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Horse Terms for Non-Horsey People
  • Green: A horse that doesn't know shit. A kid horse. A lil punk horse.
  • Bridle: The head thing for riding.
  • Halter: The head thing for leading.
  • Lead rope: Horse leash.
  • Pony: A shorter, stockier equine. NOT a baby horse. Sometimes also used as a term of endearment towards larger horses.
  • Dressage: Fancy-ass horse dance.
  • Lunging: Making the horse go in circles around you on a long line, sometimes with another person on its back. Good way to teach Green horses the basics and a good way to start new riders.
  • Stirrup: Where your foot goes when you get on.
  • Girth: Horse belt.
  • Boots and Polo Wraps: Thingies that go on the horse's legs to protect them. NOT casts.
  • Fly Mask: NOT A BLINDFOLD
  • Schoolie: A horse that will teach you what's what and also possibly kill you. Usually ornery pieces of shit but also indispensable and amazing.
  • Paint: cow horse.
  • Warmblood: Large, fancy, lovable-weirdo-type horse.
  • Mare: Female horse. Probably thinking about the easiest way to make you cower in fear right now.
  • Gelding: Castrated male horse. Probably fearfully eyeing the mare.
  • Stallion: Un-castrated male horse. Probably eyeing the mare with a mixture of fear and lust.
  • Nicker: A grunting noise a horse makes when it's "happy to see you" (read: looking for treats).
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Such a nice ride with these two today, the roads were nice and soft in the warm sunlight and we rode all gaits, I love that Glæta is so trained that I can canter her on both leads while ponying her 😊 And she really enjoys it, too! Gorgeous day🌞

August 1934: Jacqueline Bouvier leading her pony, ‘Buddy,’ at the Southampton Riding and Hunt Club for the annual horse show, Long Island, New York.

Let The Stars Guide You

Character: Thorin Oakenshield

Prompt:

Word Count:1070

Warnings: None

AN: A little something I whipped up on a whim! Requests and Feedback welcomed!

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           Your parade of ponies comes to a halt as you stop for the night in a small clearing. It had been a long cold day of riding and it felt like every muscle in your body ached, especially your backside.  You hop off your pony and lead her to a tall birch tree where you tie her off and tenderly pat her neck.

             “I’ll bet you’re over the moon to be rid of me.” You smile as she nuzzles your cheek. “Don’t worry I won’t take it personally.”  You give her an apple from your pocket and stiffly stroll over to where Nori had already gotten a fire going.

            “I don’t know about you all. But I could eat a horse!” Bombur bellows as he sets up his pot and ingredients.

            “Bombur you could eat the horse, the stable and the whole 25 acre farm!” Bofur laughs helping his brother make a makeshift stove.  

            “Mahal I’m too tired to do a damn thing.”  You hiss slowly sinking down to perch yourself on top of a fallen log. “ I’m going to take a little nap. Fili, wake me when supper is ready.” You nudge your closest friend as you cup your head in your hands. You close your eyes and see the dull colours of orange and yellow dance on the back of your eyelids as the heat from the fire pulsated over your face. You can also hear the booming voices of your companions but for some reason you find a comfort in it. Maybe it was because knew that if you could hear all of their voices that meant that you were all safe and sound.

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            You wake with a start as you suddenly feel your body hit the cold ground. You thrash your arms and legs around quickly thinking for a second that you’re somehow falling. But as the starry night sky comes into focus you realize that you weren’t in fact, falling. But what you did do seemed to be much worse. The laughter from Fili and Kili fill your ears as you hoist yourself up into a sitting position. But now you were on the opposite side of the log. It appeared that you had fallen from the log and ended up going head over heels backwards. Fili wipes a tear form his face as Kili gives you his hand to help you back onto the log between he and Fili.

            “That was quite a tumble (Y/N)!” Fili laughs getting up to fetch you a bowl of stew. He comes back and hands you the bowl of steaming meat and vegetables. “You were teetering back and forth there for a while, we didn’t know whether you were going to fall or not.”

            You laugh along with them as you start taking hefty spoon fulls of the warm meal. You can feel it warm you from the apples of your cheeks to the tips of your leather clad toes. Your eyes scan over the faces of the dwarves as they stop at the face of your leader. The amber light dances and contoured his face making it look more handsome than it did normally. You see him smile as you all listen to Dwalin tell a happier story of he and Thorin’s early days of weapons training.  

             It was really a shame that your king was always in such a grumpy mood. You seem to get lost in your thoughts but are quickly snapped out when you see Thorin’s piercing blue eyes meet yours. You know you should look away so he won’t think you were staring. (Which you were but that is beside the point.) Instead you simply smile at him, eating your last spoonful of stew. To your delight you see the corners of his mouth turn up, returning your gesture.

              You look away and get up from your seat, stretching your back and taking your bowl to the nearby stream to rinse it out. When you return you tell the company you were turning in early and take out your bed roll. You set yourself up and close your eyes, letting warm thoughts lull you to sleep.

