#Patrick and his horse

[chiropteracupola]

Mr. Patrick Augustine Harper, horse trader and gentleman.

#em draws stuff #em is posting about sharpe #sharpe #patrick harper #SEE HIM LOOK AT HIM #writing this post while tired so. simply be looking at his cool purple coat and his cool gloves. Guyladfellow. #did not feel like drawing a whole horse so he Does get a hitching-post to stand with for the Symbolisms. #I remain obsessed with his book-canon middle name... splendiferous... #and also I am always so very pleased by the fact that he has what's pretty much a happy ending #(and I think the happiest ending that any of the chosen men get!) #living with ramona in ireland and doing dubiously legal Business :) (if anything happens to him in peril or challenge Do Not Tell Me) #(I Am Ignoring Those Two They Are Not Real To Me. Thanks muchly!)

[mokeonn]

the wonderful thing about being an artist is you can draw whatever you want forever

#simon says #my art #art #I was having a shitty day so tbh this was all I could really draw... #horse patrick bateman #I was in a comatose due to a headache all day and when it finally went away I shot up to draw this #my little pony #mlp #mlp friendship is magic #mlp gen 4 #mlp g4 #mlp fandom #doodle #cute #american psycho #patrick bateman #christian bale #horror #horror films #I did also decide what his cutiemark would be #I didn't draw it because I forgot lmao but I can just say he hides it bc it represents his true self #which is... not good

[psychedelic-ink]

y'all probably thought I was joking when I said I would write a web-slinger fic basing his face off of pedro and I was reading about him and I just learned that his horse was bitten by a spider too

i'm dying, it makes the scene between him and miles so much funnier to me and I don't know why

#sil talks.🎤 #patrick o'hara #now all i need is something resembling a plot and I'm good to go fgbgfb #i want to know the convos that take place between him and his horse #across the spiderverse

[webslingin-cowboah]

teehee . patrick o’hara

#wip #ponderosa parker #spider-horse #rider-sense #spider man #patrick o’hara #i love this guy where are his fans

[emmabluesky]

PatLef needs to begin to understand that he can’t just go yapping about as he pleases. There’s no justification for those comments about Marion and their private life in general.

#julian alaphilippe #Marion Rousse #Patrick Lefevere #man needs to get of his high horse 🙄

[counterfactuals]

i DONT im looking for a very specific tiktok.

#it’s like ‘hi this is eminem if he recorded this month (march 2020) #[eminem voice] st patrick’s day im in Green…stuck bc of quarantine…gotta put my peen into horse spleen #im not doing it justice.

[alternativeulster]

more people need to know about irish mythology. it's just balls to the walls insane. if you thought greek mythology was wild let me introduce you to:

nessa and her 12 gay dads

queen medb cheating on everything and everyone, starting a war over a cow, ruining innumerable lives and then getting killed by cheese

fionn gets raised by 2 random lesbians

fionn kills a guy for stealing his girlfriend, drops the magic healing water several times on purpose

oisín goes to live in the immortal fairy land with his immortal fairy wife, misses ireland, comes back to visit, falls off his horse and fucking dies (may or may not have gotten in a fight with saint patrick before dying)

fuck them kids, they're swans now

guy accidentally gets job of "being the king's dog" at age 5, changes name to dog

#irish mythology #ulster cycle #fenian cycle #connacht cycle #fionn mac cumhaill #cú chulainn

[filthyslashertoad]

The Slashers & Miscellaneous Reacting to You Breaking Your Leg

Patrick Bateman(You already know)

Asks you if you want sparkling water, not painkillers, or comfort, just sparkling water.

If you're in a "relationship" with him, he may bring you his signed record from Huey Lewis and The News so you have something to occupy yourself with.

Michael Myers

Tries to avoid you at all costs because he feels like he might accidentally hurt you.

Even when you're sleeping, he'll sleep somewhere else during that time because he doesn't want to move suddenly and risk you injuring yourself more. (Sympathetic Mikey)

Pyramid Head

Just quietly watches you.

Brings you things that he thinks may help you or that you'll enjoy.

Leon Kennedy

Doesn't really know how to empathize with you properly because he doesn't want to come off as an asshole.

He resorts to sending you little Post-it notes and cards that have horse jokes on them. (Don't ask why they're horses specifically)

(Btw, Chris and Carlos suggested the idea)

Carlos Oliveira

Refuses to leave your side .

