all around horse

anonymous asked:

what is the cutest thing you've ever done in public 1 2 3 go

shit uh okay well this one time me and two of my friends were walking to town and I defaulted to walking behind them because that was what I was Trained To Do in school so as to not block hallways but they were like nope no we’re in a park c’mere so they both held hands with me either side so basically we walked around this whole park in a three-man chain occasionally skipping and no further mention of this was made by any one of us


Summary: The reader and Bucky try to celebrate a successful mission but forget their communication devices are still on. 

Word Count:797

Authors note: this one is short, but as usual, full of smut. The idea popped into my head while watching Age of Ultron and I couldn’t help myself! Enjoy guys:)

The quinjet landed with a small thud, allowing everyone to go into tower. Tony smirked, “How am I the only one that still isn’t over the fact that Cap said language”.  You had just got back Loki’s sceptor from a Hydra base.

As Nat rushed alongside the gurney she said, “I’d rather focus on the fact that Clint is pretty banged up”. Clit rolled his eyes as he reassured her that he’d be fine.

Laughing he added, “The only thing that might kill me is that green juice you keep shoving down our throats Stark”. You hung back with Bucky, wanting some alone time as you took everything in.

Bucky reached out for your hand, pulling you back. Everyone was too preoccupied to notice. Banner added, “The lab should be prepped, so no one’s dying yet”. The rest of the team rushed in behind them.

Now that you were alone you turned to him, “What’s on your mind James?”. Bucky smiled hearing you call him by his real name.

He wrapped an arm around your waist, your body now pressed against the jet and him. You watched a smirk form upon his lips, “ James-”. He pressed his lips softly against yours and you brought a hand to tug at his hair.

Bucky groaned, “Doll, you know what that does to me when you say my name”. Pressing a hand against his chest you smirked. Looking up to him you asked, “What does it do, James?” emphasizing his name.

Shaking his head he dragged down your bottom lip, “Makes me want to pin you right up against the jet and take you right here”. To prove his point he lifted you up, and you wrapped your legs around his waist.

The moment was ruined when you heard a familiar voice, “Now I have a question, Cap does that count as bad language?”. Your eyes widened and your face turned a bright shade of red.

Sam chimed in, “I don’t think so Tony, dirty talk ain’t the same thing”. Bucky reluctantly put you down so you were now just standing in front of him.

Nat was the next to say something, “Come on boys, green is only a good color on Banner”. Shaking your head you found yourself smiling, watching Bucky’s face mirror yours.

Thor’s voice rang through your ears, “I think (y/n) and Bucky are a good pairing, let them enjoy this victory together”. Bucky raised an eyebrow suggestively at you.

Finally Steve responded, “Let’s make sure our coms are off the second we return from a mission okay guys?”. You couldn’t believe you’d both forgot to turn yours off.

Tony wasn’t done yet, “We still don’t know what the verdict is yet Steve, is dirty talk a no no or?”. Suddenly Tony’s voice was cut off and you could imagine that Steve had found his way to him and shut if off.

Sam laughed, “Come on Cap that’s cold just because-”. The same thing happened to Sam and you and Bucky laughed. Thor replied, “I will not be as easy to silence Steve”.

Steve spoke up again, “I could do this all day”. You heard grunting from the other line. Natasha continued, “I think that’s what (y/n) was about to say to Buck”. You could just picture the smirk on her face.

As a mischievous smirk formed across Bucky’s face he said, “Guess we don’t have to sneak around anymore doll”. His hands found your hips, holding you closer to him.

Teasingly you said, “Fuck, so now I get to be as loud as I want too?”. Bucky laughed, shocked at how playful you were being. Surprisingly you heard Tony again, “I’ll say it for you Cap, LANGUAGE (Y/N)!”.

There was more grunts and other muffled noises coming from the other line as you friends fake fought with each other. Bucky took your hand and lead you back towards the tower and into the living room.

There you saw your friends all horsing around, but their heads snapped up when they saw you both enter. To your surprise Bucky threw you over his shoulder, “Don’t worry Steve I’ll teach (y/n) a lesson for you”.

Steve tried to be upset but he smiled, abandoning his current battle stance. Tony pointed in your direction, “Make sure your coms are off this time, I’d hate to see Steve here go into cardiac arrest”.

Steve threw his shield at Tony, but Tony caught it seamlessly. Before turning the corner you said, “Oh I bet Steve would enjoy it!”. Bucky spanked your ass as his jaw dropped at your words.

You spanked his, and he picked up his speed. Now he was rushing to his room, all to eager. You just smirked with anticipation, this would be fun.

Grandma’s Choice

A/N: An anon request where Spencer is dating the reader (new relationship) whose family is from a Hispanic country, I chose Guatemala, and she is very excited about introducing Spencer to the culture of her parents’ homeland. @coveofmemories @sexualemobitch @jamiemelyn @unstoppableangel8 @iammostdefinitelyonfire26 @hogwarts-konoha @lukeassmanalvez @rmmalta @yoinkpeter


Y/N: I know we’ve only been dating for a couple months but…would you consider meeting my parents on the 15th?

