospital without me.

My Makar, her daughter, Makar Of Ferlie Leed and gallus tongues.

And this is my country says the fisherwoman from Jura. Mine too says the child from Canna and Iona.

Mine too say the Brain family. And mine! says the man from the Polish deli

And mine said the brave and beautiful Asid Shah. Me too said the Black Scots and the red Scots

Said William Wallace and Mary Queen of Scots. Said both the Roberts and Muriel Spark.

Said Emile Sande and Arthur Wharton. Said Ali Smith and Edwin Morgan.

Said Liz Lochhead, Norman and Sorley And mine said the Syrian refugee.

Here we are in this building of pure poetry On this July morning in front of her Majesty.

Good Day Ma’am, Ma’am Good Day. Good morning John and Helen Kay -

Great believers in democracy. And in gieing it laldy.

Our strength is our difference. Dinny fear it. Dinny caw canny.

歡迎 (Cantonese)

One language is never enough Gbegbɔgblɔ ɖeka sese menyo tututu o (Ewe)

Welcome Witamy (Polish)

It takes more than one language to tell a story एक कहानी सुनाने के लिए, एक से अधिक भाषाएं लगती हैं (Hindi)

Welcome ਜੀ ਆਇਆ ਨੂੰ (Punjabi)

One language is never enough Une seule langue n’est jamais suffisante (French)

Welcome Fàilte (Gaelic)

It takes more than one tongue to tell a story It taks mair nor ae tongue tae crack (Doric)

Welcome مرحبا (Syrian)

Welcome Nnọọ! (Igbo)

Welcome Wilkommen (German)

Welcome Benvenuti (Italian)

It takes more than one language to tell a story ہانی بتانے کے لئے ایک سے زیادہ زبان لیتا ہے (Urdu)

Lleva màs de un idioma contar una historia, Bienvenidos Un idioma nunca es suficiente Bienvenidos (Spanish)

Eine Geschichte braucht mehr als eine Sprache. Willkommen Eine Sprache reicht nicht Willkommen. (German)

                                                       خوش آمدید۔                                ایک زبان کبھی کافی نہیں ہوتی۔ کہانی سنانے کے لیے ایک سے ذیادہ زبان چاہیے ہوتی ہے۔ (Urdu)

Ci vuole più di una lingua per raccontare una storia. Benvenuto. Una sola lingua non è mai abbastanza. Benvenuto. (Italian)

Cal més d'un idioma per explicar una història. Benvingudes. Un idioma mai no és prou. Benvingudes. (Catalan)

Ne samo jedan jezik je dovoljno je ispricati pricu. Dobrodošli. Jedan jezik nikad nije dovoljno. Dobrodošli. (Serbian)

Щоб розповісти історію потрібно більше, ніж одна мова Ласкаво просимо Однієї мови ніколи не достатньо Ласкаво просимо (Ukranian)

Több nyelven mondd el a mesét. Üdvözlégy. Egy nyelv sosem elég. Üdvözlégy. (Hungarian)

Ai nevoie de mai mult de o limbă pentru a spune o poveste. Bun venit. O singură limbă nu este niciodată de ajuns. Bun venit. (Romanian)

Nutamk atelk aq newte situm wjit a'tukwaqan. Pjila'si. Newte situn mu tepianuk. Pjila'si.

Det behövs mer än ett språk för att berätta en historia. Välkomna. Ett språk räcker aldrig. Välkomna. (Swedish)

Příběh potřebuje více než jeden jazyk Vitejte Nestačí mít jediný jazyk Vitejte (Czech)

Потребни се повеќе јазици за да се раскаже приказна, Добредојдовте Еден јазик никогаш не е доволен Добредојдовте (Macedonian)

Potrebno je više jezika da bi se ispričala priča Dobrodošli Jedan jezik nikad nije dovoljan Dobrodošli (Montenegrin)

ஒரு கதை சொல்ல மேற்பட்ட தாய்மொழி எடுக்கும் நல்வரவு ஒரு மொழி போதுமானதாக இருக்காது நல்வரவு (Tamil)

Več jezikov je potrebnih, da poveš zgodbo Dobrodošli En sam jezik ni nikoli dovolj Dobrodošli (Slovene)

Ганц хэлээр тавтай морил гэх нь хэзээ ч хангалтгүй бөгөөд олон хэлээр өгүүлэн ярилцах нь илүү нээлттэй (Mongolian)

Mae angen mwy nag un tafod i gyfleu stori Croeso Mae un iaith byth yn ddigon Croeso (Welsh)

Een taal is nooit genoeg Welkom Er is meer dan een taal nodig om een verhaal te vertellen Welkom (Dutch)

É preciso mais de uma língua para se contar uma história Bem vindo Uma língua nunca é o suficiente Bem vindo (Brazilian Portuguese)

Inachukua zaidi kuliko lugha moja tu kutoa. Karibu. Hadithimoja ni kamwe ya kutosha. Karibu. (Swahili)

Precísase mais dunha lingua para contar unha historia Benvido Unha lingua nunca é abondo Benvido (Galician)

Go tsaá dipuô tse dintsi go bolela polelô, O amogetswe Puô ê nnwe ga e nke e lekana, O amogetswe. (Tswana)

Potrebno je više od jednog jezika kako bi se ispričala priča. Dobrodošao Jedan jezik nikada nije dovoljan Dobrodošao (Croatian)

Dit vat meer as een taal om ‘n verhaal te vertel Welkom Een taal is nooit genoeg nie Welkom (Africaans)

Tarinan kertomiseen tarvitaan enemmän kuin yksi kieli, Tervetuloa Yksi kieli ei ikinä riitä Tervetuloa (Finnish)

Potrzeba więcej niż jednego języka by opowiedzieć historię Witaj Jeden język nigdy nie wystarczy Witaj (Polish)

Der skal mere end et sprog til at fortælle en historie Velkommen Et sprog er aldrig nok Velkommen (Danish)

Нужен е повече от един език, за да се разкаже една история Добре дошли Никога не е достатъчен само един език. Добре дошли (Bulgarian)

يحتاج الأمر أكثر من لغة واحدة لتحكي قصة مرحباً لا تكفي لغة واحدة ابداً مرحباً (Arabic)

Nuk mjafton vetëm një gjuhë për të rrëfyer një tregim. Mirësevjen Një gjuhë nuk mjafton asnjëherë. Mirësevjen (Albanian)

Il faut plus qu'une langue pour raconter une histoire Bienvenue Une langue n'est jamais assez Bienvenue (French)