Tries his hardest not to cling to you.

He's a super sympathetic boy, so he somewhat blames himself for your injury and feels liable for it. (Pls reassure him)

Poly!Ghostface

Stu brings markers to sign your cast and while he's doing that, Billy is in the corner stressing and overthinking.

Stu draws dinosaurs and little skulls all over your cast, if you're lucky he may even draw one of your favorite horror movie characters, though it has to be labeled because nobody knows who it is.

Heisenberg

Tries to glamorize your cast by making a metal one that has spikes and different decals all over it.

It ends up being a nuisance and he almost stabs himself in the leg when he hugs you.

Hellboy

Keeps a close eye on you for the duration of your injury.

Develops a bit of an attitude when people try to bother you when you're resting or in pain.

Danny Johnson

Sends you dumb articles that loosely or have nothing to do with the fact that you broke your leg and when you ask him why tf he sent it, he just says, "I wanted to make your day better😊"

When he thinks that you're upset with him he shows up with a cast of his own and shouts "TWINS!!! NOW WE CAN GET BETTER TOGETHER."(No he didn't actually break his leg, and yes he will be using it as an excuse to be lazy)

Hannibal Lecter

Becomes your own professional nurse.

Nurse Hannibal is now at your service. Prescribes you any and all medication you need and gives you advice on how to heal as fast as possible.

Takes time off of work to take care of you. (It's not often that he gets to pamper people this way and he enjoys doing it for you)

#hannibal lecter #michael myers #michael myers x reader #stu macher #fluff #dbd #slashers #hcs #billy loomis #danny johnson #pyramid head #poly!ghostface #heisenberg x reader #hellboy x reader #carlos oliveira x reader #leon kennedy #resident evil #patrick bateman #american psycho #x reader #the shape #hannibal nbc #ghostface

[sugarplumz100]

ATSV characters with a short reader

ATSV (Hobie Brown, Patrick O'Hara, & Miguel O'Hara) x fem!reader

Tw: 18+, fingering, size kink, tiny hands/wrists, name calling, bj m receiving, (petite reader), and breeding kink

Hobie (⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠♪

Hobie is already very tall even to average height people.

Hobie would definitely tease you about it, call you pipsqueak and rest his arm on your head because he thinks you look adorable when you get mad.

Hobie is the kind of person to purposely hold stuff over your head so you can't reach, he'd only give it to you if you beg and/or give him a kiss.

He wants you to literally cling on to him 24/7 but won't ask because he doesn't want you to feel weird about it.

Hobie definitely gets turned on when you compare the sizes of your hands.

He won't be able to stop thinking about how much smaller your tiny hand would look on his cock.

Patrick O'Hara (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)

Patrick would love to see you bond with Widow (I think that's his horses name).

Patrick thinks it's so cute when you try to get on but can't because of your short stature.

Patrick will bring you to his place to look at Widow and take her out for a ride.

Patrick stands there watching you, wishing that you would ride him instead.

Patrick is a gentleman so he would get anything off of a high shelf for you.

He may or may not stand around waiting till you need him.

Patrick likes to teach you how to shoot with his gun because he gets to see how small your hands are.

He gets to move your fingers and hand to the right place.

Miguel O'Hara (⁠　⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠)⁠☞

Miguel is damn near 7ft tall so even if you aren't even short no way your gonna ever be face to face height with him.

Miguel is touch starved so when you get affectionate he gets awkward, he doesn't know how to hold you.

Miguel likes when you straddle him because he loves seeing the difference in size.

Miguel can't help but just want to stuff you full of his seed and breed you.

Miguel doesn't joke about your height often but when he does, only he is allowed to do it.

Miguel will spoil you rotten, especially with heels because he likes the thought of you trying to be taller but failing to do so.

Miguel is a busy busy busy man so he will fit you under his desk while you suck him off and struggle to fit all of it into your mouth.

Don't worry his big fingers will be toying with your tiny pussy.