After sending the text message, you waited nervously for Spencer’s answer. It’s not like two months into the relationship wasn’t a good time to meet the parents, but your parents were intent on meeting him soon, and they wanted to meet him on a particularly important day for your home country - Independence Day. On September 15, 1821, Guatemala finally gained their independence from Spain, and every year since, proud countryfolk would celebrate through a special race through the streets, fireworks, delicious food, and dancing. You and your family took part in the festivities every year and you were nervous (but also very excited) to show Spencer how proud you were of where you came from.

S: I’d love to. You met my mom already. But I’m definitely nervous to meet them. What if they hate me?

As you looked out the window, where there wasn’t a cloud in the sky, you couldn’t help but laugh. Why would they hate him? He’s adorable.

Y/N: You treat me with respect. You’re brilliant, kind, funny and caring. There really isn’t anything more they could want in a man for me. We’re going to be taking part in some Independence Day festivities. Is that cool by you?

S: Of course! I could ramble about Guatemala’s Independence Day, but I’m sure you know it all. I’ll be there.

You did, but you wouldn’t mind hearing him ramble about it. Listening to him talk could’ve been considered a pastime for you. 

Y/N: Thanks, Spence. It means a lot to me.

Now, you had to find a way to narrow down all the things you wanted to show him. There was such a rich culture to explore, and you wanted to show him all of it.


Just a few days later, you met up with your parents at their home before going to pick up Spencer. “Okay, now I realize that I am your one and only, but be nice to him. Also, he tends to ramble a lot, but he knows everything about everything, so he’s very familiar with the history of this day. Can you be nice to him?”

You spoke to them both, but stared at your father. He had a bad habit of coming on a bit too strong and rude when it came to your previous significant others. “Be nice to him!”

“He has to be good enough for my baby, and then I’ll be nice to him.” Ugh. Dads. 

For the last time, you checked the time on your phone and turned to warn your parents one last time. “Be nice! I’m going to pick him up now. We’ll meet you there!”

“See you soon, sweetie!” Your mother called. “This was going to be interesting.”


After knocking on the door, you patiently waited for your boyfriend, taken aback by his lack of speech when he opened the door. “You look beautiful,” he smiled.

That’s right. He wasn’t accustomed to seeing you in Guatemalan clothing, and today you were wearing your traje, a traditional dress that you’d made yourself (well, with your mother’s help) over the course of many years. While going to college, working a crap job to help put yourself through school, and eventually obtaining your full-time job, you worked on your traje - one you would wear on special occasions for as long as you lived. It consisted or a blouse, or huipil, a skirt, or corte, and faja, or belt, all of which came together in a whirlwind of color to dazzle neighbors, loved ones and strangers alike while simultaneously telling the stories of the past. 

The one you’d made with your mother was probably one of the most intricate you’d ever seen, but you loved the design your grandmother used to wear and had done everything you possibly could to make the design as close to hers as possible. A replica dress (she’d been buried in hers) and the locket she’d left you, kept her with you whenever you wore them. “This is beautiful,” Spencer said as he stepped toward you. “D-Did you make this?”

“Not by myself,” you laughed. “My mom helped me, and it took years between work and school and everything else.” Your traje depicted the legends of the conquest of the town of Nebáj (where your ancestors hailed from) by Pedro Alvarado, the conquerer of Guatemala. The repeating bird designs embroidered in a plethora of different colors, represented to vanquished chieftain, Tecún Umán, whose soul the quetzel bird took to paradise. All around the birds were horses and soldiers used to represent the conquering Spaniards. There was no color you could think of that wasn’t included, and everything was intricately woven together on a white base blouse that made everything pop. The skirt was embroidered at the bottom much the same as your blouse, and you truly never felt more beautiful then when you were wearing it. “I’m glad you like it though. It’s very close to the one my grandmother made for herself years ago. It reminds me of her.”

For a moment, you got sad. Your grandmother was your everything and you missed her very much. Spencer stepped forward, sensing your sadness and wrapping his arms around before placing a delicate kiss on your forehead. “I’m sorry I never got to meet her.”

“Me too,” you sighed. “She would’ve loved you.”

Grandma was always on the hunt for knowledge. She never wanted her mind to get frail, and it didn’t; she stayed sharp until the day she died. But she absolutely would’ve loved hearing Spencer ramble about anything and everything.  “Ready to go?” You asked.

“I’ll follow your lead.”

About a half hour later, you met up with your parents at a local festival just outside of DC where people were celebrating with a contemporary Mayan performance showcasing the xajoj q’ojom (the Kaqchikel “music/dance”) of Grupo Sotz’il, a world-renowned Kaqchikel Maya ensemble from Guatemala. “Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N. It’s very nice to finally meet you both.”

“So this is the boy my little girl keeps talking about,” you mother said, grabbing Spencer by both of his cheeks. You’d forgotten to mention the fact that Spencer wasn’t great with touch, but he was handling it all in stride. “You treat my baby well and we’ll be fine. It’s nice to meet you too.”

Spencer gave your mother a smile before turning his attention to your father, who, beyond your expectations, just extended his hand to Spencer, who took it and gave a firm handshake. “What my wife said. Treat her well and we’ll be fine. Otherwise I’ll have to kill you and make it look like an accident.”