                                             צריך יותר משפה אחת כדי לספר סיפור                                                                                   ברוך הבא                                                               שפה אחת לעולם אינה די                                                                              ברוכה הבאה (Hebrew)

Zimatengera chilankhulo choposa chimodzi kuti ufotokoze nkhani. Takulandirani. Chilankhulo chimodzi ndi chosakwanila. Takulandirani. (Chichewa)

Hizkuntza bakarra baino gehiago behar dira istorio bat kontatzeko, Ongi etorri Hizkuntza bat inoiz ez da aski Ongi etorri. (Basque)

物語を伝えるのは複数の言語がいります。 歓迎。 一つの言語は決して十分ではありません。 ようこそ。(Japanese)

Butuh lebih dari satu bahasa untuk menceritakan sebuah kisah Memakai Satu bahasa tidak pernah cukup Memakai (Indonesian)

Чтобы рассказать историю, надо больше одного языка Добро пожаловать Одного языка никогда не достаточно Добро пожаловать (Russian)

Om in ferhaal te fertellen hast mear as ien taal noadich, Wolkom Ien taal is noait genôch Wolkom (Frisian)

Dobra Dosli Jedan jezik nikad nosta Dobra Dosli (Bosnian)

Benvegut Una lenga basta pas jamai Cal mai d'una lenga per contar una istòria Benvegut (Occitan)

Tha ea 'toirt barrachd air aon chànan a dh' innseadh sgeulachd Fàilte 'S e aon chànan riamh gu leòr Fàilte (Gaelic)

It's ever so ard to tell a story wiv one langwidge cummin and av a cuppa One langwidge ain't nuffink like innuf cummin and av a cuppa (South West London)

It taks mare than wan type o patter tae tell a yarn. Mak yersel at hame. Wan patter is naer enough. Mak yersel at hame. (Glaswegian)

Welcome. C’mon ben the living room. Come join our brilliant gathering.

[megansfavourites]

All Pokédex entries from the Vida Translations Pokémon Silver (Part 1/2)

(Part 2 here)

I did this just for the sake of nostalgia. I modified my save file to fill up the entire Pokédex so that I can enjoy all the Pokédex entries I read as a kid, which I later learnt were just made-up stuff by fans. The most memorable one that I can still recall is Mareep’s entry, where the fan translator claimed, “So called because of Mary, who had a little lamb.” (I’m typing this off the top of my head. Let’s see how much of it I’ve correctly remembered!) All spelling and grammatical mistakes are preserved.

BULBA: A strange seed on its back grows with it.

IVYSA: Its bulb grows so large it, can’t stand up!

VENUS: The plant blooms when absorbing solar.

CHARM: When it rains, steam rises from its tail.

CHARL: Its tail can raise temperatures to 10000C.

CHARZ: Spits fire hot enough to melt boulders.

SQUIR: After birth, its back hardens to become a shell.

WARTO: Often hides in water, stalking preys.

BLAST: This POKeMON has pressurized water jets.

CATER: It has suckers on its feet for climbing.

METAP: It’s vulnerable to attacks when its shell is soft.

BUTTE: Flaps its wings to release very toxic dust!

WEEDL: It has a sharp venomous stinger on its head.

KAKUN: Can only harden its shell for protection.

BEEDR: Attacks using the big stingers on its arms.

PIDGE: Flaps its wings at ground level to kick up sand.

PDGTO: This POKemon will fiercely attack any intruder.

PIDGT: Can fly up to twice the speed of sound.

RATTA: Small and fast, it attacks with sharp teeth.

RATIC: Uses its whiskers to maintain its balance.

SPEAR: Flaps its short wings fast to stay up.

FEARO: Can keep aloft without resting.

EKANS: Moves silently, eating PIDGEY’s eggs whole.

ARBOK: The poison on it’s fangs is the deadliest known!

PIKAC: When several gather, lightning strikes.

RAICH: Its long tail serves as a ground.

SNDSH: Lives deep underground far away from water.

SNDSL: Can roll up into a spiny ball when scared.

NIDOF: Its venomous barbs make it very dangerous!

NIDRA: Likes physical attacks like clawing.

NIDOQ: Uses its hefty bulk to execute powerful moves.

NIDOM: In danger, it will use its poison sting.

NIDRO: An aggressive POKeMON that is quick to attack.

NIDOK: Uses its tail to smash, bind then break.

CLEFY: Many admire its magical and cute appearance.

CLEFB: Runs and hides the moment it senses people.

VULPI: The tail split from its tip as it gets older.

NINET: Grabing one its tails could curse you.

JIGGL: Sings its enemies to sleep with its melody.

WIGGL: When angry, it will inflate to a huge size.

ZUBAT: Uses ultrasonic to avoid objects while flying.

GOLBA: It attacks by draining the blood out.

ODDIS: If you yank it out of the ground, it shrieks.

GLOOM: Oozes nectar which is used to attract prey.

VILEP: The larger its petals, th more poison it holds.

PARAS: The mushrooms grow by drawing the blood.

PRSCT: The parasite has taken over the bug host.

VENON: Lives in the shadows of tall tress.

VENOM: Its wings show the poison it holds

DIGLE: Lives about a yard underneath ground.

DUGTR: DIGLETT triplets. Triggers huge earthquake.

MEOWT: Wanders streets looking for loose coins.

PERSI: Its fur raises a high price on the black mart.

PSYDK: Its attacks are strongest with a headache.

GOLDK: Often mistaken for the Japanese monster KAPPA!

MANKE: Extremely quick to anger.

PRIME: Always furious and tenacious to boot.

GROWL: Barks and bites to repel any intruder.

ARCAN: This POKeMON runs agilely as if on wings.

PLWAG: Prefers swimming to standing up.

PWHRL: Capable of living in or out of water.

PWRTH: Can swim up to 70miles per hour.

ABRA: Identifies danger and TELEPORTS away.

KADAB: Emits alpha waves which cause headaches.

ALAKM: Its IQ is said to be around 5000!

MCHOP: It trains in all types of martial arts.

MCHOK: It must wear a powersave belt to move!

MCHMP: Its punches can hit you clear over the horizon.

BELLS: This POKeMON feeds on bugs and insects.

WEEPI: Spits out POISON POWDER to kill its prey.

VICTR: Said to live in colonies deep in jungles.

TCOOL: Anglers who hook them are often stung.

TNTCR: It’s tentacles can paralysed anything!

GEODU: People often mistaken them for boulders.