#spiderman atsv #atsv #atsv smut #hobie x reader x miguel #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara smut #spiderman 2099 #hobie brown #hobie brown x reader #hobie x reader smut #astv hobie #spiderpunk #patrick o'hara x reader #patrick o'hara #web slinger #webslinger x reader #webslinger #Patrick o'hara smut #itsv

[taurder]

(n) sfw

you didn't thought that patrick o'hara was going to be chatty or loud during any kind of sexual exchange, and you were absolutely wrong assuming that. he likes the simple things in life, just like the gunslinger he is he enjoys washing up his horse after a long week, cleaning up his guns meticulously, taking a cold beer in summer afternoons while watching some shitty reality tv show, and riding your cock until his thighs are shaking almost every goddamn night.

he's unstoppable once he gets his hands on you and he lets you know just what he's thinking. he'll say how much he wants to suck on your dick, just as his belt and knees drop to the floor, he'll swear and comment on how much he's already salivating and his words will only be half interrupted when he starts licking on it. he won't stop talking fully, making small pauses to let you know what he really wants. i can't wait to have this inside. i'm gonna ride you so hard tonight. i'm so horny, i could probably cum just by licking you.

and he has in the past, but lately he uses whatever self-control there is in him to actually stand up again while squeezing the base of his own length to stop himself from coming. you don't always let him go easy, sometimes stopping him by the shoulders so he won't stand, burying your dick back into his hot mouth, hearing him whine but also watching his eyes roll up when you start fucking into his throat.

if he really puts his mind and will into it he won't cum until you're deep inside his ass, he's a good boy like that. he'll move his hips and bounce his body rapidly just after having spend the least amount of time possible to prepare and lubed up his hole; spilling praise to your cock, your looks and hot body as he chases down his first orgasm. he will get tight around you, screaming your name as his seed paints both of your abdomens in less than ten minutes. then he will start picking up his rhythm again, moaning more freely now into your neck, probably giving lazy kisses in the whole area as his cock starts swelling again.

the second orgasm will be more violent, his eyes getting wet and his thighs squeezing you as his whole body tenses up and a line of yes yes yes yes yes falls from his mouth a little choked. when you take his hips and start thrusting up into him for round three patrick will be groaning, trying his best to keep bouncing for you, to meet your thrusts just to be filled more, and you'll tell him how good he is.

third climax for him means the end of loud noises, replaced by the casual exhale of air and whispered loving phrases attached with your name, along with more compliments to the way you fucked him. if you're the insatiable one for the night he'll even let you fuck him slowly into the mattress, pounding into his hole with your cum while he just enjoys the moment, letting you do the work now. so in most nights it takes three orgasms to turn a cowboy into a pillow princess.

still thirsty?

#top male reader #top reader x character #gn reader #sub character #submisive and breedable #atsv x you #patrick o'hara #patrick o'hara x male reader #web slinger #web slinger x male reader #sub patrick o'hara #sub web slinger #web slinger x gn reader #spiderman atsv #male reader #🌊 thirsty taur ❜ #🐗 anon

[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

The Dragon and the Rose {Part 01 of 03}

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x Tyrell!Reader

Chapter word count: 1.4 K

Summary: It was your first time visiting King's Landing, and you were expecting countless different things from such a journey... But you could never imagine you'd get the Prince's attention.

Next part (02) ->

{House of the Dragon Masterlist}

Fire Made Flesh

This castle was beautiful, a nice change of view. The smell of salty water, the sound of the waves in the dead of night... But the biggest difference is the atmosphere.

You got here in the evening, so you didn't get the chance to see the place too well before it was lit up by candles alone. But the sensation this place has, that you felt right away. Highgarden was light, easy, and uncomplicated... King's Landing is heavy, full of politics and dangerous people... And given the powerful family that sits on the Iron Throne, it couldn't be any different.

“I'm bored,” Leo speaks from his place walking next to you.

“Shh. Listen and pay attention,” the Septa whispers, and the kid gives you a very annoyed glance.

Leo, in all his five years of life, didn't want to go around the castle listening to historical explanations... Not when him, as do you, already know them all. He sighs, crossing his arms and walking angrily, stomping his feet on the ground.

You feel him. There is a lot you want to see and as guests of the King, you're free to explore the castle. But here you are, escorted by your Septa, listening to the stories she herself told you many times before.

“If you turn to your left, you will see-” The Meister is still speaking when what you predicted happens. Leo bolts off, giggling, running a bit too fast for his tiny legs.

“Leo Tyrell!” The Septa calls, just as your little cousin turns left and disappears.