“What!? I have to instill the fear of god in him a little bit.” 

Spencer smiled as he tried to keep himself from laughing. You were utterly embarrassed. “I completely understand,” Spencer said. “I would never, ever think of hurting her. I can promise you that.”

Finally, the embarrassment washed away. Just in time for the performance, which they’d dubbed the Heart of the Earth after the original show. Spencer watched in awe as masks and colorful costumes told a beautiful tale. It wasn’t a big show - no flashy equipment or tailor-made costumes to tell the tale. It was all stripped down so to speak, and it was all the more beautiful for it. Even the instruments were handmade. For the entire 60-minute runtime of the show, Spencer was transfixed, occasionally giving your hand a gentle squeeze to let you know he was paying attention.

Once the performance was over, everyone gave them a standing ovation, and the ensemble invited the audience down to ask any questions they had about the instruments, the performance or Mayan culture in general. “Mom, Dad and I are going to grab some food. You wanna try something?”

“Do you mind grabbing me whatever you’d like me to try so I can go talk to the performers?” He asked. Spencer was genuinely the best boyfriend in the world; he wasn’t just doing this to impress your parents, he was truly interested in your culture and it warmed you from the inside out like Chicken Pepian. Mmmm. Speaking of, your stomach was growling as if to remind you it hadn’t been fed saved for the apple and small yogurt you’d had this morning. 

“Sure, babe.”

As you turned to go grab food with your parents, you saw them eye your boyfriend one more time. “Is he just doing that to impress us?” Your father asked. “Because if he is, it’s working.”

“He’s not just doing it to impress you, Dad,” you assured him. “Spencer genuinely thirsts for knowledge. Kind of like grandma.”

“She would’ve liked him,” he replied. That’s when you knew your dad really liked him. If he thought his own mother would’ve liked Spencer, then that was good enough for him. Your father had never liked one of your significant others that quickly. Spencer was golden if your dad liked him. 

On your way to grab food, your parents started asking about Spencer, wanting more details about how you met (online, both of you had taken a chance on online dating), where your first date was (local park, Spencer made a picnic) and if you wanted to marry him (you did, but you were only two months into the relationship, so you weren’t going to say anything just yet). Then they started asking about his job, which they knew about, but they didn’t know to the extent he was in danger on a daily basis, and you weren’t about to scare them and make them think that anything could happen to you (it could, but it was a risk you were willing to take). Thankfully, delicious smells distracted you all so you didn’t have to lie to them. Your parents took some food to snack on as they went on their way to meet up with a couple of friends. “Don’t leave without saying goodbye,” your mom said, “and have fun with your cute boy.”

“Thank you mom. I’ll take to you later.”

Your stomach growled intently as you picked up some of basically everything on the table for you to eat and Spencer to try. “Hey babe.” Spencer was still talking to performer’s ear off, but he wrapped it up as soon as he heard you.

“Where’d your parents go?”

“To meet up with friends. They like you. My dad said his mom, grandma,” you said, grabbing the locket around your neck, “would like you, so you’re golden. Grandma’s choice means you’re in.” Leaning up, you placed a kiss on his lips, careful not to get too hot and heavy for fear your parents would be right around the corner. 

Spencer heaved a sigh of relief. He’d been really worried. “Oh thank god,” he said, resting his head against yours. “Now…food. What is all this?”

One by one, you introduced him to some of your favorite dishes and foods. Spiced mangoes, seasoned with chili and lime. “This one is Chicken Pepian, isn’t it?” He asked. “That’s pumpkin and sesame in the sauce?”

He knew your favorite dish. You were definitely in love. “It’s the national dish of Guatemala. After tasting everything, I might have to go back and get more of that.” You let him try Kak’ik, a Mayan turkey soup spiced up with coriander, achiote and chile peppers. Guacamole, which was unlike any other he’d ever tried. And some Tres Leches Cake, which was smooth, rich and delicious. “I’m going to need more cake and more of the Chicken Pepian,” he said, smiling. 

After you were both filled to the brim with chicken and cake, dancers of all skill levels began to flourish in the streets. Down about 75 feet away, your parents were gliding back and forth hand in hand. If you could have that kind of love at their age, you would consider yourself blessed. “I can’t dance for shit,” Spencer said, extending his hand toward you, “But I can try…for you.”

“I’ll teach you,” you laughed. “Plus, this kind of dancing you really don’t need to have any skill for.”

“So I’m good.” 

Nodding, you grabbed both his hands in both of yours and began swaying back and forth to the beat, occasionally bursting outward so that he could spin you. You stepped on his feet a couple times, and he did the same to you, but you were having fun. “Wanna go out for All Saints Day too?” You asked. “We celebrate that too - with kites and more delicious food. We tend to take our lost relatives’ favorite foods to their graves and eat at the cemetery. You can meet my grandma.”

“I’d love that,” he replied, tilting your head up with his index finger and pressing his lips to yours. “Will you wear this again?”

“To see grandma? Absolutely.” You would’ve dressed in your traje every day if you weren’t so worried about ruining it and having to make a whole new one. “It keeps me close to her, as does the locket.”