GRAVL: Rolls over any obstacle without break!

GOLEM: It can easily withstand dynamite blasts.

PONYT: It can trample anything fast in a little time.

RAPID: This POKeMON will chase anything that moves.

SLOWP: It takes 5 seconds for it to feel pain.

SLOWB: The SHELLDER on its tail feeds on scraps.

MGMIT: Uses anti-gravity to stay suspended.

MGTON: Formed by several MAGNEMITEs linking together.

FARFE: Uses its spring of green onion like a SWD.

DUODO: Makes up for its poor flying with fast feet.

DODRI: While two heads sleep, the other stays up.

SEEL: The hard horn its head is used to fight.

DEWGO: Swims at a steady 8 knots in any water.

GRIME: Appears in filthy areas with pollution.

MUK: It is thickly covered with a vile sludge.

SHELL: It is vulnerable only when it shell is opened.

CLOYS: When attacked, it launches its horn fast.

GAST: Cloaks the target and outs it to sleep.

HAUNT: It is said to be from another dimension.

GENGA: It likes to mimic the shadows of people.

ONIX: As it grows, it hardens like a diamond.

DROWZ: Occasionally gets sick from eating bad dreams.

HYPNO: Uses a mix of PSI moves such as HYPNOSIS.

KRABB: Its pincers are also used for keeping balance.

KINGL: The large pincer has 10000HP of crushing power.

VOLTO: They are easily mistaken for a POKeBALL.

ELECT: Often explodes with little or no provocation.

ECUTE: When disturbed, they quickly attack in swam.

EXTOR: Sometimes one of its heads will drop off.

CUBON: No one has even seen its real face.

MAROW: It throws the bone it holds like a boomberag.

HMLEE: It runs smoothly with long, loping strides.

HCHAN: It fires punches in lightning fast volleys.

LICKI: Its long tongue is twice its body length.

KOFFI: Stores many kinds of toxic gases in its body.

WEEZI: Two Koffings fused together over many years.

RHYHO: It can easily knock a trailor flying.

RHYDO: Capable of living in molten lava of 3600C.

CHANS: Said to bring luck to those who catch it.

TANGE: It is swathed with wide vines like seaweeds.

KANKA: The baby doesn’t leave the pouch.

HORSE: Shoots bugs with ink from the water surface.

SEADR: Swims backwards by flapping its wing like fins.

GOLDE: Its tail fin billows like a dress.

SEAKI: Can be seen swim up in rivers in autumn.

STARY: Can regenerate any appendage which it lose.

STARM: Some people value the core as a preciousGEM

MRMIM: Doesn’t like to be interrupted while miming.

SCYTH: Has ninja-like agility and speed, can move fast.

JYNX: Seductively wiggles its hips as it walks.

EBUZZ: Normally found in power plants, but few.

MAGMA: It can always hide very easily among flames.

PINSR: It will swing the enemy and throw it.

TAURO: Charges furiously while whipping with its tails.

MAGIK: In the past, it was stronger than it is now.

GYARA: Capable of destroying entire cities in rage.

LAPRA: LAPRAS can ferry people across the water.

DITTO: Capable of copying an enemy’s genetic code.

EEVEE: It may mutate if it is close to stones.

VAPOR: Lives close to the water, and has a long tail.

JOLTE: Accumulates negative ions in the air.

FLARE: It stores thermal energy in its body.

PORYG: It is capable of moving in cyberspace.

OMANY: Long extinct. Can be resurrected again.

OMAST: Died out when its shell became too heavy.

KABUT: Was resurrected from a fossil found.

KTOPS: Its sleek shape is perfect for swimming.

AEROD: It goes for the throat with its fangs.

SNORL: As its bulk builds it becomes more slothful.

ARTIC: Appears to people lost in icy mountains.

ZAPDO: Appears from clouds when it drops lightin.

MOLTR: Each flap of its wings makes a flame.

DRATI: Thought to be made up until one found.

DRAGO: Has the ability to change the climate.

DRITE: Its intelligence is said to match humans.

MEWTW: It was created by a scientist after DNA Tests.

MEW: Still said to be a mirage by many experts.

CHIKO: The leaf on its head stands for butty.

BAYLE: Its necklace produces a very burning scent.

MEGAN: Its petal necklace emits a depress strench.

CYNDA: Don’t touch this POKeMON’s back its hot!

QUILA: Its back of flames arcs and kills enemy.

TYPLO: Its anger can break glass when it gazes.

TOTOD: This POKeMON has a very powerful jaw.

CROCO: Grows a tusk for every battle it wins.

FERAL: Its massive jaws can bite and tear up anything.

SENTR: Strangely, it evoles into worm POKeMON.

FURRE: Its burrow is narrow so others will not fit in.

HOOTH: Odd-looking. Has only one leg with four claws.

NOCTO: Its eyes can see even in complete darkness.

LEDYBA: Flies away for days, and returns with mate

LEDIA: The new rival of SCYTHER and PINSIR.

SPINA: Waits in its own web for preys that come near.

ARIAD: It spins thread from both ends of its body.

KUROB: A new evolution of ZUBAT and GOLBAT.

CHINC: Lives underwater, but has electric powers.

LANTU: Its light can reach the surface from 5000m.

PICHU: This POKeMON wastes electricity when it laughs.

PI: People think that it came from a star.

IGGLY: Has a very soft body, so it always bounce.

TOGEP: Bonds with the first person seen at birth.

TOGEC: Still has the markings from TOGEPI’s egg.

NEITI: Closing its eyes makes it look like a seed.

NEITO: The two eyes at the bottom scares ppl.

MAREE: Its name is like Mary, who had a little lamb.

SLOOM: If its tail is cut, it will evolve backwards.

DENRY: The light on its tail helps guide lost ppl.

BELLO: A SOLAR STONE power gives it all its ability.

MARIL: Its tail can be filled with water or air.

AZUMA: Said to be the cousin of RAICHU.

SUDOW: It is always smiling until it enters a battle.

POLIT: Rumoured to be the rival of POLIWRATH.

HOPIP: Sounds similar to JIGGLYPUFF when sleep.

FLAFY: Its gentle ways make it popular to train.

JUMPL: A nocturnal POKeMON.Blooms on every full moon

AIPOM: Has a very long tail with a hand on it.

SUNKN: Said to feed on bugs and germs using its seed.

SUNFL: It never blooms until it warns to attack.

DUNSE (Yanma): A lonely bug POKeMON which has no evolutions.

AMPO: Found living in cold waters, catch using bait.