There are two options. The first is your Septa trying to reach him, which won't ever happen, and the second one, the one you'll take, is yourself going after him and ditching this boring tour. “Don't worry, Septa, I'll bring him back.” You won't.

“By all the gods, go get him.” She exclaims, an apologetic look on her face. “No running!” The woman says just as you start to move.

“Then how am I supposed to find Leo?” You shout back, holding your skirts out of the way as you run through the castle.

Unlike in Highgarden, you have no idea where Leo might be going to. And the kids probably don't either. So you try to hear him, the footsteps, the giggles, and you do, for some time. But then, you have no idea where you're going, so you just look around and try to guess where a very curious boy would want to explore.

...And it doesn't really work. Soon enough, you're outside of the castle, walking through dirty, empty roads surrounding the castle. When you reach the stables, there are a lot of Tyrell men there.

“Sir Patrick.” You call one of your father's men. “What is this about?”

“My Lady.” He bows. “Your cousin Leo was seen leaving the castle on foot. We're going after him.”

That makes your bones freeze. King's Landing is well known for being a lawless city... And a little boy in expensive clothes running around alone... “Saddle my horse.” You say, and when Sir Patrick is about to protest, you raise a hand at him. “Don't. Saddle my horse.”

You're sure Sir Patrick would be right in every single thing he was about to say, but you won't let him speak fear into you. When your white stallion is ready, you pull yourself up, ordering the gates to be open. There's some resistance, but when they move, you rush right through.

King's Landing is a strange place. On your way to the castle, you didn't pay any attention to the place, not as for memorizing the path. So you just move by instinct, looking around, ignoring the people looking at you, a Lady in fine clothing on top of a white war horse, standing out in every possible way.

But you keep moving forward, until you're off the city, galloping up a dirt road, almost empty. When the people are replaced by men in similar clothes, you furrow your eyebrows, wondering where you're going. And if Leo would ever take the same path. “Leo!” You decide to call, going further up, ignoring whatever those men were saying. “Leo!”

It happens fast, so fast you don't even have time to catch your breath. The stone wall to your left ends, and in its place, a massive beast appears. The horse stops suddenly, standing on his hing legs and kicking the air as you struggle to hold on, almost slipping. “Hey, boy. Calm down!” You try to speak to it, but it's useless. The horse doesn't stop kicking, and when your hands lose their grip, you slide to the side. Lucky for you, the horse runs off the moment he's free, and you escape being crushed.

But now, you have bigger problems.

The beast, the dragon, is breathing heavily. Slowly, as slow as you dare, you sit up, raising your head to look at it. It seems agitated too, ignoring the men around it, trying to calm it down. The dragon has its eyes on you, and you know this is how you die. Burned by dragon fire... It'll be a good story to tell, at least. A dragon killed Lady Tyrell, as she looked at it straight in the face.

So, if this is it, you won't look away. Raising your eyes at the beast, magnificent, powerful... You face it, breathing deeply, waiting... It moves closer, lowering its head, and you notice when it breathes in...

“Ȳdra daor, Caraxes.” A voice suddenly speaks, and the dragon stops. The breath that comes out through its nose is only smoke.

Shaking, you turn your head to the right, to the source of the man who saved your life.

“Prince Daemon,” One of the men around the dragon says. “We couldn't stop him. She came out of nowhere with a horse and-”

“Gīda aōla.” He says, and the dragon swifts. Prince Daemon, with his eyes on you, walks over to where you're sitting, extending a hand. “Who are you, girl? And what are you doing here?”

Swallowing hard, you hesitantly take his hand, letting him pull you up gently. “I'm (Y/N) Tyrell... My little cousin he... He ran off, and they said he went into the town and I came after him.” It's hard to speak with his eyes set on you like that. “I'm sorry, your Grace. It wasn't my intention to disturb your dragon. I never came to King's Landing, and I was just trying to find my cousin.”

The Prince smirks, tilting his head to the side a little. “That's very brave of you, even more given this town's reputation.” Then, he gestures at the dragon. “Caraxes would be a quick, merciful death compared to what some people might want to do to you.”

Following the gesture, you look at the dragon. It has his eyes either on you or on Prince Daemon, you can't tell. “I agree, your Grace. Of all the millions of ways to die, dragon fire must be one of the best.”

“I see you find my dragon more interesting than me,” He says, a tone of sadness in his voice.