The two of you fell into a comfortable silence while you continued to dance clumsily to the music. Spencer looked down to where your parents were, giving them a small wave as he twirled you. “Do you think that could be us?” He asked sweetly. 

You knew there was a reason you were head over heels for him. “Definitely.”

Animal Instincts Pt 1

Fandom: The Flash

Rating: G

Summary: Barry’s younger sister was also hit by particle accelerator explosion while helping take care of the animals at the animal preserve. Now, she has the ability to communicate with any animal.

A/N: This was an idea that has been playing about my brain for a while. I’m not sure how many parts this will have, but I love the idea of a meta having a connection with animals. This is also going to be in third person and the OC is named.

Originally posted by fencehopping

A year and half ago…

    “Animal symbolism is prevalent throughout many of the world’s cultures. While some are revered as sacred symbols, others are seen as mischievous and cunning, bringing chaos wherever they go. The Coyote is one such animal that is a trickster in Native American lore, though the Raven, Crow, Spider, Blue jay, Rabbit, and Bear among others have appeared in similar trickster lore in some tribes. One animal can mean different things to different groups. While Malaysians said monkeys possessed artistic abilities and introduced writing and sculpture, Chinese legends state they perform brave deeds…”

    “Hey, whatcha up too?” Ava startled as her older brother, Barry, leaned over the back of her chair at Jitters, quickly reading the article she was studying. “Animals in mythology? Interesting. What’s it for?”

    “A small assignment in my animal behavior class. We got to talking about how certain animals behave and how it correlates with how they are perceived in different cultures. While there are differences, some animals are portrayed the same way in different myths and lore. The assignment is to prove whether this is due to how humans have observed animal behavior in the wild, either by hunting or just observing,” she answered quickly, barely sparing her brother a glance as she wrote down a couple notes. She did steal a small peek and smirked at the impressed look he was giving her.

    “I didn’t realize how interesting animal behavior really was,” Barry replied. She shrugged and smiled humbly.

    “Mr. Baxter likes to think outside the box on occasion.”

    “Sounds like you have an awesome teacher, Ava.”

    “He really is. Hey you going to that particle accelerator thing with Iris tonight?”

    “Nah, it’s not really her thing.” Ava couldn’t help but hear the disappointment in his voice; her brother had been in love with Iris since childhood. Barry was her favorite person in the entire world aside from Joe and Iris. It was hard watching him pine after someone who was oblivious to what was right in front of them the whole time. “You want to come?”

     “I would, but I already promised Diane I would help feed. After Mark fired Jack for drinking on the job and harassing the animals, we’ve been short-staffed at the preserve. Sorry.”

     “No problem. I’ll take lots of pictures to show you later. Bye, Short-stack.” He kissed her cheek as he grabbed his things. 

   “Love you, Sasquatch,” she teased, grinning at her brother. Even though there was a four-year difference, the two of them were always close, practically in each other’s back pockets. Ava didn’t know what she would do without him. Having lost their mother and their father go away for murdering her at the tender age of six, she didn’t want to even consider the thought of not having Barry at her back, protecting her as only big brothers could. He was her hero, best friend, and confidant all rolled into one giant pain-in-the-ass package she couldn’t live without. The world just seemed darker without Barry Allen in it.

    After a bit more research, Ava packed up your things and headed out to the rescue preserve she volunteered at. Hopefully, in about two years’ time, she would be graduating with both a Computer Science degree and Veterinary Technician, both of which would be used at the preserve she loved so dearly. The owners/managers, Mark and Diane, rescued domestic and exotic animals from situations such as abandonment, neglect, etc. It was also a rehab center for animals that were brought in injured or blown in from storms. It happened quite often during tornado season. 

    Ava and Diane worked seamlessly in tandem, feeding and cleaning up after the big cats, horses, llamas, birds of prey, macaws, African Grays, foxes, snakes, and the huge tortoise Diane lovingly nicknamed “Crush” from Finding Nemo. It was dark when both finished. Ava were going through the final check when a large explosion echoed in the distance. Looking up, she was shocked and frightened to see a mushroom-shaped gold halo surrounding the middle of Central City…right where STAR Labs was. The particle accelerator was exploding and the effects were catapulting across the city. Soon, it would hit the preserve. 

    Ahead of her, Diane was already screaming for the employees to head inside for the tornado bunker. “AVA, COME ON!!” She bolted for the entrance. About halfway there, a tall figure bounded out of nowhere and shoved violently aside. Ava hit the side of the tiger enclosure with enough force to knock the wind out of her. Dazed and crumpled on the ground, she caught a hazy glimpse of a man bounding for the bunker. It was Jack Morgan; the guy Mark had fired two days prior. She wasn’t sure why he was back and right now it didn’t matter; she needed to get inside. Dazedly getting to her feet, she stumbled a few steps before crashing to the ground. Ahead, she heard Diane screaming, Jack shouting, and then the worst sound you ever hear: the bunker door locking shut. Jack had forced his way inside, possibly hurt Diane, and shutting Ava outside. 