QUAG: Moves very fast in cold waters and land.

ESPEN: An EEVEE change in the day with PSYCHIC.

UMBRE: An EEVEE change in the night with EVIL PWRs.

MKROW: If seen at night, it will cause bad luck.

SLOWK: A new evolution of SLOWPOKE and SLOWBRO.

TRILX: Found in caves and lives in loneliness.

ANNON: A ghost POKeMON which has many different form.

SOONA: Its eyes is always close due to pains.

GIRAF: It is immune to sneak attacks with its 2heads.

SKARM (Pineco): Views the surroundings un-noticed.

FORET: Two Jet guns pop out during attacking.

DUGLA: A weird looking POKeMON that eats fishes.

GLIGA: Sticks to the enemy’s face, stinging them.

STLIX: Its body is much harder than diamonds.

SNUBB: Looks stern, but it is a gentle POKeMON.

GRANB: The most loyal POKeMON ever known.

WOBBU (Qwilfish): Uses the spikes on its body as defence.

SCIZO: Appears to have three heads when it attacks.

TSUBO: A rare POKeMON that hides in crack rock.

HERAC: The irregular horn on the top is for ATTK.

MISDR (Sneasel): Uses the sharp nails it hides for DEF.

HIMEG: Teddy Bear-like POKeMON liked by girls.

RINGU: The ground stomps as it moves along.

SLGMA: Leaves burnts on the ground as it moves by.

MAGCA: Lava flows from its body due to the heat.

URIMU: Found in dark caves with a low temperature.

INOMU: Resembles an entire boar head, moves slowly.

CORSO: A cute POKeMON that is loved by all.

REMOR: Swims in water with the help of only 1 fin.

OCTIL: Spits out pure black ink when escaping.

DBIRD: Holds a mystery bag it used in battle.

MANTI: Hard to be found it roams round the oceans.

WOPER: A Steel Bird POKeMON with hard armors.

HOUND: Talks differently to friends and enemies.

HDOOM: Able to throw flames of 5200C.

KINGD: A new evolution of HORSEA and SEADRA.

PANPY: Uses its long nose to do all the work.

DOPAN: A charge at enemies makes them fly away.

PORY2: A modified version of the PORYGON ONE.

STANT: Said to be related to the reindeers.

DOOBU: It marks its territory by painting dots.

BARUK: Can evolve into a HMCHAN, a HMLEE or HMTOP.

HMTOP: Try not to be bewitched by its graceful dance.

SMOCU: A baby POKeMON by breeding JYNXs.

ELEKU: A baby POKeMON by breeding Electabuzz.

MABY: A baby POKeMON by breeding magmars.

MILTK: Produces delicious milk for the elderly.

BLISY: If you eat its egg, you are very lucky.

RAIKO: The thunder Lengendary DOG POKeMON.

ENTEI: The second most powerful legendary dog.

SUICI: The Ice and Water Legendary DOG POKeMON.

[squaredancing-weston]

para || Braine: A New Path, 1/04/2017

Tagging: @mr-blainderson and @squaredancing-weston

Time: Wednesday Morning, 4 January 2017

Setting: Boarding Facility (and trails), Harrod, OH

Summary:  Brody and Blaine both need to get away from Lima’s crazy, so Brody takes Blaine to learn the basics of horseback riding.

Part 1

Brody had texted Blaine the directions the night before, assuming his coworker probably was going to wake up at a normal hour. Brody himself hadn't slept much at all-- he just couldn't seem to keep his mind quiet long enough to get anything worthwhile-- and so he ended up at the barn ridiculously early a lot these last few days. The beauty of owning a horse really: between mucking, grooming, and basic maintenance, there was no shortage of work even before exercise. At this rate he wouldn't need to pay anything for upkeep this year. However, he already had one friend assuming the worst about him and didn't need another, so he simply told Blaine he'd be at the barn at 8, so if he wanted to come up and dress warm the older teacher would be more than happy to show him the ropes of riding. A day without drama would be a well-deserved break at this point, honestly.

Blaine jolted awake as his alarm went off, at first incredibly confused as to why it went off in the first place. He sat up slowly, bringing a hand to his throbbing head. He knew for a fact that he didn't drink that much the night before; maybe it was the reason why he drank that was causing the problems? Watching his friend almost self-destruct last night sucked, but when he first got the message from Marley that she was on her way to get him, he relaxed a little, but he was still on edge. So he grabbed a bottle of wine and drank. And evidently more than he intended. So there he sat in bed the next morning, intently staring at his phone, trying to figure out why the alarm went off. Suddenly it all came back to him. He cursed, effectively scaring Bing, who he promptly apologized to with a quick pat to the head and a promise of belly rubs later in the day. He quickly ran into the kitchen to put on some coffee and pour some dog food for Bing, before running back to his bedroom. He put on his long johns and then layered his jeans, a long sleeved shirt and another button down on top. He had promised the other man his cowboy best, had he not? Not to mention that he could already feel the chill from outside coming through. A short time later, he was walking out the door with his travel mug of coffee in hand and a sad pup yelping after him. Blaine had confidence he'd be okay, but it was still hard to just walk away.

 Blaine made his appearance at the barn shortly after 8:30. On his drive, he had decided that it was probably best /not/ to bring up everything with Marley and Sebastian unless Brody did, though he really didn't expect that to happen. Brody didn't know that Blaine knew some details, and while he believed that Brody and he were pretty good friends, he wasn't sure if they were /that/ close. So he decided he would shelve it for now. He hopped out of his car and walked towards the barn, seeing a figure working inside. He perked himself up as much as he could, his small hangover still doing wonders to his personality and called out to him. "Hey, John Wayne, how's it hanging?"