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(Thorin’s POV)

            I take my bedroll and walk over to where (Y/N) lay sleeping quietly. It had been a long day and I also decided to turn in early. I assigned Bofur to watch duty and to wake me to relieve him in a few hours. I decide to unroll my bed closer to her than I usually would.  I lay my head on the ground and watch the bright stars above me, silently wishing to myself that she was awake right now, so I could have someone to look at them with me. I remember when I would walk to the different villages seeking work in the forges and look up in the night to see these same stars, guiding my way.  I turn my head and look at (Y/N) as her chest rises and falls steadily.  I see her stir slightly and put my gaze back to the sky, not like she could see me anyway, but I couldn’t help it.

             I close my eyes and try to shoo the thoughts of her away when I suddenly feel a warm weight close to my side. My eyes shoot open and I look to see her body pressed up against mine. I assume she just rolled in her sleep, not odd behavior for someone who really has no comfortable, sure fire way to sleep. I gently move my shoulder so she’d hopefully wake up. But instead I hear her hum contently and nuzzle her head in the crook of my neck. I groan and let my head fall to the ground. I know I should wake her up, or try and move her back to where she laid before. But I really didn’t want to.

            “Mmm Thorin.” I hear her sigh as she wraps her arms around me, anchoring herself. My eyes must have grown to the size of saucers when I heard that. I look down again and realize just how beautiful she really is. This had crossed my minds hundreds of times during our journey, but now she looked peaceful, serene. I always thought her eyes looked like the stars, bright and shining. They always seemed to guide me and one look from her could change me in an instant.  I decide to let her sleep, leaning down to place a kiss on her temple before wrapping my arms around her and drift into the best sleep I had in ages.

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(Reader’s POV)

            “DID THORIN OAENSHEILD JUST KISS ME ON THE TEMPLE!? OH MAHAL!”

okay here it is: the avengers if they were horses

here we go

  • cap is one of those mass-produced tbs that did absolute shit at racing and got sold for like no dollars but then someone Saw Something Special, picked him up and bulked him up, and now he is an eventing dynamo
  • bucky was a solid qh type ranch horse who was cap’s lead pony at the races but then he got a stifle injury and they sold him off, and he was auctioned around until he developed major training issues due to bad riding and abuse, and ended up picked up by a slaughter broker only to be rescued by someone who recognized him from the track, but he can’t be ridden because he’s a wreck from the abuse, and so now he just chills in a pasture (ok i know he’s not an avenger fuck off)
  • falcon is another ranch horse who was used to move cattle on a ranch, and because he was solid As Fuck and had a great temperament someone bought him off the ranch to do bigger and better things with him
  • tony is the super well bred expensive warmblood with great movement and natural talent but they weren’t breeding for Personality so he is a major prize winner who is also a neurotic douche who hates being stuck in a stall and needs like 10 types of slow feeder toys to keep him sane
  • rhodey is a jumper with a solid career and excellent temperament. They put him in the stall next to tony so that he could be a good influence. it isn’t working.
  • nat is one of those polish arabians with somewhat uncertain heritage in the first place, and got picked up by chance and nobody is 100% sure about her breeding, but she’s scary smart and a beautiful mover. Everyone is a little nervous to ride her bc she’s Tricky but she’s a brilliant horse if you get on her good side
  • thor is an icelandic horse with majestic hair who spends 90% of his time racing around the icelandic wilderness, but the minute you need him for a show or just to give a little kid a riding lesson, he shows up and knocks everyone’s socks off. he knows he is beautiful you don’t have to tell him
  • clint is an old show horse who has been there, seen that, and now he’s a lesson horse because he’s a nice guy/won’t murder the children when they kick him in the ribs, however if they are real dicks he will buck them off in .02 seconds and go jump a fence and eat grass
  • hulk is a percheron, huge and terrifying to small people, but he’s really friendly and he just wants to help by hauling logs and stuff around, but also watch out because if you spook him too bad he will trample you and you will Die
  • fury is one of those hardcore scarred up mustang stallions that people respect from a distance. He’s almost a local legend because of how rarely he’s seen and how impressive he is, and periodically people think he’s dead because he hasn’t been seen in a while, but he’s always out there…

end of list good bye

By That Sin Fell The Angels

*Flying Lead sighs as he trots back into Ponyville. Besides being dirtier than Rainbow Dash in a food fight, he was low on rations, low on ammunition, and hadn’t slept in over a week. The reason? Monsters have been coming closer and closer to Ponyville in the weeks prior to Flying Lead heading into the Everfree. Before Lead went in, fifty ponies died in those two weeks. After he went in, not a single monster made it within a thousand miles of Ponyville. Some ponies, namely Blaze, could swear that they heard the faint sounds of battle at night. Those same ponies have tried to offer to accompany Lead into the fray, but were rejected. He always said, “No. I’d rather lose my life to save yours than you lose yours to save mine.” Nopony stopped asking to help. As he headed in toward Sugarcube Corner, Lead passed Blaze and his siblings.*

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After her short journey, she had finally arrived in Mirkwood. Wisteria had promised her mother she would be there soon and thought it was the best time to do so. She had missed it more than she had thought she would.

Now she was leading her pony to the stable, as she always did when visiting. Freeing it from the saddle and her bags, she patted it before turning and taking a few steps. But suddenly, an elf caught her attention. Watching her for a moment, she decided to walk towards her. Gently tapping on her shoulder, Wisteria tried to get her attention. “I’m sorry to disturb you. I just saw you and this beautiful horse. Is it yours?”