Blushing, you turn your gaze back at him. “Mm... A little.” You breathe out, embarrassed. “I've only heard of them, and seen some flying by a couple of times when a Targaryen has business near Highgarden... But from this close...”

“Do you wanna get closer?” He offers, and before you can remember any of the lessons you had from the Septa about modesty and prudence, you find yourself nodding.

“I mean... I'm not sure I can, your Grace. I already crossed a line ending up here.”

The Prince smiles again. “I'm offering, am I not?” With that, he takes your hand and pulls you with him towards the dragon. “His name is Caraxes.”

“He's beautiful.” You breathe out, making sure to stay just a little bit behind.

“Issa iā raqiros.” Prince Daemon says as you get even closer and the dragon lowers its head. “Sagon sȳz.”

“What are you saying?”

“To be nice towards you, since you're a friend of mine.” That makes you smile shyly. “Give me your hand.” As so you do. When Caraxes comes lower, Prince Daemon takes your hand and puts it on the dragon.

“He's hot!” You can't help but exclaim, feeling the rough scales under your palm.

“Dragons are-”

“Fire made flesh.” You burst out, then realize what you just did. “Apologies, your Grace.”

But when he looks down at you, he's smiling. “Don't. You're right. Va ñellyrty perzys... Fire made flesh.”

“Va ñellyrty perzys.” You try to repeat, but the old tongue feels odd in your mouth.

“That's good.” The prince says. “And it seems he likes you. I might bring you to visit him more times.”

It gives you hope. Hope of seeing such an amazing creature again... And hopes of being around the Prince a little more. “I'd like that very much, you Grace.”

#daemon imagine #imagine daemon #daemon x you #daemon x reader #daemon fanfiction #daemon Targaryen imagine #imagine daemon Targaryen #daemon Targaryen x reader #house of the dragon imagine #imagine house of the dragon #house of the dragon x reader #Targaryen imagine #imagine Targaryen #Targaryen x reader

[bordysbae]

reader taking the boys out to go country line dancing for rutger’s 19th birthday??

“save a horse ride a…”

rutger mcgroarty x f!reader

wc: 0.9k

warning: implied sexual activities

your boyfriend rutger was born in nebraska, so, to a certain extent, he has some country roots to him. one thing you’ve learned over the last 5 1/2 months is that he has a love for country line dancing. “okay ethan, you’re gonna tell him that you and the boys planned him a birthday surprise, and have him be blindfolded when you start getting closer to the place, okay? and then when he takes it off we’re all gonna yell surprise alright? don’t screw this up eddy, it’s simple,” you say through the phone on the way to pick up rutgers birthday cake.

“thanks for thinking i’m that dimwitted that i cant even follow a basic instruction,” ethan chuckles.

“what time are you picking him up? i know the rest of the guys are coming to the place in about 45 minutes, so maybe get him in about an hour?” you say, arriving at the cake shop in the midst of ann arbor.

“yup got it! thanks for planning all of this y/n, he’s gonna love it,” ethan reassures, knowing that you’re a little nervous about the whole thing.

“thanks eddy, i really hope he likes it. it took me forever to find a place, but thankfully i did and was able to rent it out. oh, and when we were visiting his parents a few weeks ago i swiped his cowboy hat, so i have that with me too! i’m really excited! all those times rutger tried to teach me how to line dance are gonna come in handy tonight. anyways i gotta get the cake, but text me updates okay?” you exclaim.

“yup alright, see ya soon y/n!” ethan says before ending the call. you then walk inside the shop and pick up rutgers birthday cake. currently you’re dressed in navy bootcut jeans and a tight white shirt, so of course you get a few confused looks as to why you’re dressed so differently than most college students. you ignore the looks, and after getting the cake you immediately make your way to the place that you rented out for tonight.

after setting up everything you need, the boys begin to start filing in, wearing the closest things they have to line dancing/country attire. surprisingly, for most of them it actually wasn’t impossible for them to find correct attire. eventually it’s time for ethan to be arriving with rutger, and he told you he just put the blindfold on him. ethan parks his car, and carefully guides rutger into the now silent building. “yo dude where are we? why is it like dead silent in here?” rutger chuckles. ethan then takes the bandana off of rutgers eyes, and you and the boys immediately shout ‘surprise!’

a huge smile forms across his cheeks, seeing all of his friends and girlfriend get together just specifically for him. you walk over to him and place his cowboy hat on his head, stepping on your tip-toes to place a peck on his lips. “happy birthday babe, i love you!” you say.