Eight o'clock had come and gone, and while Brody hadn't made it seem specific, he didn't want to wait too long to get started. Blaine tended to be the more reliable of the people he knew, but he did have a new puppy, and things came up. So After giving Delilah a thorough brushing, he went to grab his extra gear out of his trucki to finish getting ready. He was already wearing thermals beneath his jeans and long-sleeved shirt, so he added a fleece vest and, after a thought, went ahead and grabbed his chaps. He didn't know if the weather was going to get rough, but they didn't do any harm. He'd started saddling his own horse up, his second cup of coffee steaming beside him, when he heard Blaine call out and turned around. Brody chuckled at the greeting. "If I had any gift for impressions, I'd give some variation of a Howdy Partner," he replied, leaving the mare and walking to give Blaine a friendly pat on the arm. "Glad you could make it out. I always forget that not everyone is willing to leave their bed so early during vacation. I swear, I've had people stay over that I've left the house, given Dee here a full work-out, come back, and they were still in bed." Not that Brody had really minded; especially recently, he'd kind of liked being able to come home to have someone to flop back into bed with, and Marley liked to cuddle-- so had Bas, funny enough. But he wasn't here to think about either of them, except, "Totally unrelated subject, but these--" he gestured to his chaps "--are actually completely utilitarian, so if we could lay off any innuendo, that'd be great." Normally he didn't mind the jokes, but really, after last night, he'd thought enough about Sebastian to last him a while. "Anyways, where are my manners? Why don't we get you acquainted?" the older teacher said, gesturing toward the two horses that were lazing beneath layers of blankets and saddles at the edge of the barn, obviously in no rush to walk out further into the cold. He patted the brown one, who nudged him affectionately in return, "Blaine, this is Delilah, and she will be your mount today. You be nice to her, and she'll treat you just fine." Brody nodded his head to invite the younger man closer, guiding his hand toward the mare's muzzle.

Blaine just smiled and shrugged, "I suppose I'll forgive you, any attempt at 'There's a snake in my boot!' will get you all sorts of brownie points." Blaine nodded, giving Brody his own pat to the back in response. "I'm glad I could too. I actually did mean to get here earlier, but when I woke up it took me so long to remember why I was awake, and then I wanted to set Bing up, and basically everything just took a lot longer than I had inticipated." He paused for a moment then continued. "Well that doesn't sound like too bad of a deal; if nothing else you get to feel like the productive one." Blaine was surprised at the request, as he realized where the thought probably came from, but he covered it with a smirk. "I'll take your word for it, but be warned that I may take time to observe anyway," he dead panned, trying to stifle his laugh.

Blaine: Blaine followed him inside the barn towards the horses and smiled as he watched Brody interact with them. There was just something about seeing someone so at home in an environment that gave you a cozy feeling. He let Brody guide his hand, but even so, he was cautious when he initially made contact with the horse. He had never been around horses before, but they always seemed like they deserved the utmost respect. Blaine smiled as he softly stroked her muzzle. "Hey there, Delilah," he said, fully intending the reference, "I'm Blaine. I promise to be a perfect gentleman."

Brody laughed. "Personally I'm more partial to 'I'm Woody. Howdy, howdy, howdy,'" he admitted, flapping his hand comically in reference. "I mean, I can understand how that wasn't really on par, but how do you beat a shark in a cowboy hat?" He nodded in understanding. "Honestly, I should have pushed this back-- Dee probably wouldn't have minded for the air to warm up a bit. But I like the open space." He wanted to say he liked being alone, but considering he was about to go riding with Blaine, that might give off the wrong impression. "But the pup's good?" he followed up, smirking at the younger man. "You managed to avoid his thrall and leave the house?" He gave a laugh. "Yeah, that's a good point. Although I worry sometimes that they'll wake up before I get back and think I snuck out on them in my own house. Which I did, but not for the same reason." At Blaine's warning response, Brody managed a half-smile and a shrug. "I suppose as long as you're aware I'm not trying to make trouble," he replied. Blaine definitely took well to the horses: cautious, but eager. Which was good, because the worst thing to be around a horse was nervous, in Brody's opinion. Not that he intended to tell the newcomer, but they could get jumpy if they thought there was a reason to be, so it was always best to be confident. Of course he made use of the lyric, but Brody just smiled. Like he'd said, by the time he'd picked her up she was already named, so now he just dealt with it. Better than the Samson refererences, anyways. "Aw, I don't think she doubts that for a second," he assured the other man, reaching into his vest pocket and pulling out a sugar cube to hand to Blaine before Dee caught wind of it. "These are given out sparingly, but since she's yours this morning, no harm in winning her over early." He grinned. Brody finished saddling up the horses-- he'd borrowed one from the stable owners to take out with them, and gave Blaine a quick rundown on how to lead a horse on foot. "Hopefully we won't have to do it much besides here," he explained as they trudged out to the trails. "But with the weather like it's been, you never know." As they reached an open space, Brody slowed up and began to help Blaine into the saddle, explaining the basics of posture and equipment. "She's got an easy temperament, so she'll go where you lead her," he told Blaine as he watched Blaine take Dee for a test walk. "Just take it easy, keep your grip loose, and hold on with your knees so you don't fall off."

Blaine laughed with him and nodded his head. "I will accept that as a substitute to an actual Woody impression, so no worries," he said through his giggling. Blaine nodded, pointing to his car. "I can always come back some other time if you think that would be better." Though he wasn't sure that would be any time soon. According to the radar, the temperature was actually supposed to be dropping over the next couple of days. He looked out over the open area beside the barn and nodded, which made him think twice about his suggestion. "Yeah, I can see that. It looks like a good way to clear your head if you needed it," he said, sounding nonchalant, but throwing in a subtle, suggestive nudge in his tone. He glanced back over to Brody, nodding. "Yeah, he's good. It took him all of 2 hours to get settled in. It's like he's been living there for months instead of days." Blaine smirked and nodded. "Yes, I managed to avoid the puppy eyes of doom to get here." Blaine just chuckled at his friend. "I don't imagine most people thinking that you would try to skip out on them by abandoning your own home." He grinned and shrugged. "Trouble is the furthest thing away from my mind. I know how to control myself."

Blaine looked down at his hand as Brody placed the sugar cube in his hand. With a small smile, he extended his hand to the horse to see if she'd take it, which she did. He giggled as her mouth sucked up the cube and continued to lick his hand for a moment, makings sure to get every last bit. After she was finished, he dropped that hand, bringing his other up to pet her head and scratch softly behind the ear. Blaine watched Brody intently as he saddled the horses, subconsciously running a soft hand through Delilah's mane. He was just amazed at the ease and quickness that the other man performed the task. He listened as Brody explained everything, taking the reins in his hand and following the other's lead. He nodded in understanding, feeling relatively at ease in the role of leading the horse. When it came time to actually climbing on board, he was a bit more hesitant; he didn't want to embarrass himself by falling, but there was also something unnerving about having control over such a powerful animal and that control would come once he was on the saddle. However, with a little help from Brody, he found himself sitting comfortably (though he knew that probably wouldn't last long) and he felt himself relaxing a little bit more. He followed Brody's instructions, loosening his grip on the reigns and tightening his knees just slightly, which did wonders to make him feel more secure. Once he was sure he was fine, he nodded to Brody. "Okay, I think I'm g-" He was interrupted by Delilah taking a step that he wasn't expecting. He let out a shaky laugh and patted her neck. "Okay, Delilah, I'll give you that one. But give a guy some warning next time."

