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When I was Seven, I Stole a Horse

Okay backtrack to before the horse stealing before we start this story.

Growing up, my best friend was a boy named Ben.  Benjamin, if he was being annoying, to which he’d retaliate with Keejamin, which is not and never has been my full name.

Ben lived next door to my grandparents, and we were born within a few weeks of each other and were best friends pretty much since the time he crawled under the fence into Nanny’s backyard and helped me make mudpies (not that either of us actually remember that, seeing as we were two, but no one was particularly happy with the unrecognizably muddy toddlers).

Anyway, Ben would catch our car coming down the road and have hopped the back fence and made it through Nanny’s house to open the front door for us before Nanny or Grandad had even noticed we’d pulled into the driveway.  We had fake weddings with my little sister as the flower girl / priest.  We threw water balloons at his older sisters and their friends.

And one time we stole a horse.

So Nanny’s and Ben’s backyards attached to a field.  There was a fence in between, and three or four horses that lived in the field.  They were nice horses and didn’t even bat an eye when a couple of small children would hop the fence and run around in their field, and they liked us because we’d feed them apples and carrots.

Since they liked us so much, we decided to steal one and keep it for ourselves.

Why would two seven year olds decide to steal a horse, you ask?  The answer was simple

We were bored.

(Also Ben’s sister and her friends wouldn’t let us into the treefort to play pirates so technically it’s their fault we stole a horse.)

Why did we think we were physically capable of stealing a horse and getting away with it?  There were a couple reasons behind that:

  1. I was reading a lot of detective and spy books and figured I knew enough to pull it off
  2. Ben just liked to steal stuff
  3. Ben was also a really good liar
  4. Nobody ever expected sweet little Kee with her pink dresses and pigtails to do anything bad
  5. If we did get caught, we could always blame it on a sister

So we started planning.  It was a pretty good plan for a couple of seven year olds.  We spent two or three months on it before we actually tried to steal it, and had a pretty solid heist going, including

  • Around the clock surveillance, courtesy of Ben and his night vision goggles he’d gotten for Christmas, through which we documented exactly when the horses were in the field and when their owners came out
  • Multiple tests to figure out which horse was the slowest, the easiest to lure with apples and carrots, and which was the easiest to put a Barbie jump rope harness on, among other tests, so we could pick the best horse for the heist
  • Finding the best path out of the field and cutting the wire fence open inconspicuously enough so no one would notice but we’d be able to get the horse out
  • Researching horse care and heist stuff at the elementary school library 
    • because it was 2004 and neither of us had internet
    • we did a project on spy work at the time too to provide an aliby for if the police somehow decided that the seven year olds should be the ones being questioned about the missing horse
      • the grade two teacher thought our project was really well researched and that we seemed really into the topic and we got a really good grade on it
  • Watching James Bond a lot
  • Avoiding talking about it in front of my sister because Sam was the ultimate tattle tale
  • Hiding all our plans (which were written in my glitter gel pens on pink paper) in the hollow book I got Ben for his birthday so no one could find them

(that’s all I can remember at the moment, but I know there were other parts of the plan)

So the time finally came for the heist.  We’d picked out victim and had everything ready to go and had to be back by noon cause Nanny was making grilled cheese sandwiches for lunch.

We would get the horse, get it out, and it would live in a secret clearing in the forest by the beach until the police stopped looking for it and then it would live in Ben’s treefort.

So we went out, dressed in black like all the good spies and armed with a bag of apples and carrots and a jump rope.

I fed the horse while Ben got the jump rope situated because he was taller, and then we lead it down to the back of the field and through the cut fence and into the forest.

We got about halfway to the secret clearing when my Cabbage Patch Kids digital watch alarm went off to tell us we had fifteen minutes until Nanny was expecting us for lunch.

Fifteen minutes was not long enough to get to the secret clearing and get the horse situated and get back for grilled cheese.  And Nanny would ask questions, because Ben was definitely the type to be late to things, but I was the kid who taught herself to read analog clocks in kindergarten and would point out to the teacher that the clock says it’s 10:06 and gym is supposed to start at 10:05 so why are we still in the classroom?

(as a side note, the times on the day’s schedule only lasted about a week into each school year before I’d annoyed the teacher so much she took them down)

So we hashed it out and decided we’d take the horse back and re-steal it after lunch.

We got it back it back into the field with no problems, closed the fence up, removed the jump rope, and were inside the house as the clock struck noon for our grilled cheese sandwiches.

(”What have you two been up to today?  I haven’t seen you all morning.” “Oh, we’re just playing spies.” “Sounds lovely.”)

Lunch ended and we ran back to the back door eager to restart our heist and–

–it was pouring.

The complete opposite of the weather needed for a good heist.  Rain meant mud and mud meant footprints and footprints meant the police could find out it was us who stole the horse.

