You have the BEST stories! Can you tell me a bedtime story?
i will tell you a story friends, and probably you will regret asking me to do so, because its not really a very restful story. i….dont really have any of those.
this is the story of how steve and a horse almost gave me a heart attack.
back when i was a kid, cars were a thing that existed but were mostly really really expensive, so horses were still a common sight on the streets of brooklyn. most of these horses were exceedingly large, calm animals; they hauled around big carts of stuff on crowded streets. back then, milk was delivered to your doorstep by a milkman. the milkman who worked our block was mr. davies, and he was this very nice older black gentleman. i mention that he’s black because racism was Very Much A Thing (oh how times have changed). but mr davies always had peppermint candies in his pockets to give to thunderhead, his horse, and he would always give one to stevie and i if he saw us. so stevie loved mr davies, and if anyone was being disrespectful towards him because he was black, stevie would pretty much blow his top. mr davies loved steve for it, of course. but since mr daives didnt want to get steve in trouble, he’d usually whistle me over (if i wasnt already there) to haul steve off before he did something drastic. mr davies was great like that.
anyway, mr davies was around every morning dropping off milk with thunderhead. thunderhead was this huge dapple grey horse, i think a percheron?? a big draft horse, with hooves about the size of a dinner plate. aside from her size, her name was probably the most intimidating thing about her, because she was the most mild-mannered horse ive ever met. she would let all the little neighborhood kids climb all over her, and mr davies would usually let two or three of us ride on her back down the street. she never really noticed the extra weight. i think that if mr davies ever slept in, thunderhead would go walk his route without him. she loved stevie too–but for very different reasons. steve’s hair apparently looked exactly like hay to her, so she’d wander over and start lipping the top of his head. she never nipped or anything, but steve always got amusingly flaily when she did it, and i always suspected she thought it was funny.
one boiling hot summer morning, steve and i were sitting on the front steps of our building, just wasting time. it was early, but already awfully hot out, so when mr davies rounded the corner, steve decided to go meet him, but i stayed on the steps. it was hot. i didnt wanna move.
anyway, steve went trotting down the block, said hi to old mrs mckinnon, who was on her way to get groceries, and was about a hundred feet away from mr davies and thunderhead when the wind picked up. it was a very nice refreshingly cool breeze, which picked up some of the debris–old newspapers and leaves and such–hanging around and tossed it across the road.
now, if you know horses, you know that sometimes they get terrified by utterly ridiculous things. im told many horses nowadays think plastic bags are the minions of evil, and horses back then were much the same. id never seen thunderhead scared before, but i guess a bit of newspaper whipped in front of her and was the spitting image of Pony Satan himself, because her eyes went white around the edges and she took off running. mr davies was around back of the cart, getting milk out, so there was nobody at the reins to stop her. she went tearing down the block, the cart bouncing along behind, like there was a pack of slavering borzoi chasing after. and of course she was headed right at steve and old mrs mckinnon.
steve, being the brave little idiot he was, didnt run; old mrs mckinnon wouldnt be able to get out of the way in time, so he stood his ground, flung his arms out, and waited to get trampled by a rogue milk cart. all of us there thought we were gonna be scraping tiny blonde guy off the pavement, because thunderhead just kept going.
but about ten feet away from steve, thunderhead must have recognized him, because she went to a screeching stop. four feet down, all her knees locked, skiddin on the cobblestones. normally, she’d probably have been able to stop in that distance, but she was still harnessed to that heavy milk cart, so instead she plowed right into stevie, chest first.
he went flying. he mustve gone about six feet through the air, and he hit the ground and just laid there like a sack of really dead potatoes. i thought he must have broken his little toothpick spine. poor thunderhead looked just as scared as i was, because she got her feet back under her and crept up on him like the cart wasnt jangling right behind her. she dropped her nose down and started whuffing and lipping at his hair, and he popped up like a damn weasel. little moron was fine. he nearly gave me and mr davies and old mrs mckinnon and thunderhead all a heart attack, but he was fine.
and mr davies gave him his whole bag of peppermints, and mrs mckinnon gave him a chocolate, so he didnt even learn to not do stupid shit like that.