Brody flashed a grin, glad to just be part of something easy and friendly. At least he didn't have to worry about misinterpretation with Blaine-- the younger teacher didn't really seem to have that sort of nuance to him, honestly, which Brody really needed a break from anyways. "Good to know." When Blaine gestured to his vehicle, the older man shook his head. "No, no-- I jut meant not everyone is ready to be awake this early. But both of us are up--" he gestured to himself and the horse "--so if you are too, then there's no problem at all." He nodded along with the younger man's reply, inhaling the brisk air, "Yeah, I guess that whole communing with nature, or the Beast, or whatever, right?" he added. God knew he needed to get the crazy of Lima out of his head, not that Blaine seemed to be aware of Brody's part in it. He was probably dealing with his own drama, being sucked up into Marley and Bas' inability to cope with their shit. It was infuriating, and as awful as it was to just pass it off to poor Blaine, Brody just didn't have the stomach for it right now. But hearing about Bing did make him laugh, "So he pretty much owns the place now?" he ribbed. "He's a little thing, right? Maybe once you get the hang of this you can bring him up and he can ride in a saddlebag." He laughed in amusement at his own idea-- it wasn't unusual for horse owners to bring up their dogs really; they just weren't normally the size of a large rat. "No, I guess they wouldn't," he agreed with a casual shrug. He'd kind of grown to appreciate his and Sebastian's arrangement of leaving him in bed while Brody left the house. It had been comfortable, thinking of it more as a morning routine and less as Bas sneaking out like some sort of tramp. But he wasn't here to think about that stuff. "Well that makes one of us," Brody teased, nudging the other man in the arm with a grin. Dee definitely was excited for the treat-- Brody grew up around horses, and his mother taught equine nutrition, so he wasn't as apt to hand out food without reason. However there was something to be said for food-bonding: it was quick, for one thing, and everyone liked to feed animals. Plus it gave Blaine the confidence to come closer still, pulling his hand through the horse's mane and assuring the girl. Blaine took to instructions well, thank goodness-- Brody admitted to himself he wasn't that great of a teacher, even though he was an excellent rider himself. But they made it out to the trail and after a little effort the younger man managed to scramble into the saddle. His knees tucked in, and his grip was loose-- it looked okay from the ground. When Delilah jostled him backwards, spooking Blaine, Brody couldn't help but laugh. "Whoops. Don't worry: if that's the worse she does, you're in good shape." He pulled forward the borrowed horse and fluidly swung his leg up and over, settling himself onto the saddle and playing with the reins to get a feeling for his new mount's head. "I think we're good," he announced, glancing over at Blaine. "You ready?" Blaine had implied he had a time limit, and he was a beginner, so Brody obviously wasn't going to take them out on the trail he'd found the other day. He didn't even choose the trails that Lucy usually rode, since Quinn's daughter had been doing this for a few years, even at eleven. Instead he turned at the path that would take them on a wide path, keeping his borrowed ride alongside and yet a little ahead of Dee and Blaine, a nice slow pace along the dirt. "So besides your new dog, how did the holiday end up treating you?" he asked conversationally. He felt a little guilty, but he didn't remember much about Blaine's vacation.

Blaine smiled and nodded in understanding, holding his almost empty travel mug up. "Well, in that case, I'm up. So we should be good." He watched Brody, taking a deep breath of his own and actually enjoying the brisk air that filled his lungs. Blaine nodded, smiling slightly. "I guess it would be all of the above in this situation? It's been a while since I connected with either. I'm hoping it's my cup of tea, to be honest." It's not so much that he minded being involved; if his involvement meant that this whole thing between all three of them would be over sooner, he'd take it. But with Sebastian acting like a child, Brody taking the quiet, brooding route, and Marley going into something of a mope, it was proving to not only be difficult to do so, but it was exhausting him. He chuckled along with Brody, nodding his head. "Unfortunately. He learned his way around the place pretty quickly." Blaine nodded again, bringing his hand up to help demonstrate the sizes. "Right now, he's no bigger than a good sized guinea pig. But he's also pretty young; only 10 weeks or so. By the time he's fully grown, he'll be about ye high," he said, leaning down and putting his hand level with his knee. "I think it's the poodle aspect." He chuckled, imaging a still small Bing poking out of a bag on the side of the horse. "You got me, that would be adorable." His eyes widened, as did his smile at Brody's teasing. "Wow, and I thought Seb was the only one I had to worry about."

 Blaine shot him an embarrassed smile and nodded, relaxing again in the seat to get ready to start moving. He watched his friend start his horse carefully, following his movements and smiling smugly to himself when Dee started moving forward. Though he wasn't sure if it was because he actually did something correctly or if she was just naturally following the other pair. It took him a moment to get used to the movements and how his body moved when the horse did. But after a few minutes, he felt comfortable. He looked at Brody with a small smile. "It wasn't too bad to me. It was pretty quiet. Well, for the most part, obviously. But I played a show at Acoustix on Christmas Eve, since my family told me they weren't going to be able to come back to Christmas. But it kind of reminded me what music was to me, so it's encouraged me to dive back in a little bit." He was just rambling at this point, still in wonder at the fact that he was actually riding a horse.