So we postponed it to the next weekend and went and went out to have a mud fight instead.

My friend Sarah’s horse (Tiny rural town.  Most people had horses or sheep or other large animals and didn’t have to resort to stealing them) had had a baby over the weekend and she’d printed off pictures to show everybody.

“But Mommy says we’re gonna sell him cause horses cost a lot of money to feed and we’ve already got three.”

That brought my attention away from the pictures of the cute baby horse, because it didn’t make sense.  According to my research, horses ate hay and carrots and apples.  None of that was expensive, right?

“How much does it cost?” I asked, and Sarah shrugged.

“Mommy says each of them costs a couple hundred dollars every month.”

Now, this was a problem, so I had to go find my partner in crime.

Ben was with some of the other boys, doing whatever seven year old boys did.

“Ben, we have a problem.  Code red.”

(That was our super top secret spy code in case we needed to talk about the heist.  Nobody would be able to figure it out.)

So we went somewhere slightly private and I told him how much Sarah said it costs to feed a horse.

“I only have eight dollars and twelve cents,” I told him.  “And I don’t get an allowance, so I won’t get more money till my birthday.”

“I need my allowance to buy candy,” he said, and we stood there for a while, trying to figure out how we could make this work.

Eventually, it was decided that we wouldn’t be able to afford to own a horse unless we waited until after my birthday and Ben never ate candy again, and neither of us were good with that plan, so the Great Horse Heist of 2004 came to an end.

We burnt the plans that weekend in Ben’s backyard and managed to blame the pile of ashes on one of his sisters.

So yeah.  That is the story of the time I stole a horse for about twenty minutes.

Nobody besides me and Ben (and now all of you) know that this actually went down, because somehow we managed to hide this deranged plan from absolutely everybody and then we were too scared they’d send us to jail if we told anyone and then I kind of forgot about it until earlier today when my friends were talking about how I was probably the only one of us who’d get into heaven and had I ever quote unquote sinned before?  (Answer: yes, because I stole a horse, so I’m probably not getting into heaven either)

The moral of this story is that, had Ben not decided I had cooties the next year and that that meant we couldn’t be friends anymore, we would probably be criminal masterminds by now.

Tagged by @kenphoenixx

“Once you get this you are encouraged to say five things you like about yourself, publicly, and send it to 10 of your favorite followers! SPREAD POSITIVITY! ♡”

1. I was always the most positive of my group of friends.

2. I like to make people happy.

3. I am organized with respect to what I do day by day, the schedule is something that I have much in mind.

4. I don’t like receiving help, although if I need it I find very difficult to ask for it. On the other hand I love to help others in whatever they need ^^

5. I have an inexplicable love for animals, especially dogs, I just love them. I have two and i love them more than my friends lol x’D hope they don’t read this…

I tag @joltyjolt @im-rainer-the-vaporeon @icebear492 @lucrawrio @w0lfscar

I was tagged by @bravesirius

rules: tag 20 blogs you’d like to know better

nicknames: Kita, Keets, Kit, Nik, Niki, Tribs

zodiac: Scorpio

height: 5′5″

last thing i googled: Sheigra Bay, seeing what it looks like following a camping discussion!

song stuck in my head: Can’t help falling in love, Elvis

last movie i watched: Gosh, I’ve not watched a movie in a while. I’ve been watching Brooklyn 99 on Netflix though, does that count? 

what am i wearing right now: Ripped tights, a blue and cream paisley skirt, tank top and denim jacket! 

what do i post: Anything Harry Potter, though lots of it is Marauders related because they are my absolute faves.

why did i choose my url: Because Wolfstar is very alluring and enticing, and yet is difficult to get a complete grasp on in canon…..

religious or spiritual: Spiritual I suppose. I believe there is probably a higher power, but don’t think it’s a higher being. Just like, a shared consciousness that connects us all, the concept of mind, thought, humanity… I’m not really sure.

fave color: Olive greens, dusky and teal blues, warm browns

avg hours of sleep: 5ish usually 

lucky number: 27

favorite character: Sirius Black in the total fave, but so many others come close.

how many blankets i sleep with: 0-1. I overheat WAY too easily.

dream job: I have no clue at this point. A travelling tattooist could be pretty fun though


I tag @rxmxslupin, @whenifeedthetree, @so-madsup, @the-broken-paper-girl, @of-padfoots-and-moonys, @dammitsirius, @bookishsirius, @quinlyandreveries, @ghostducky, @call-me-za, @bloodyinspiredwerewolf, @nachodiablo, @ravenclawolfstar, @sirivs-bl4cks, @canisconstellation, @siriuslestrange, and whoever else feels like doing this!! 

