own horses

i really like the advice “write marginalized characters but don’t write about marginalization unless you experience it” 

absolutely i think cis people should expand their horizons and write trans characters, but they shouldn’t write stories about being trans. likewise i think allistic / NT authors should write about autistic characters! but not stories about being autistic. 

represent us. absolutely. but don’t tell our stories. let us do that.

She got me praying all hours of the night, say she want my heart, She pulling me to the river, drawing me with her siren's call, Done gave her my heart but now she wants my soul, Well I already sold it to the man in red, "Fell in love with your charm," but its a curse; cos am dead, Girl you're not who you say, bad girl they say you are Innocence isn't where am at, wear your crucifix bae Don't make me out all serious bonnie, slave to this bad religion, Unrequited love, praying at my shrine, cos I don't have a heart Like a dead man walking, I lay at your side, Make sure you're alright in my world, atleast that for you girl,

I gave her my heart but she wanted my soul

sometimes i think I’ll never be happy until i own a well-tailored victorian era suit

Character Headcanon: Poor Master Dennet

You know, I always feel a little sorry for Master Dennet. The Inquisitor is like, hey, I need a horse expert! Here is a horse expert! And he comes along to be your horse expert.

And for a while all is well. He brings his own fine horses, and the Inquisitor adds to the stable as she finds new breeding stock–often excellent. Where she got the charger from, he doesn’t know, and he feels too honored by having it in his care to ask.

And then the Inquisitor starts coming back with like… deer. And Dennet scratches his head, because he knows horses, and just because it has four hooves and you can put a saddle on it doesn’t make it a horse. Hell, the food and space and exercise requirements for a cob and a draft horse aren’t the same–a goddamn deer is presumably completely different. But he goes around Skyhold rounding up Dalish elves until he finds one who knew something about halla, on the principle that that’s probably the closest thing, and they work it out. (He’s always respected the way Dalish treat their halla, so it’s not that big of a leap. And even though Dalish–the Charger–doesn’t know anything much about how to raise halla, he looks the other way when she wants to spend half a day in the deer’s box stall being all affectionate at it. Can’t hurt.)

But deer of various kinds are at least still… well… grass-eating hoofed animals. Things don’t begin to really go sideways until they bring back the first dracolisk.

It’s a lizard. It’s a giant meat-eating lizard. Dennet is a master of horse, and he will stretch that to deer in a pinch, but asking him to figure out the care and feeding of big spiky lizard things is a bit much. It is–he tries to explain, first to Cullen and then to Josephine and finally to the Inquisitor herself–as if someone had decided that because you knew how to knead bread, you were obviously a master pugilist, because both things involved punching things. For his trouble he got a friendly clap on the shoulder and a “Just do your best! We can free up some funds to hire you more help!” (help from where? was he to hang up fliers somewhere for dracolisk handlers? where exactly was one supposed to go for that?).

(We will not even discuss the zombie horse with a sword through its head. We will not. The zombie horse got a stall to itself and was studiously ignored, on the principle that it was dead, and not much Dennet did could either help or hurt it.)

Dennet knew that he was in over his head and then some when the Inquisitor showed up with a charming grin and a giant fucking nug, and all he thought was, “Better see if any dwarves know what to feed it.” (Dagna does, but he’s a little afraid because she keeps having these ideas for ‘experimental feed,’ and….)

At least his life is never boring.

[Victuuri week - Day 1: Career AU// Dressage]

AU where Viktor is the five-time gold medalist in men’s dressage with is horse, an Oldenburg, Makkachin. Yuuri is also highly ranked, but after the sudden passing of his own horse he finds it hard to return to the sport let alone mount a new steed. He’s left in a very depressed state and often goes to local competitions, and on one of those day’s Viktor happens to be competing when notices the man who he once shared a ring with. Viktor asks why he’s not competing, Yuuri explains his situation and sees the sadness in Yuuri’s eyes when he decides to take it upon himself to help him find a new horse and get him back into the competitive scene.


*I had hoped to do a more fleshed out piece, but I was absolutely exhausted today with little time as well, so sketches were all I could manage. I’ll try harder tomorrow!

So can someone tell me why everyone’s giving RWBY shit? I saw a post complaining that everyone is cis in the show? Chill there are LGBT people in the show but, surprise!, the show’s not actually about romantic relationships all the fucking time. I saw people complaining because of plot holes and I feel the need to point out that every goddamn story has plot holes. People are complaining about how Blake’s arc is filler and Yang’s PTSD vanished but do they realise that not only is time passing between each episodes but the entire thing has been planned out. We saw Yang for about five minutes; we don’t know what’s happening in the rest of her life and there’s been a good amount of time since she put the arm on and way sparring with her dad. Blake has just reunited with her parents oh, and guess what? She needs to spend time with them because she hasn’t seen them in years. People would complain if all of Blake’s arc was put into one episode too.
This fandom needs to take a step back and actually appreciate how much time goes not into animating the series but planning a goddamn story. Do they even realise how hard it is to create a world like Remnant; considering every little thing they have? But people just prefer to complain that there are no gay people in the show or that someone should be agender or trans. Instead of hating on the people who are pouring blood, sweat and tears into this work and really don’t need your goddamn abuse about little things, how about we sit back, chill the fuck out and enjoy something that Monty Oum basically planned by himself to show the world?
Is that too much to ask for?


What’s the first thing you think about when you wake up in the morning?