Brody flashed a grin at the cup. "Trust me, I'm right there with you-- I've already had my second." Granted, his was more a result of lack of sleep than having trouble waking up, but saying it this way didn't invite awkward questions. He laughed as Blaine mentioned a lack of nature in his life. "Well, then, this is as good a place to start as any. Trust me, everyone likes a horse. It's genetic programming." Literally, Brody thought sometimes-- every time he mentioned having a horse, everyone was eager to start riding. He was never sure if it was just a conversation piece or people were genuinely that eager to ride something. "//Un//fortunately? Are you sure it was a good idea to leave him alone then? I'd hate for you to get back and have your place be covered in down as punishment for leaving him behind." Brody tilted his head in surprise as Blaine moved his hand down to his knee to show how big Bing was going to get-- he was just so used to little dogs by now, he guessed, he figured everyone was getting them. "Really? Well, I guess we could get you a very large one," he chuckled. "True, although you're lucky he's not going for the standard size right? Otherwise you'd end up with a bit of a monster." Brody chuckled, "Hey, always happy to offer potential pet bonding ideas. You know, with my vast dog-owning experience," he added with an ironic laugh. The older man could honestly barely remember the last time he owned a dog-- it had definitely been a family pet, that was for sure. Brody's features froze for a split second at the mention of Sebastian's name, but he quickly recovered and laughed in reply. Of course Blaine would have experience with Bas' antics-- it wasn't like the pompous peacock was shy with his personality, and considering how much back and forth they'd gotten into, it would be stupid for Brody to not expect the guy to be a basis of comparison for his own shenanigans. "Now come on; I like to think I'm a little better behaved than //that//," he responded with a smirk. Most trail riding wasn't really brain-surgery, and they were on a beginner's route, so Blaine picked it up easily, Brody was glad to see. He would have hated to prove that he was a sucky instructor by getting his friend thrown on his first time out. Brody raised his eyebrows in surprise, "You did? Man, I'm sorry I missed that one-- ironically the night I wasn't out." He nodded with interest, encouraging the man on, "I'm sorry you didn't get to see your family over the holiday-- that's rough. But it sounds like your set went over well-- what did you sing?" He looked over at Blaine as he explained his plans and smiled. "So, something you're thinking of pursuing for yourself? Not just teaching?" he pressed, giving a quiet laugh. "I admit, I still think about getting back into dance sometimes, especially around this time of year. If I wasn't such an old man, I might actually consider the idea seriously. But I mean, definitely let me know when you're going to be playing again-- I'm a really good performer enthusiast. Got my big foam finger and everything." He glanced past Blaine, nodding into the brush, "Deer," he pointed out matter-of-factly, making sure Blaine actually got the chance to see the nature he was coming out for. For Brody, it felt like kind of a Bambi moment, every time he came across one in winter, because he wondered how smart the animals could be, if, with all the noise he ended up making, they were just standing there staring. But Brody wasn't a hunter-- in fact, he was a shit shot all around-- so it wasn't like he was going to have to watch the thing die anytime soon.

"Oh, don't get me paranoid, I'm sure he'll be fine and forgiving," Blaine replied, but he was a little unsure himself. But, there had to come a day when the pup would have to deal with his owner leaving, but he hoped today would ease Bings mind by assuring him that he'd always come back. Blaine nodded. "He won't be the biggest dog out there by any means, but he'll be a bit bigger than your average toy breed." He laughed with a small shrug. "I was aiming for the perfect cuddle size and by golly I think I found it." He settled back into a smile. "So you've never had a pet before? In the dog, cat or hamster region?" Blaine noticed the quick hitch in Brody's actions, having momentarily forgotten about he entire situation. He shot Brody an apologetic smile, trying to hide his guilt before he grinned and sauntered ahead of him. "I guess you'll just have to prove it."

Blaine smiled kindly and shrugged. "It's okay, it's not like I really advertised it or anything. It was pretty last minute and I have a some pull with Ted, the owner, so I got the stage for the night." He scoffed and shook his head. "If this wasn't the third Christmas it's happened, I'd probably be more upset. My family and I...were not exactly what you'd call close." Between his brother's undying aspirations for acting, his father's undying bitterness about Blaine's orientation, and his mothers undying need to follow his father blindly, there just wasn't a lot of space left for family bonding activities. He found his smile again, though, as he thought about his performance that night. "It was your basic Christmas set, I guess. All the classics; Winter Wonderland, Let it Snow, Baby, It's Cold Outside, where I got a lovely volunteer to help with the duet on that one. And I ended on Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas. It was a good night. I hadn't had a night like that in ages." Blaine looked off in the distance thoughtfully. "I mean, teaching's great and it is a passion of mine. But music's always been my number one. It's the thing that tethered me when all I wanted was to fly away. I don't know if it's something I'll pursue as a career or anything, but it is something I want to pay more attention to." Blaine smirked. "Brody, I know we all joke about you being an old man, but you seem far from being incapable of pursuing it if you really wanted to." He nodded, shooting the other a shy grin. "I will, for sure, though I'd prefer it if you left the foam finger at home." He perked up and followed Brody's finger, eyes lighting up as he saw the deer. It wasn't like he hadn't seen a deer before, but the atmosphere was different this time that it felt like a real treat. "Wow," he muttered under his breath, looking around to see if there were more.

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Cheltenham Festival 2019 Day 1: Robin Goodfellow’s racing tips – Best bets for Tuesday, March 12

Sportsmail racing expert Robin Goodfellow is preparing his tips for day one of the Cheltenham Festival with the Champion Hurdle

The decision to remove the hood from Dancer and earplugs to use for the biggest race of his season looks strange, but Sam Twiston-Davies can keep his mount under control, I have looked at a huge player with a lot of experience, a great shape in big fields and a good jumper.

The last 10 winners walked four or five times over obstacles, so experience is an essential asset and the French-bred FAKIR D & # 39; OUDAIRIES does not fail on that score, as he previously had fences and obstacles in France jumped joining Joseph O & # 39; Brien.

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There seems to be a possibility of a strong canter in this case with a number of confirmed pioneers in the opposition – and that could be HARDLINE that is likely to be the object are a trademark ride from a Davy Russell patient.

Experience has been a valuable asset in recent times, with just three of the past 17 winners arriving in Cheltenham with fewer than three runs over fences. Hardline, trained by Gordon Elliott, started his pursuit in October last year with a 15-minute win at Fairyhouse.

A first victory victory at Limerick on Boxing Day ensures that he meets another strong trend of previous winners, with 14 of the last 17 winning a Class 1 or Class 2 race over fences before an Arkle was captured .

BESTBET: HARDLINE 6-1 NEAREST BEST : ORNUA 12-1

The stylish Apple & # 39; s Jade will certainly make a bold bid at the front in the Champion Hurdle

Light-toothed hunters have built up a fine reputation in this race in recent seasons. With just eight previous starts on fences, MISTER WHITAKER can be the answer to a difficult puzzle.

Only one of the last 10 winners had challenged this disability without Festival experience, so the selection is eligible thanks to his hard-won victory in the twelve months ago handicap for beginners.

The return success at Carlisle (2m4f) saw him finish and two trips with hot handicaps have shown that Mick Channon's gelding can be ready to go to three miles. Winner of last year Coo Star Sivola has enjoyed a campaign that revolves around a repeat offer, while Give Me A Copper is considered good and is attractively handicapped.

BEST USE: MISTER WHITAKER 8-1

A fascinating innovation with a selection of stylish seas that want to deny BUVEUR D & # 39; AIR in a historic third victory in the race.