    Bastard, Ava thought. Looking up, she saw the gold halo of dark matter hurtling towards her, making impact in possibly five seconds. “Barry, Dads, Iris, I love you,” she whispered, tears streaming. She barely had time to curl into the fetal position when the dark matter hit. 

    The world turned gold, then red, then white with pain. There was screaming all around: the tigers, the horses, the foxes, the wolves, hell even Nemo was somehow screaming. She could barely hear herself screaming with all the panic and chaos. Then, the roars and the screams and the whinnies turned into a cacophony of panicked voices, all screaming nonsense and words all at the same time. Her head was exploding with so much pain, she barely registered the panicked animals escaping. Gates busted open, fences came down, hooves stampeded, wolves howled, and a tiger roared a challenge from above. 

    Before Ava fully lost consciousness, she heard a deep, regal voice shout, “LEAVE THE CUB BE!” 

Present Day…

    A falcon soared across the dark skyline of Central City. It dodged around the skyscrapers, gracefully catching the air currents that blessed it with its unhindered freedom. Flapping a couple times, it looked around and caught sight of a few pigeons roosting on a nearby ledge. Gleefully, it tucked its wings and dove for the small flock, catching a current back up above the skyline as the smaller birds scattered, squawking angrily. Settling into the last leg of its flight, it peered back down at the ground. It caught sight of the red blur that had been so prominent the past three months. It belonged to a meta-human named by various bloggers and conspiracy theorists, The Flash. The Flash was a speedster, one of the first meta-humans of many to come out of the particle accelerator explosion nearly a year ago. There had been a few others who used their powers to create trouble, but The Flash was only one able to take them out and protect the city. Of course, those same metas were never heard from again, so anyone who was affected and not evil were keeping quiet, afraid of the retribution that might rain down. 

   Mentally shaking the dark thoughts from its head, the falcon caught a warm updraft and turned south. Within minutes, the falcon caught sight of a clearing, bordering a chain link fence. In the middle of the clearing sat a young woman, legs crossed and hands resting over her knees. The falcon tilted his wings back and dropped with a screech. He landed in front of her as she opened her eyes with a smile, easily pulling her consciousness back into herself.

   “Did you enjoy the flight with me?” a soft, melodic, male voice echoed in Ava’s mind.

    “I did. Thank you for allowing me to fly with you, Regan."  Ava stretched the stiffness from her back and legs; she and Regan, an American Kestrel Falcon, had been flying for close to three hours, the longest she had ever gone from her body. "I think it’s about dinner time now, if you would like to return.”

    “Will there be any of those nice fat rats again? Seemed a shame to waste them on the snakes.” Ava snorted as she allowed the falcon to hop onto her shoulder.

    “I’ll see what I can do.” Silently, the two of them walked back to the preserve. Dropping Regan off at his enclosure with the promise to bring him something special, Ava headed towards the building. A lot had changed in the year and half since the explosion. When the dark matter hit her that night, she was given abilities she only read in myths and fantasy books. While she hardly remembered anything that happened that night, Mark and Diane said they’d found her in the tiger enclosure with the breeding pair protecting her. It had taken some coaxing, but Chakrii, the male, had allowed Diane to get Ava and take her to the hospital. It wasn’t until a few days later, what she thought was a hallucination from the concussion was the ability to understand animal language. A few months later, while her older brother was still in a coma from getting struck by lightning that same night, she realized she could also enter an animal’s consciousness to use their eyes and ears. Mark and Diane, bless them, had taken the changes in stride and allowed the preserve to be a haven to explore her new “talents”. And if it improved the wellbeing and happiness of the animals, well then, that was a perk.

    Ava told Iris after Barry had woken up. She handled the news with her usual grace, quickly becoming your confidant and the person to keep you grounded. But when other metas started popping up and causing trouble, she froze at the notion of telling Joe and Barry. What were she supposed to say? “Hey Barry, so I got hit with the same matter and even though you didn’t get any abilities, your little sister can talk to her favorite animals now?” Yeah, that would go over well. For now, it was better to let things flow.

    She quickly got started on the feeding routine, checking in with the animals as she went. Regan got his special treat - a live rat she had managed to negotiate the boa constrictor in the reptile house out of - and were getting ready to go home when she saw Iris talking to Diane. “Hey Iris!” Ava called out, hugging her foster sister. “How was your first day as a big-time journalist?" 

    "Nerve-wracking honestly, but it went well,” she replied. “You want a ride home?” Ava nodded, grabbing her backpack and clocking out. Both girls chatted about each other’s day, Iris telling Ava everything about her new job as she drove. About halfway to the house, the conversation eased into familiar territory.

    “So, Diane told me you were at the clearing for three hours today.”

    “Regan was due to stretch his wings after that hit he took. He allowed me to tag along and we flew over the city for a bit. His wing is fully healed. He should be able to be released soon enough,” she answered, fiddling with a hole in your jeans. 

