'horse' sense


It’s been more than a day and I’m still laughing at how the Squire pact in TOZ-X is now just a friendship bracelet while Mikleo and Sorey apparently have each other on telepathic emergency speed dial LOL.

inb4 bro gaydar jokes

Ok. Here’s a cute thought! Imagine Sidon meeting Link’s horse for the first time. Honestly, I believe Zora don’t really see horses just for the fact that it’s downright impossible for one to wander near Zora’s domain because of the rocky paths being too steep to climb. He isn’t sure how to act around one and they’re big animals! Link would just laugh and show Sidon how to pet the mane and stroke its side. And then he dumps a whole lot of carrots and apples in Sidon’s arms and gestures for Sidon to feed the horse.

The horse can sense how nervous Sidon is and shows signs of its own nervousness, but it trusts Link and reaches for the closest apple it can find. Sidon watches apprehensively as the horse eats from his hands and after its finished with the apple, it goes for another apple, and then for a carrot…rinse and repeat. [[The horse takes after Link appetite wise, ok?]]

So he gets more and more comfortable and even reaches out to give gentle scratches behind the horse’s ears and just showers it in compliments. So after a few more meetings, the horse just LOVES Sidon and loves getting attention from him. It has a certain whinny it greets Sidon with and soon enough Sidon is relaxed enough to affectionately braid the horse’s mane and have brief conversations with it. “Oh, look at you. Link’s lucky to have such a brave steed to ride!”

Link just can’t help but to admire his fishman bf get along so swell with his sole animal companion and it’s a great feeling!

Youth // Jung Hoseok


the prompt: could you make a Prince Hoseok fanfic? It’d be nice if it were fluffy (Hobie’s been getting all up in my feels as of late) but I have nothing specific in mind. the au i based this scenario off of: i’m in an arranged marriage but i’m in love with the sibling help

words: 3056

category: fluff + minimal angst

author note: hobi is always in my feels ngl. he’s just so happy and handsome and can we talk about the fact that hobi is the definition of husband material? my sister and i talk about that a lot. anyway, enjoy!

- destinee

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booksfoxesandcoffee  asked:

for the microfic Coran and Lance cryopds

Coran was surprised when Lance offered to help him the next time the cryopods needed to be cleaned. After he was accidentally frozen in one on the day the ship went haywire, he had thought Lance would be more wary of the task. But when Coran asked, Lance shook his head and said something about getting back on the ol’ horse, which didn’t make sense to Coran. But a lot of Earth idioms didn’t make to sense to him, and he knew a lot of his Altean idioms didn’t make sense to the humans, either, so it was fair.

Once Lance started cleaning, though, he did seem very slow and was hesitant to step inside to get the inner surface. He looked around warily, checking to make sure no indicators were lit and no buttons were pressed, then finally turned and fixed Coran with a stare. “You gonna watch out for me, right?”

There was something steady there, almost steely. Something that made Coran stand at attention and nod with military precision. “Of course, paladin. I will not let anything happen to you.”

Lance seemed to accept that, his shoulders slumping. His grip firmed around the cloth in his hand, and he stepped into the pod. “Okay. This time, instead of you talking, I’m gonna talk, okay? And if my voice stops, you come and get me right away.”

“Of course,” Coran said gently. “Would you like to tell me more about Earth? Why don’t you tell me about the things you like to do with that…ah…ocean you mentioned?”

“Oh, sure.” Lance’s voice relaxed even more. “So yeah, there’s lots of things you can do on the ocean. You can swim, or surf, or take out all kinds of vehicles, or go sailing, or paddleboarding, or fishing, or scuba diving, or freediving…”

It went on for a long time. Coran listened as he cleaned, smiling at the sound of his paladin’s voice. It was a good voice. He would make very sure that it would never have need to go silent.

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anonymous asked:

Hello! I love your Gaston stories. I was wondering if you'd do one where Gaston ends up getting cursed like the Beast did (or instead of the Beast) and the reader is his Belle? :)

Pairing: Gaston x Reader
Fandom: Disney ; Beauty and the Beast (2017)
Warnings: /

A/N: I’m so glad you enjoy my Gaston stories, darling! I hope you enjoy your request as well <33


You were on your way to the neighbor village, trying to get some special fabric for your mother’s birthday next week. The journey with the horse was supposed to only take you an hour or so, but you had to ride through the woods and got lost about thirty minutes ago, still trying to find your way back to the path that would lead your way.