anonymous asked:

i want to drop in and say that your writing is very beautiful and just lovely to read! i see nothing wrong with writing purple prose at all!! its pleasant to read your threads on my dash! what might you recommend for people who want to improve on their writing?

ahhhhh this is such a blessing to read, my angel. it means the world to me that you love my writing and you like to read it, but it means the UNIVERSE to me that you want to seek my help in improving your writing. 

basically, what i do to improve, is i read!!! i read mostly poetry, because that is my absolute FAVORITE thing to read / write, even going through the poetry tag on tumblr helps inspire me !!! some authors (rather than poets, if you want poetry recommendations, i can definitely give them!) that i look to for inspiration include: shakespeare, donna tartt, virginia woolf, & nobokov, but i tried to read a little of everything. 

also, some of my tips will very for what characters i write. for newt, what helps, is also reading about animal justice, doing research on the 1920s, etc. i used to write light yagami, and what helped improve my writing for him is reading into religious text & philosophy. learning, reading, and practicing are really what’s going to help define and strengthen your writing because you will learn what works, why it works, why you find it appealing, etc. like certain sentence structure or a metaphor that stands out to you, or the way dew is described. 

i guess how my writing has evolved has a lot to do with practice, inspiration, my own personality / what i want for my writing, aesthetic, and just a desire to create. everyone has a different method in what inspires them and what drives them, though. i really encourage you to explore yourself and find which parts of yourself and which parts of your life you want to display through your writing. or examine your writing right now and see what it says about you, analyze both it and yourself and you will find concrete ideas in improvement.

but really, i believe that the best writers set a mood and it’s so thick you could cut it with a butterknife. it depends on what mood you want to set, and how you want to achieve it that also make you great. it’s why i love film more than i love books admittedly, i like how seemingly different elements come together to form something that gives you such a strong affliction. and the best directors / screenwrites are those with the clearest style : wes anderson & quentin tarantino immediately come to mind. as well as kubrick.

HOWEVER i really suggest that you take inspiration from everywhere: from novelists to poets to screenwrites to tumblr pictures to mythology. inspiration really bleeds into motivation and you need motivation (which will become discipline if you want this enough) to practice and get you writing to where you want it to be.

it takes so long. i’m still on my way honestly, it’s a long journey but i love where it is leading me. and i can’t wait until i can develop and publish novels of my own imaginary worlds and characters and creations some day. good luck on your adventure, anon, the world could always use more writers. you will have such beautiful writing if you don’t already, never give up. you can do this and i have all the faith in you darling <3 thank you for liking my writing and sending this to me, i hope it helped you !!!

anonymous asked:

(Hearing God anon) So what I have interpreted from the tag and links, is to read the bible more often? Is there anything else I can do besides that that can help? Don't get me wrong I am trying to be stronger in my faith by reading the bible when I can (which has so far been never, darn you school). But I'd like to listen to more options if I can

Hi friend,

That’s the best way I know. After all, you’re wanting to hear Him, and the Bible is God-breathed:

All Scripture is breathed out by God and profitable for teaching, for reproof, for correction, and for training in righteousness, that the man of God may be complete, equipped for every good work. - 2 Timothy 3:16

Does anyone else have any more advice on hearing/listening to God for this brother/sister in Christ?

All my love,

S. 

asmalltigercat  asked:

heeeey so this is kind of a random (and possibly dumb) question, but I've been wondering for a long time so I'm hoping you can help me out - what does the 'eternalsterek' tag mean? I think it must have started up when I was on a tumblr hiatus so I missed how it came about, and I see it a bunch but I've never been able to figure out where it came from or what it really means or references.

Good question. You know, I’m not sure exactly myself.

I think the tag was already established by the time I really got into the tumblr fandom. My best guess is, it has something to do with how big the fandom has gotten and possibly involves some old wank within or between fandoms. I seem to recall reading somewhere a while back that too much anti-Sterek stuff was getting into the #sterek tag, so there was a need for an alternative, so today #sterek is kind of generic and all-encompassing, whereas #eternalsterek is more specifically positive/pro-Sterek content about the ship. But don’t quote me on that. I tend to be kinda out of the loop about a lot of fandom news, wank, and general happenings.

It could just be that posts get drowned more easily in the bigger #sterek tag, since all sorts of stuff even vaguely related to Sterek ends up there. I mean, I’m pretty sure that if you even mention the ship name in a post, even if you don’t tag it, it ends up in the tag. #eternalsterek would then be a way to siphon off content that’s more deliberately about loving Sterek and creating original content for that ship. That’s why I’ve started using it when I post new fic, anyway.