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I always kind of laugh when people get into the “Susan’s treatment is proof that C.S. Lewis was a misogynist” thing, because:
Polly and Digory. Peter and Susan. Edmund and Lucy. Eustace and Jill.
Out of the eight “Friends of Narnia” who enter from our world, the male-to-female character ratio is exactly 1/1. Not one of these female characters serves as a love interest at any time.
The Horse and His Boy, the only book set entirely in Narnia, maintains this ratio with Shasta and Aravis, who, we are told in a postscript, eventually marry. Yet even here, the story itself is concerned only with the friendship between them. Lewis focuses on Aravis’ value as a brave friend and a worthy ally rather than as a potential girlfriend–and ultimately, we realize that it’s these qualities that make her a good companion for Shasta. They are worthy of each other, equals.
In the 1950s, there was no particularly loud cry for female representation in children’s literature. As far as pure plot goes, there’s no pressing need for all these girls. A little boy could have opened the wardrobe (and in the fragmentary initial draft, did). Given that we already know Eustace well by The Silver Chair, it would not seem strictly necessary for a patently ordinary schoolgirl to follow him on his return trip to Narnia, yet follow she does–and her role in the story is pivotal. Why does the humble cab-driver whom Aslan crowns the first King of Narnia immediately ask for his equally humble wife, who is promptly spirited over, her hands full of washing, and crowned queen by his side? Well, because nothing could be more natural than to have her there.
None of these women are here to fill a quota. They’re here because Lewis wanted them there.
Show me the contemporary fantasy series with this level of equality. It doesn’t exist.
(A modern au set in no particular time at all in which mare and cal meet after she stays over to work on a project with Maven. Cute fluff and angst and more fluff follow as they move through their lives together.)
(another modern au which picks up in no particular time at all, and follows Mare and Cal after they find out Mare’s pregnant (I know, I know, another pregnancy au? wtf is wrong with you??? I dont know man, I guess I just love the idea of them having bebies))
Look guys, I dont know how to make it any easier to find these. Tumblr will not let me post a link in my bio, and the best I can give you is this. If anyone knows a way to make my link to my page available on mobil that would be awesome. If you are on the computer though, simply go to my page, (not the side bar one, the one that takes up the whole page, you can get there by clicking my icon on the sidebar), then go to the menu button, click it, then click my fanfics. It’ll take you right to the page where they all are.
“Bucky, I want to go for a walk.” The feeble omega stated. Brushing her soft locks to the side, waiting for a reaction from her brothers best friend. “Steve said I was allowed as long as you know i’m heading out,” She further fought for her right, seeing as the older Alpha was ignoring her wishes.
“Cant you just go in your little nest?” He was always commanding, not wanting to go out and start trouble, his voice deep and ruthless, “Honestly, what would a walk do, Where would you even walk?” Now he decides to stand, to turn to her form and witness her staring at her shoes, while picking her nails in a nervous manner, “Where do you want to walk, Omega?” Not making a move to respond to his questions, he released an audible sigh of tiredness, rubbing the bridge of his nose he ushered her out with his wrist. “I’ll meet you outside in five, your not walking alone.”
He was always demanding, wanting things to go his way or nothing. That was the biggiest set back of all Alphas, they think they’re the best of the system and they should be worshiped and listened to. Alphas would get what ever they want when ever they want, Bucky and Steve just so happened to notice the pet peeve of Omegas and try their hardest to surpass them.
“Alright, Alpha.” Her mood changed drastically, Bucky had to hold back his pheromones for a minute longer just to make sure the itty Omega wouldn’t get a whiff of what she does to him just by calling him by his status. The things Steve’s little sister does to him… He just cant help it. He cant help saying “No,” to her, he had tried, but ended up taking it right back and giving the bitty girl what she wants. Which was something big, Never does an alpha take back what they say, Steve noticed, but decided to stay out.
So he found himself lacing hands with the little Omega he fantasies about. She probably didn’t even know it, but her scent was maximized to the double, as she just finished her heat three days ago. The scent she leaves behind that gets carried by the harsh wind would grab many unwanted Alphas and their attention. Secretly he would rub himself all over her, giving her his scent for the day. Not that she minded, she never seemed to have a problem with it.