    “You know at some point you’re going to have to tell Dad and Barry,” Iris said softly, turning onto the street. Ava sighed, leaning your head against back against the seat. This was an old argument that wasn’t even an argument. It was more of a disagreement of how stubborn they were being. She knew she had to come clean about this. There were aspects of her powers she didn’t understand, such as how she could talk to the animals in the first place and how far her powers could even go. But she was scared at how her family, more importantly Barry, would react to their baby being a meta. She wanted to remain as Ava in their eyes: stubborn, energetic, and mischievous with a restlessness and independence that ran for miles. She was Barry’s baby sister. It would crush her to see the pain and fear in their eyes. 

    She also knew that deeper part of her, a part connected directly to her powers, was uneasy at the idea of telling. They might shackle her, out of fear and over-protection, and not let her fly anymore. Oh, how she loved to soar. 

    “How? You know Barry’s new friends work at STAR Labs, the whole origin point of all this. And they work with The Flash. How am I supposed to tell them about this?”

    “They could help you better understand what is going on!”

    “Or they could try to cure me of it. Or lock me away wherever they’ve got those other metas. Don’t lie and say you haven’t thought of that.”

    “Okay, I have, but this is Barry we’re talking about. Your big brother. You two have been in each other’s back pockets for as long as I can remember! He’s not going to let anything like that happen to you!” Ava sighed and stared out the window, feeling tears prick at the corners of her eyes. The car turned into the driveway and stopped, though the engine continued to idle. Iris reached over and took one of her hands, squeezing gently. “Ava, talk to me, what is going on?”

    “I don’t want to lose this, Iris. This power…this gift. Being able to finally soar above the clouds, above the skyline, it’s the best feeling in the world. I can’t fully describe it and I know that I don’t want to lose it. This is who I am. I can’t lose that, Iris.” After a moment, Iris reached over and drew Ava into a tight hug. She hugged her back tightly.

    “You won’t, Ava. I’ll make sure of it, even if I have to go and yell at Wells and his team myself.” Ava chuckled at that, already feeling better about it. 

    “You are the best sister I could have ever asked for, you know that, right?” her voice muffled slightly. 

    “So are you,” Iris replied, smiling. Both glimpsed the curtain in the window moving and knew they needed to head inside before questions were asked. “Come on. Dad said he was making lasagna. After dinner, we can go upstairs and watch a movie. Your tips look like they could use a refresher.” She tugged at her blue tips cheerfully.

    “Cool. Legally Blonde?” Ava asked.

    “I was thinking of The Mummy Trilogy.”

    “Brendan Fraser kicking mummy ass? Even better.” Both got out and headed towards the front door. Hooking an arm around hers, Ava leaned her head-on Iris’ shoulder. “Thanks Iris.”


Horse back riding


Klaus x reader

Summary: Reader and Klaus go horse back ridding

       You smiled looking at the horses in the barn. “ Hello love, ready? “ Klaus asked. “ Ready? Ready for what? “ You asked turning from the horses to face him. “ For horse back riding of course, “ he says smirking. “ Wait? We really are going horse back riding?! “ You gasp jumping around a little. He laughs at you. “ Yes, now what one shall we use? “ Klaus asks looking around at all the horses. “ This one! “ You say pointing to a black and white one. Ironically its name was Oreo. How clever… “ Sure thing love, “ Klaus says jumping on the horse, it already had a saddle on its back. “ So I just…Just hop on er, I’ve never been horse back riding before. “ You say shyly. “ Oh come on love! It’s not so hard! “ Klaus says lifting you up and you landed behind him. “ Ready? Hold on, “ He says. Suddenly the horse starts racing down the field making you grip onto Klaus tightly. “ Whoa this ones fast! “ You yell over the wind, “ You can tell Klaus was smiling widely. You could only imagine how many times Klaus has ridden a horse in his life time. 

Originally posted by kate-kami


This is an excerpt from my post, ‘THRACIANS, REAPERS OF THE BALKANS

The next great Odrysian monarch was Seuthes II, the nephew of Sitalces, who as a youthful prince campaigned alongside his uncle against the Chalkidikians and Macedonians. Later Seuthes was, along with his father (Maesades), driven out of their kingdom by their subjects (the Thracian Melanditae, Thyni, and Tranipsae). Soon after his father passed away due to an illness and Seuthes was “brought up as an orphan at the court of Medocus, the present king” (Anabasis by Xenophon, 7.2.32).

^ The Melanditae, Thyni, and Tranipsae on the eastern coast of Thrace.

Thereupon he gave me the men and the horses that you will see for yourselves as soon as day has come. And now I live with them, plundering my own ancestral land. But if you should join me, I think that with the aid of the gods I could easily recover my realm. It is this that I want.” – Anabasis by Xenophon, 7.2.34. Seuthes to Xenophon the Athenian.

The famed Athenian soldier, mercenary and historian named Xenophon was involved in a daring military expedition (401-399 BCE) deep into Persia where the mercenary band known as the ‘Ten Thousand’ were tasked with placing the Persian usurper prince Cyrus the Younger on the Persian throne. There is a short mention of a Thracian contingent at the Battle of Cunaxa in 401 BCE under the command of a man named Miltocythes who deserted Xenophon and Cyrus the Younger’s army “with the horsemen under his command, forty in number, and about three hundred Thracian foot-soldiers” (Xenophon, 2.2.7) in favor of siding with the true Persian king Artaxerxes II. When Xenophon’s mercenary army returned to Europe, Seuthes II asked for their aid in reclaiming his governorship on the coast of Thrace which later rivaled Medocus (or Amadocus), king of the Odrysian Kingdom (the interior of Thrace).