Maybe some of my followers can confirm or correct me on this one?? Any Sterek historians out there? 😉

Yuri: Nope, don´t remember, didn´t happen.

or also:

Viktor: We had a dance that night! YOU ASKED ME TO BE YOUR COACH!
Yuri: Nope, don’t remember, didn’t happen.

you: 2016 sucks

me, an intellectual: The Year of 2016,

it is,

in fact,

A Good Year

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So anyway in case there still are bakushima fans that aren’t reading acceptance and denial by @kisecchinosedai do a thing and go read it I’m in love with that fic

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I wanted to save this for a milestone, but…what the heck, why not? Let’s have a follower appreciation dice giveaway! ♥ This one will be followers only, for y’all who’ve stuck with me so far. Thank you so very much!

Winner will receive one standard polyset of dice, valued at $15 or under, from anywhere on the internet! Feel free to ask for help picking out a set you know you’ll like. I’ll also pay shipping.

Rules:

  • Must be following me! That’s a given. New followers also count!
  • Do not tag your reblog as “giveaway,” it can lead to the notes getting messed up and no one wants that.
  • Likes and reblogs both count for an entry! You may reblog as many times as you like.
  • You can get a THIRD entry by submitting a picture of your own dice to my blog! (One entry per person this way.)
  • Winner will be chosen by RNG on May 31st, 2017
  • You MUST have your askbox open and MUST be comfortable giving me a shipping address.

**This giveaway is not affiliated with tumblr in any way**

my dash is always dead so if you post anything on the list below, like/reblog this and i’ll check your blog out

  • fall out boy
  • all time low
  • blackpink
  • jacksepticeye
  • pewdiepie
  • mystic messenger
  • haikyuu
  • yuri on ice
THINGS TO ASK YOURSELF AS YOU’RE MAKING A NEW OC: a guide.

I’ve realized a lot of my oc’s are one hit wonders – they stick around for a month and then everything that can be written feels like it’s been tackled, the passion dies, etc. It feels like, as I trudge into the second month, I’ve locked myself into a box. How do I revive them? Can I revive them? What are the problems I need to solve? This is literally just for me to have something to look at as I’m building a new character – a list of do’s and don’t’s I’ve put in my pocket along the way – but if it helps you, feel free to reblog! 

  1. Can my character be written year round? Will I lose inspiration as the seasons change? If the character is holiday or mood specific, what can I do to make sure I’m still interested during those times of year that opposite it? For example, I’m a person that really gets into Christmas. If my character is Halloween or horror-based, what can I do that will stop me from dropping them when I wanna write things cute and jolly? What can I do to make sure they are as flexible as myself?

  2. Am I into the character itself or just their aesthetic? I need to be 100% into my muse so that I can write them in any situation – preferably tons of situations. If I remove my character from their mainverse, will I still be as interested? Am I more into my world building than I am my muse? If so, what can I do to fix that? First and foremost, I need to set their story to the side and focus on their core. 

  3. Am I setting myself up for writing the same thing over and over again? It’s bound to happen, but am I paving the way? For example: does my character have a secret they will inevitably end up sharing 1,000 times? Can I handle that? What should I do to prepare for that? Should I put a limit on how many threads I hold in my mainverse? Should I make my mainverse a singleverse and if so, in what verse will I interact with the majority of other writers? Brainstorm. On paper or to a friend. 

  4. Am I just doing this to force myself out of a funk or am I really passionate about my muse? Passion gets me the furthest; it’s the requirement of requirements. On another note, am I taking things too seriously? Am I worrying too much over how they will be received? Am I worrying too much over whether or not I’ll drop them? A little worry is okay, a little worry is recommended, but I tend to talk myself into the ground if I let it consume the character building process. I must remind myself this is just a hobby and anything is worth a try. Even if it fails – it’s worth a try. 
Spy/Agents

Your otp are both secret agents. What a calamity. 

  • Who whispers the Mission Impossible theme tune on an actual mission, who shoots them a look of upmost disbelief. 
  • Who is the new recruit who always manages to do something wrong, who rolls their eyes but helps them in secret, never taking any of the credit.
  • When your otp have children, who tells them stories of all the missions they went on, who interrupts with “then I swooped in and saved the day!”. Bonus: “thats not what happened, don’t listen to them” “ummm yes it–” “you were unconscious literally the whole time.” “…you make a good point”
  • When your otp, who aren’t together, end up trapped in a very small space together (air vent etc) who suggestively wiggles their eyebrows, who repeatedly bashes their head against the wall and cant believe their bad luck. 
  • Who’s the brains, who’s the muscle. OT3 bonus: “Wait what does that make me?” “you’re… well, you’re you.”
  • Who makes funny faces behind their boss when their next mission is being explained, who is trying really damn hard not to laugh.
  • Who takes their job very seriously and seldom shows any emotion let alone smiles, who’s the joker and makes it their mission to entertain them. 

Requested by: anon.