“I love the wind in autumn,” She spoke, as they passed yet another nude tree, its branches stuck out like a sour thumb. Bucky nodded, tightening his scarf around his neck, he was never much for words, especially around her. “Whats your favorite season?” She spoke mindlessly as she caressed a few branched that had been weighted down by their length.
“Autumn is nice,” He agreed, watching as she smiled warmly his way. She had let it slip once that she enjoyed having similar interests. Not that he would lie just to get her closer to him, but it was a nice little tid bit to know about her character, as she loves to bond well, both physically and mentally.
“Ted loved the summer,” She said, out of habit. She would always talk about her Alpha, boost his self esteem by praising him and talking about him to many other Alphas; Bucky was beyond sick of hearing the bastereds name roll off her tong like a prayer.
“Didn’t he cheat on you?”
Which was true, Steve’s little sister had an amazing Alpha, who just loved to have more then one Omega at his feet. Once Steve found out, he blew a casket. If that wasn’t enough, her ex Alpha threatened to bond her if he so as much smells her across the streets. Bucky was confused, if her ex Alpha was all bad news and somewhat history, why was she still talking about him like she still loves him and wants him back?
“Yes… why are you asking, your the one who broke both his arms.” If there was anything in the world Bucky loved it would have to be this oblivious Omega beside him. She tried to remove her hand from his, but he wasn’t budging. His eyes were glaring at the street sign coming up, not wanting to grow any angrier.
“Bucky, you stink.” her small cries almost went unnoticed, if it wasn’t for her trying hard to shove his hands away from hers. “Bucky let go,” Her wails only grew stronger. The Alpha was now walking faster, as if dragging her frail body behind his. “Bucky stop, whats your problem?” He stopped midway the park, way past the bus sign that interlaced with a fork for the park. letting go of her hand he jerked back and blew.
“Everyday, all I can think about is making you my mate and filling you with pups. It pisses me off that all you talk about is that good for nothing Alpha.” His roar was terrifying, his arms flinging around like he was ready to strike, his brows knitted together if one would look from afar it would seem he was losing it all.
The winds breeze blew away whatever scent she was giving off, fear, love, sadness… He was never good at reading the women species. And it scared him now that he didn’t know what else to say, he had loved her way before she met Ted, and was on his way to confess his feelings until he walked in on the couple relaxing from their heat and rut. He never spoke to her normally from that day on, always ignoring her and walking away from her while she was mid sentence. It seemed all his pent up aggression had finally met its peak. So he stood waiting for her to move.
“You… Since when?” Her reply was out of genuine curiosity, She had found Ted as a last minute resort for her Alpha because she felt as though she needed one. Steve had Sharon who was an amazing mate, and Bucky would always come over to Steve’s little home smelling like another women each night. And some nights, she would catch a whiff of more then one scent. So was the rest of her friends, they all had someone.
“Since forever, Doll.” Bucky grumbled, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “It doesn’t matter lets get you home.” He reached for he forearm, in a manner to get her moving his way and end the day.
“No,” She rubbed the pad of her foot on the dirty road of the park and stood her ground, squaring her arms over her chest and glaring at Bucky, “If you’ve loved me for ever then why come home smelling like every Omega in town?”
“They never meant anything, (Y/N)-”
“Their still Omegas who thought they had a chance with you, What makes me any different?”
“Because I love your scent, so much it drives me into my rut every other day. Your driving me nuts (Y/N)-”
“That’s no excuse-” She should have just shut up when she had the chance and not argue with an Alpha, because that’s dangerous, Bucky was the biggiest Alpha she had ever seen.
“Shut it Omega-” His voice was deep, commanding and showed no signs of space for her to argue her half. “Lets get you back home, before it gets dark.”
“Omega.” He warned dangerously, pointing to the nearest exit of the forest in the park.
“I love you,” She screeched, Cutting him off from his thoughts. “I have loved you way before T-”
“Don’t say his shitty name,” Bucky grumbled, getting closer to her form and wrapping her up in his arms, “Lets go to Steve’s and figure us out.”
“Your home, Bucky.” She begged, Steve’s little apartment was the best home she could ever ask for, but it always smelled like the leading Lady of the couple.
“Our home,” Bucky corrected, letting his forehead rest over hers. their nose touching, while their hands intertwined together.