^ Route of the ‘Ten Thousand’.

The Athenian (Greek) mercenary general named Xenophon was in search of the camp of Seuthes II under the cover of darkness only to find “watch-fires with no one about them”. In reality, the camp was right in front of them but the light from the flames obscured its presence.

When they had got near it, he came upon watch-fires with no one about them. And at first he supposed that Seuthes had shifted his camp to some other place; but when he became aware of a general uproar and heard Seuthes’ followers signaling to one another, he comprehended that the reason Seuthes had his watch-fires kindled in front of the pickets was in order that the pickets might remain unseen, in the darkness as they were, so that no one could tell either how many they were or where they were, while on the other hand people who were approaching could not escape notice, but would be visible in the light of the fires.” – Anabasis by Xenophon, 7.2.17-18.

Xenophon meeting Seuthes II:

From the reign of Seuthes II we receive the greatest portion of information on the Thracians, other than archaeological evidence. Xenophon and his companions were greeted by the Thracians with drinks by which “according-to the Thracian custom they drank to one another (in) horns of wine” (Anabasis by Xenophon, 7.2.23). When the terms of service were thoroughly discussed and agreed upon, “Up rose Seuthes, drained the horn with Xenophon, and joined him in sprinkling the last drops” (Anabasis by Xenophon, 7.3.32). Some sources say the wine was poured over their guest’s garments while others believe they poured it over themselves. The latter is attested in ‘The Deipnosophists by Athenaeus (11.10)’: “The Scythians and Thracians, indulging in wine, both their wives and themselves, to excess, and pouring it over their garments, think that they observe an honorable and excellent custom”. At this feast the Greek guests were seated in a circle and brought food in the form of “meat, cut up into pieces, and there were great loaves of leavened bread fastened with skewers to the pieces of meat” (Anabasis by Xenophon, 7.3.21).

In general, the tables were placed opposite the strangers in each case; for the Thracians had a custom which Seuthes now took the lead in practicing, —he would pick up the loaves which lay beside him, break them into small pieces, and throw the pieces to whomever he pleased, following the same fashion with the meat also, and leaving himself only enough for a mere taste.” – Anabasis by Xenophon, 7.3.22.

He was in a tower and well-guarded, and all around the tower were horses ready bridled; for out of fear he gave his horses their fodder by day, and by night kept them ready bridled to guard himself with. For there was a story that in time gone by Teres, an ancestor of Seuthes, being in this region with a large army, lost many of his troops and was robbed of his baggage train at the hands of the people of this neighborhood; they were the Thynians, and were said to be the most warlike of all men, especially by night.” – Anabasis by Xenophon, 7.2.21-22.

Other than feasting and drinking from horns the Thracians would also bring in musicians who blew horns, played trumpets of raw ox-hide as well as harps. In another part of the Anabasis by Xenophon, two Thracians are noted as dancing “fully armed to the music of an aulos (αὐλός, wind instrument), leaping high and lightly and using their makhaira (long knives or swords); finally, one struck the other, as everybody thought, and the second man fell, in a rather skillful way” (Anabasis, 6.1.5) then “the first man despoiled the other of his arms and marched out singing the Sitalcas (a war song named after Sitalces), while other Thracians carried off the fallen dancer, as though he were dead; in fact, he had not been hurt at all” (Anabasis, 6.1.6). The Thracians were also known to engage in the ‘titanismos’, a Thracian battle cry or hymn that was said to have been a cry to the Titans, the fathers of the gods (examples of Greek Titans: Helios, Atlas, Prometheus, Oceanus, Cronus). The titanismos would be voiced when on the march or before battle and are said to have been able to frighten their enemies into fleeing.

During their campaign we find out that at night Seuthes II allowed his horsemen to march in the front lines but this often led his army into becoming separated due to the cavalry’s increased movement speeds and the blinding darkness. Under Xenophon’s lead, Seuthes learns the benefits of placing his slower melee infantrymen (in this instance, Xenophon’s hoplites) as his vanguard to prevent the faster peltasts and cavalrymen behind them from separating. These faster units could also swiftly come to the melee infantry’s aid if needed.

Seuthes’ joint Thracian and Greek cavalry assault against Thracian villages resulted in Seuthes’ horsemen going “off unsupported, scattering in their pursuit, and I fear that the enemy may get together somewhere in a body and work some harm” (Anabasis by Xenophon, 7.3.47). Seuthes then rushes to Xenophon to ask him for aid in the form of infantrymen (hoplites). Here is where Seuthes II learns the importance of keeping infantry and cavalrymen close enough to support one another.