Or any path for that matter.

“Oh, Marié, I think we’re utterly lost,” you petted the head of your horse.

It would still be quite some time till darkness would set in though, so at least you didn’t have to worry about that for now.

You got off your horse and tied her reins to a nearby tree.

“Alright. Let’s see where we are,” you looked up a tree that should’ve been high enough for you to see which way to go.

You started your climb, as careful as possible, which was a little hard with a long dress, but you somehow managed.

You found your way to the crown of the tree that was overlooking the entire forest. With that, you now knew where to go. A proud smile set on your lips that quickly disappeared when you heard Marié neighing. Loudly at that. She was your horse since she was a foal, so at this point, you knew what sounds she made when she felt certain things. Right now, she felt fear.

“Marié?” you began your climb back down, a little rushed maybe, which was a bad idea, since you missed a branch and fell down. Only a few feet, but enough to hurt yourself.

Your horse was still there, at least that was a relief.

“Are you alright?” a voice asked. A deep voice.

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Every animate and inanimate thing is inhabited by a spirit. Human beings are spirits who have managed to implant themselves selves in bodies of flesh and blood, and it is the confining vessel of the human body that causes an indwelling spirit to take on the characteristics of personality that we recognize as human nature. Beasts, birds, fish, insects, trees, flowers, and bacteria are inhabited by their own controlling spirits. The limitations of the body tend to define the evolution of the spirit. The spirit in a tree is usually less complex and less interactive than the spirit in a horse because the senses and nervous system of a horse are more sophisticated than those of a tree. Even stones, fountains, rivers, hills, fields, and mountains have their own indwelling spirits, although the natural spirits of inanimate things do not interact with human beings. They appear to us to be asleep. A higher spirit with whom we can communicate sometimes will enter and dwell inside an inanimate object such as a stone, but they do so by possessing the object and displacing its simple natural spirit.
—  Donald Tyson. Familiar Spirits: A Practical Guide for Witches & Magicians (Kindle Locations 1077-1083). Kindle Edition. 

It makes sense for it to be our horse jumping to the rescue even though we told it to stay there so the helmsman doesn’t get scared buuuut it’d also be pretty cool if Concorde had been trapped on the Dark Core base. Then it’d fit the pattern that SSO has been doing (find Soul Rider and then find their horse twice, then reunite the other two by finding their horse first and then finding the girl). Also the idea of Concorde nagging the druids to go rescue his princess is amusing. We’ll find out tomorrow!

disney movies in a nutshell

quints: whiny, selfish privileged girl complains about parents being too smothering and then complains when they’re not although their mom just farted out 5 babies at once

tru confessions: privileged white girl yells at her mom for 90 minutes 

smart house: bratty teenage boy wins a robot house to keep his dad from getting laid

the cheetah girls: raven symone bosses her friends around, is an elitist bitch and pretends to be straight

alley cats strike: “middle schoolers” in america’s smallest town are forced to give a shit about bowling

get a clue: privileged new york writer exploits a murder for her own benefit

horse sense: rich asshole can’t go on vacation unless he does does chores for his poor cousin for a few weeks

zenon: girl of the 21st century: 13 year old girl is smarter than a bunch of grown adults, including her parents

I’m still not exactly sure how delirious I was on a lack of sleep that I thought this was a brilliant idea. I mean… horse. Horse with armor. Horse.

OK, OK, I’ll stop whining. I enjoyed it… in some… painful way. Dylas might be one of my favorite characters personality-wise, but his design… makes me… a little puzzled. Just a little.

I feel lost.

I really want to find some way to start making a shift towards making an income while working with horses. 

I know that going back to school in a traditional sense is out of the question for me - IE, to be a vet. I cannot afford the full time student status that something of that nature would require. I just cannot financially do it between all my current debt/bills and with my work schedule being set in the same fashion as clinical work that something like that would required. 

I am trying to, once again, for the 342423423 time, wrap my head around a different option. Something I could do in the evenings or on weekends and that wouldn’t require me to be a full time student. A certification or degree that would have flexibility - online courses, evening/weekend courses for hands-on learning, that type of thing - and that isn’t crazy expensive. And in turn, a certification or degree that would allow for me to utilize it in the same manner with working. 

I just don’t know what that is or what my options are. 

I looked at equine massage a bit, but I need something I can feel confident with in that it would be worth the money for me to do - the closest course is 4 hours away and $1,500, with weekend courses. I live in a fairly rural area, so I don’t know if that would be worth it in the end.