Last year's winner produced a rather more workman-like view to win the title, but trainer Nicky Henderson felt that he was having a bug that day and Melon's defeat was not to be taken literally. His two wins this period have been achieved with the minimal hassle and the defeat on Boxing Day in the hands of Verdana Blue was a bit due to his rider and tried to make him the easiest race possible.

The stylish Jade from Apple will certainly make a daring attempt from the front, while the rain will help Laurina and her powerful pass. But Buveur D & # 39; Air hardly gets the vote.

BEST USE: BUVEUR D & # 39; AIR 9-4

NEXT BEST: APPLE & # 39; S JADE 2-1

4.10: GRADE ONE – 2 MILES AND 4 EMBRACES

Ruby Walsh has stated that BENIE DES DIEUX is his best ride of the week and, with trainer Willie Mullins who won nine of the last 10 runnings of this race, it is easy to give her a great performance, especially since she Apple & # 39; s Jade had overdue in her win 12 months ago.

Like some of the stable winners in this race, she arrives in Cheltenham on the back of a long absence, but that fails in her confidence in her chances of victory.

Stablemates Limini and Stormy Ireland are respected, but the British seas Lady Buttons and Roksana are pretty on their own right and the latter was entitled to her comeback in Sandown behind Buveur D & # 39; Air. A horse that could run well for a huge price is Cap Soleil, who took second place in Laurina

BEST BET: BENIE DES DIEUX 10-11 [19459008CLOSEBROTHERSCHASE

Irish novices dominate the market with Riders Onthe Storm, A Plus Tard and Tower Bridge with profiles that make them extremely interestingly immerse in a handicap of this nature.

The trio seems to have enjoyed a campaign around qualifying for this race and it would be no surprise if one of them turned out to be too strong for the contingent home, with A Plus Tard perhaps the most interesting with two big field victories in his cv

However, HIGHWAY ONE THE ONE already has valuable training experience thanks to a second second for Kildisart on Trials Day and the horse, trained by Chris Gordon, had by no means fallen into disgrace in the Grade One Henry VIII Chase, won by Dynamiet Dollars.

NEXT BEST BEST USE: HIGHWAY ONE O ONE 12-1: A PLUS TARD 6-1

5.30: GRAPHIC TWO – 4 MILES

Ok Corral and Ballyward represent two powerhouses of spring and have been impressed by smooth victories at a good level.

OK Corral, trained by Nicky Henderson, rode sharply to Warwick but saw the journey well and will probably be around when he settles. Ballyward, trained by Willie Mullins, looks straight for the proof of his powerful Naas victory. However, the pursuit of experience has been an important feature in recent seasons, with five of the last nine winners having their 10th start or more on fences, so ATLANTA ABLAZE appeals to them.

Mrs. Parfois was the number two in this race twelve months ago, but the selection was impressed by a strong stay at Wincanton last time, so that could be a surprise.

BEST BET: ATLANTA ABLAZE 16-1 NEXT BEST: BALLYWARD 5- 2

APPLE & # 39; S JADE has had a fantastic season and Laurina has the potential to be much better than anything we have seen of her, but the bet for me in the Champion Hurdle, BUVEUR must be D & # 39; AIR

For the first time since the start of this race, for the second time a year ago, I have lost favor of my politics – and that is not justified.

Buveur D & # 39; Air is defeated this season but his overall record is good and he has eaten in the race from a similar preparation until 12 months ago. His trainer Nicky Henderson also believed that he was not 100% and incubated a bug when he won last year.

Laurina was very impressive when she won the hurdle of the mare-novices at last year's meeting, but her two races this season did not tell us much. Her prize is based on more than just reputation. BENIE DES DIEUX defends her title in the OLBG Mares & # 39; Hurdle and looks like one of the most confident winners.

BIG RIVER, trained by my partner Lucinda Russell, has developed well and is capable of performing

Southampton and England have punished trainer Mick Channon Festival with the Hitchcock of the West

Mister Whitaker has a good course after winning the Handicap chase of the Close Brothers Novices on this day 12 months ago

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It has been talked about temporarily letting the Russians step up to the three thousands of the current race, but this is the first time he has tried the journey. His pedigree suggests that the longer distance should be the best and he seems to be screaming for this stiffer endurance test. Another positive point is the booking of top jockey Brian Hughes.

Henrietta Knight, the trainer who led the marvelous Best Mate to his three Gold Cups, has been involved in the jumping lessons of Channons Arkle Trophy Novices & Chase hope Glen Forsa.

Glen Forsa's jump was smooth and fast when he defeated Kalashnikov in Sandown.

TORENBRUG is a first winner with a ranking and has gradually learned things about fences. With headgear and a string strap mounted for the first time, he is a very interesting contender for trainer Joseph O & # 39; Brien in the competitive Handyacht for the Handicap of the Close Brothers Novices.

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APPLE & # 39; S JADE is undefeated after four very successful victories this season and she was an impressive last month winner of the Irish Champion Hurdle, in which form the mare looks good to defeat the reigning champion Hurdler Buveur D & # 39; Air.

SELECTIONS OF CAPTAIN HEATH

1.30 FELIX DESJY (EW) 20-1

2.10 KALASHNIKOV (EW) 10-1

2.50 NOBLE ENDEAVOR 16-1

4.50 TREK BRIDGE 8-1

] 3.30 BUVEUR D & # 39; AIR 9-4

4.10 ROKSANA (EW) 10-1

JERRYSBACK 12-1

1.30 FAKIR D & # 39; OUDAIRIES 6-1

2.10 GLEN FORSA 4-1

4.10 BENIE DES DIEUX 10-11

4.50 GOOD MAN PAT 14

2.50 CRUCIAL ROLE 16-1

3.30 APPLE & # 39; S JADE 15-8

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5.30 OK CORRAL 5-2

Our football experts like to go against the stream with their tips. Here are their choices to surprise the proponents of today … JAMIE REDKNAPP: 5.20 BALLYWARD

CHRIS SUTTON:

CHARLIE AUSTIN: 3.30 LAURINA

Southampton striker and founding member of successful race syndicate

It is a very competitive first day of the festival but the banker must be Benie Des Dieux in the obstacle of the mare. Both Willie Mullins and Ruby Walsh have said that they are their best chance of the week and the gamblers have taken hold of it.

The Champion Hurdle is extremely competitive and we expect all three to be prominent in the market. With the grant of 7 pounds of seas, we give Apple & # 39; s Jade the advantage. She has an exceptional season behind her and Buveur D & # 39; Air can stop completing the hat-trick.

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