^ Osprey – ‘Men-at-Arms’ series, issue 360 – The Thracians, 700 BC-AD 46 by Christopher Webber and Angus McBride (Illustrator). Plate D: Thyni Night Attack, 400 BC. “D1 is the archetypal Thracian peltast, armed with two javelins and a knife or sword. He is based on a vase in the Ashmolean Museum. His cloak reaches to the ground, and his shield is decorated with good luck symbols. D2’s club is shown on one of the Alexandrovo tomb paintings, which feature hunting scenes, but may have been used only for killing rabbits. In that case he would have used a simple knobbed stick instead. His cloak and shield come from a plate in the Fogg Art Museum at Harvard. D3 is described by Xenophon as a ‘beautiful youth with a shield’ who was about to be killed but had his life saved by one of Xenophon’s amorous officers. His picture is based on an Attic vase showing a similar semi-naked peltast, who is armed with a bundle of short javelins.

Later on we read that during the joint campaign of Seuthes II and Xenophon many enemy Thracian villages were burned down in order to inspire fear in those who thought of resisting. Seuthes sent captives into the mountains to warn the Thynians (Thracians) of the fate that would befall those who rejected his dominance over the Thracian tribes. The Thynians sent Seuthes some of their people to act as hostages, therefore agreeing to be subjugated. This was, however, a ruse since the Thynians waited until night fell for the initiation of a night raid against Seuthes’ camp. During this Thynian night raid they went door-to-door hurling in javelins and lighting the houses on fire. Xenophon was almost made a victim but Seuthes II rushed to his aid alongside seven Thracian horsemen and a trumpeter. The Thynians shortly after desperately sought peace with Seuthes, accepting him as their new overlord.

Meanwhile, Seuthes came to their aid with seven horsemen of his front line and his Thracian trumpeter. And from the instant he learned of the trouble, through all the time that he was hurrying to the rescue, every moment his horn was kept sounding; the result was, that this also helped to inspire fear in the enemy.” – Anabasis by Xenophon, 7.4.19.

^ Osprey – ‘Men-at-Arms’ series, issue 360 – The Thracians, 700 BC-AD 46 by Christopher Webber and Angus McBride (Illustrator). Plate E: Thyni Night Attack, 400 BC. E1: Thracian trumpeter – “The trumpet is shown in the Kazanluk paintings. He has a composite corselet and an early type of Chalkidian helmet, without hinged. He wears a gold pectoral on his chest as a sign of rank.E2: Thracian bodyguard cavalryman – “The helmet is a 4th century horned bronze-iron example found near Bourgas. The later style of ‘bell’ cuirass has larger armholes, a low collar, and a silver-covered iron pectoral around the neck; this latter was distinctive Thracian feature.

Head over to my post, ‘THRACIANS, REAPERS OF THE BALKANS’, to learn about their culture, religion, weaponry, armors, battle tactics, and their influence on the ancient world. Their history as well, from the tales in the Iliad to the era of the Greco-Persian Wars, the rise of Macedon under Philip II and his son Alexander the Great, and the Roman conquests of the Balkans.

Did I ever told you guys that the last time I went to Disneyland, I wore my Unique Vintage circle skirt which has carousel horses all around the border and while waiting in line to get in the theme park I overhear a mom talking to her 3 year old daughter about my skirt and I hear her say “ She’s probably auditioning to be Mary Poppins”

pro-possum  asked:

tack question if/when you feel up to it: why do horses wear the hats. The fancy circular hats that fit around their ears and foreheads. I mostly only see them in dressage shows, not on ye olde trail horse?? Why the hat. Thanks for sharing all your previous tack knowledge I find it fascinating

fly bonnets

help with bugs & loud noises

also come in diff colors people love that

@transperceneige and I had a discussion/debate about this recently. They have fly bonnets all over the place on her side of the pond, but apparently no fly boots, and virtually all the horses around here wear boots and I don’t know a single one who wears a fly bonnet. Maybe it has something to do with those horses having manned thinned and braided more for jumping & dressage and not having something to keep them away naturally, whereas the western scene (which is my area at least) is All About The Mane. Who knows.

Why the long face?

Hay everyone. I can’t help but notice people have been leaving sugar cubes and carrots in my office, and while I don’t mean to be a neigh-sayer, I can’t help but think this might be related to my centaur-ist views so to speak? That is just discrimi-neigh-tion folks. While I know we all love to horse around up here on the moon, this is becoming a bit of a night-mare. I really think we need to stable the centaur jokes for now, before we gallop too far to the edge of the moon.We don’t want to pasture the point of no return here. I already threw a shoe at someone today, don’t make me through the book as well!  I am willing to saddle up and ride out to deal with this partner. I have tried to colt shoulder, and I am foal up to my withers at this point. I don’t mean to be whinny but these jokes are herd-ful you know? 

Your mane woman

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P.S I have enough horsepower to keep these coming for a long time. If you are picking sides bet on this horse folks. 

At Your Service [Part 1]

Originally posted by sotaehyung

Jungkook x reader

(Summary: a series about being Jungkook’s family maid. Requested by anon and I want to c R y)

Genre: smut/angst

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I step forth on the concrete platform of these large steps that show a path way to my future, pushing the doorbell to await what was inside. My nerves had the best of me; I was anxious of the family who I would be living with for the next couple of years to support myself. I pull up my skirt, smoothing the texture of the pleated black curves and tug my gray cardigan downwards, fixing the wrinkly creases.

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