I don’t know. I feel lost and stuck and I don’t know where to turn. 

I know that I want to make a shift in my career. I want to work with horses. And I need to go about it in a way that I can still work full time in my current field while trying to build a career in the equine industry in my downtime.. Maybe, hopefully, to eventually be able to make the shift to go part time with my current job and work more in the equine industry. 

I just don’t know what options there are or what avenue to take or what to do or who to talk to in order to figure out what exactly to pursue.


I’m lost. I’m so lost. 

Any ideas or suggestions are welcome and much appreciated to help me sort this out. 

anonymous asked:

Katrina, I love your commentary. I just read an interested theory that Rowan/Eli was the Trojan horse. It makes sense. Now that he has been brought into the White Horse he can destroy it from within. I am interested n your thoughts.

I’ve been thinking since 510 that Rowan just wanted access to that Oval, especially now that Liv had broken up with Fitz and he was gonna be out. Rowan has been fighting him for Liv’s Supreme affection (“you never choose one of them over me (408)). Now Olivia had adopted that same language.

Anyway, Rowan is the one who pushed Liv to "get yourself some power. Real power. 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue power”. He’s been using Liv for so long to accomplish his own goals, thinking she would achieve success along he way. Having lost B6-13, of course he’d want to have one or both of his “kids” in the Oval. He knows how to control both of them perfectly. He’d be in control without having to do much work at all. I know the Illuminati got to him, but I never trust him. He’s a shape shifter. I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s not as innocent as we’re supposed to believe.

  • someone: can you rap??
  • me: ya
  • me: Well, ya got trouble, my friend, right here, I say, trouble right here in River City. Why sure I'm a billiard player,certainly mighty proud I say I'm always mighty proud to say it.I consider that the hours I spend with a cue in my hand are golden.Help you cultivate horse sense and a cool head and a keen eye. Did ya ever take and try to give an iron-clad leave to yourself from a three-rail billiard shot? But just as I say, it takes judgement, brains, and maturity to score in a baulk line game,I say that any boob can take and shove a ball in a pocket. and they call that sloth the first big step on the road on the depths of deg-ra-Day. I say, first, medicinal wine from a teaspoon, then beer from a bottle. An' the next thing ya know, your son is playin' for money in a pinch-back suit. And listnin to some big out-a-town Jasper hearin' him tell about horse-race gamblin'. Not a wholesome trottin' race, no! But a race where they set down right on the horse! Like to see some stuck-up jockey'boy sittin' on Dan Patch? Make your blood boil? Well, I should say. Friends, let me tell you what I mean. You got one, two, three, four, five, six pockets in a table. Pockets that mark the difference between a gentlemen and a bum, with a capital "B," and that rhymes with "P" and that stands for pool! and all week long your River City
  • youth'll be frittern away, I say your young men'll be frittern! Frittern away their noontime, suppertime, choretime too! Get the ball in the pocket, Never mind gittin' dandelions pulled or the screen door patched or the beefsteak pounded.
  • Never mind pumpin' any water 'til your parents are caught with the cistern empty on a Saturday night and that's trouble,
  • oh, yes we got lots and lots a' trouble. I'm thinkin' of the kids in the knickerbockers, Shirt-tail young ones, peekin' in the pool hall window after school, ya got trouble, folks! Right here in River City. Trouble with a capital "T" and that rhymes with "P" and that stands for pool! Now, I know all you folks are the right kinda parents. I'm gonna be perfectly frank. Would ya like to know what kinda conversation goes
  • on while they're loafin' around that hall? They're tryin' out Bevo, tryin' out cubebs, tryin' out Tailor Mades like cigarette fiends! And braggin' all about how they're gonna cover up a tell-tale breath with Sen-Sen. One fine night, they leave the pool hall, headin' for the dance at the Arm'ry! Libertine men and Scarlet women! And Rag-time, shameless music! That'll grab your son and your daughter
  • with the arms of a jungle animal instinct! Mass-steria!
  • Friends, the idle brain is the devil's playground!

you know there are a lot of things in Power Rangers that simply can’t be explained and Skull having a teenage son is one of them

Ok not sorry but if you’re walking on a bike and pedestrian only path you should walk as far to the side of oncoming bike traffic as possible like it’s just good horse sense bc you can see the bikes coming or if they are coming from behind they are on the other side of the path. This is just good sense to me and I just got in an altercation with a jogger