For most of us, the first and most natural things that flood our minds when the alarm goes off do not produce praise or comfort. More often than not, the burdens of the day come rushing in before we can even take a couple breaths — a struggling relationship, some conflict, that meeting, the mistake you made, the task list that’s too long for today, the pain you’re feeling, that sin you can’t seem to shake. And underneath them all, there’s the nagging feeling that we won’t find the strength to make much of a difference about any of it.

It has always seemed ironic and foolish that the first few moments after a full night of total, unaware dependence, we immediately wake up and go into independent, self-trust mode. We often trust quickly in our own “horses” and “chariots” instead of in the sovereign love of our Lord (Psalm 20:7).

Most of us believe, fairly easily, in the sovereign power of God (Ephesians 1:11), but often neglect or forget that it actually applies to us: to our lives personally and to our circumstances specifically. Perhaps part of the self-deceived self-loathing inside of us blinds us and keeps us from believing the truth. Yes, God is sovereign, but I’m too messed up or too insignificant to deserve that kind of power. So, we need to remember that the power of God is now ours through Christ (Ephesians 1:19–20), and that he promises us new mercies each morning.

In Christ, the steadfast love of God for you will never cease. Never. His mercies will never come to an end. Never. They will be new every morning, and he will be faithful to bring them to you. If God is your greatest treasure, if God is the thing you love most, your portion, then you can hope in him with these unbreakable (almost unbelievable) promises.

God is with us through Christ and, by the Spirit, his promises for new mercies are as real and trustworthy today as they were yesterday. So, let’s go to him often, cast our cares honestly, and trust him for the peace that far surpasses our limited understanding and that guards our hearts and minds in Christ Jesus.

Rest well tonight, and tomorrow morning, in Jesus.

imagine southern John Laurens

• instead of yo yo yo he says y'all y'all y'all
• “my dharlin’ Alexander”
• “sweetheart, you need to get come rest”
• he owns a horse and it’s name is Minnie
• Alexander refuses to ride Minnie
• John when Alexander roasts Tjeffs: “oh bless your heart”
• John using a lot of southern slang and confusing the hell out of Alexander
• John hating his accent
• Alexander loving his accent
• John and Alexander getting into little arguments about John’s accent
• John’s southern accent getting stronger as they argue
• And Alex is just grinning the whole time
• John trying to wake Alex up in the morning, and Alex is just grumpy and John teases him by saying “My, Alexander, aren’t you just peachy this morning?”
• Deadass this man makes some absolutely bomb dot com fried chicken
• He loves peaches
• And iced tea
• Alex heard John mutter “fucking yankees” one day and he has no idea what the hell that means
• “dharlin”
• please imagine southern John Laurens
• p l e a s e
• s o u t h e r n b e l l e j o h n l a u r e n s

Hickey

Prompts: A combination of this reader is the batfams sister and she convinces them to go to a horse farm and the reader and Bruce are good at riding they horses and then dick and Jason is all clumsy and stuff? AND THIS Sequel to Big Brother where the reader comes home with a hickey

AN: This serves as a sequel to the one shot big brother click HERE for that!

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“I’m sorry, but how is this supposed to be fun?”

You grin at your brother and Dick grins back. The two of you had been dealing with horses and other big animals since birth. The circus had provided plenty of instruction on how to ride elephants and horses alike.

Tim and Jason however, had not had that training. While Jason had at least been able to get on his horse, Tim had opted for standing near the fence. Damian was already riding around the corral, while Bruce supervised from his own horse.

Jason calls your attention back, “Grin all you want girly, but I am going to master this horse.”

It takes everything you have to not burst out laughing as Jason tries to get the horse to simply move. “Should we help him?” Dick finally asks.

You shake your head, “They need to work this out themselves.”

Dick just laughs, as the two of you start heading towards the trail, leaving the rest of the family behind. You’ve been on the trail for several minutes when Dick asks, “So what’s up with scarf?”

It takes everything you have to not blush, “What do you mean?”

“It’s spring, and it’s warm out. Why are you wearing a scarf?”

You shrug, “No particular reason.”

Dick’s eyes narrow and he reaches for your scarf. You lean further away before encouraging your horse to speed up. Dick matches that speed, and before you know it the two of you are in a full on sprint. You stop once you hit the river bank. A little out of breath the two of you face each other and you ask, “Truce?”

Dick shakes his head, “Never.” And then, faster than you can react, he pulls the scarf down. “WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?”

You wince at the tone, “You’re going to spook the horses.”

He immediately lowers his voice, “What is that mark on your neck?”

You sigh as you fix your scarf, “It’s a hickey Richard.”

His eyes go wide, “A hickey?”

You roll your eyes, “A mark that typically comes from an intense make-out session.”

“I know what it is, why do you have one?”

You stare at your twin, “Why do you think?”

He straightens, “I’m going to kill Wally.”

“No, you’re not.”

He glares at you, “And why not?”

You smirk, “Because he has to wear a turtleneck today.”

Dick groans, “Oh come on, I didn’t need to know that.”

You begin directing your horse back the way you came, “Then you shouldn’t have pulled my scarf down.”

“Well, maybe but …”

“No buts Richard, I am an of age woman, you do not control me, or who I have sex with.”

“SEX?!”

You curse at that. He didn’t need to know about that. Urging your horse a little faster you pray that you can get to Wally before Dick, or at least enlist Barbara’s help, because you rather like Wally in one piece!