“thank you love! where did you get my cowboy hat? did you take this from my parents house?” he chuckles as he wraps an arm around you, taking in the fact that all of his friends are in country-like attire. “maybeee,” you say dragging out the e, “cmon we’re all going country line dancing since i know you love it! show off your moves babe!” you exclaim as you run over to the building worker, giving him your phone to use as aux. as you run back over to the birthday boy, ‘bow chicka wow wow’ by meghan patrick starts playing and you immediately start dancing with rutger, the other boys following in pursuit.

a solid forty-five minutes go by of just pure laughter and messy dance moves, and you all decide to take a little break to eat cake.

you’re all sat at a table towards the far end of the room, and you and rutger are sat next to each other. he then places a gentle kiss on your temple, “thank you for planning this, y/n. it’s the best birthday gift. and, i never knew you actually paid attention when i taught you line dancing!” he chuckles, making you smile.

“well, what can i say? when i have you as my teacher i’ll take any excuse just to watch you. even if you’re teaching me how to like dance,” you joke, making rutger scrunch up his nose.

“you’re so cringe, i love it,” he says before taking his hat off of his head and placing it on top of yours. you readjust it slightly and laugh at how ridiculous you must look. you pull out your snapchat camera to look at yourself, and that’s when an idea comes to mind. “you know what they say rut… save a horse ride a…” you begin to say, but suddenly you’re interrupted by mark. “ew y/n shut up! did you guys not realize that we’ve been sitting here silently waiting for you two to finish so we can keep dancing?” he blinks, making your cheeks go hot.

“y/n we’ll save that for later,” rutger winks at you jokingly, making all of the other guys groan and fake gag. “remind me why we decided to come again?” duker speaks up.“because you all love me,” rutger cheekily grins, making all the duker flip him off.

“whatever man, let’s just keep dancing. i think i’m getting pretty good at this,” duker says. “yeah, you keep telling yourself that man,” nolan says as he pats dylan’s shoulder.

#rutger mcgroarty #rutger mcgroarty imagine #rutger mcgroarty blurb #rutger mcgroarty x reader #hockey blurb #hockey imagine #umich hockey #michigan hockey

[blackcrowing]

Important Facts about Lughnasadh from an Irish Celtic Reconstructionist

Spelling and Pronunciation

OI. Lughnasadh (Loo-na-sa), sometimes spelled Lughnasa or Modern Irish Lúnasa. Not to be confused with other harvest festivals like Lammas.

Dates

Most reconstructionists celebrate Lughnasadh on July 31st - August 1st from sundown to sundown by the Gregorian calendar, while others choose to celebrate the transitional period between the months as they would have been by the Julian calendar (about 13 days later by the Gregorian calendar).

Traditionally this festival likely would have happened as the grains were ready for harvesting or possibly even when the wild bilberries were ripe (as some scholars mention that if the grains were not ripe they would still preform a ritualized ‘first harvesting’ but it is possible this tradition came after the festival was firmly tied to a calendar date.)

Importance in the Mythos

In the mythologies it is well documented that this festival coincides with Lugh’s funeral games in honor of his foster-mother Tailtiu, known as Aonach Tailteann. In the mythologies she is said to have died of exhaustion after clearing the plains of Ireland for agricultural needs. The first documented instance of Lughnasadh in the mythologies was in the Wooing of Emer, Tochmarc Emire, which makes sense given the importance of marriages at this time of the year. It is not known specifically but widely speculated that the curse of the Ulstermen by Macha took place at a horse race for this festival.

In later time periods it is common to see a form of struggle, normally between the ‘protective’ forces and ‘destructive’ forces. The modern equivalent being the struggle between Saint Patrick and Crom Dubh but this is likely a reflection of an early struggle between Lugh and Balor (which I previously mentioned in my info-dump on Bealtaine).

Celebration Traditions

Aonachs, funeral games, have (to the best of our knowledge) been a custom in Ireland since the bronze age and were practiced on and off into the middle ages. They had both personal and community functions and occurred in three stages. Stage one was the funeral proceedings themselves. They would last one to three days, likely depending on the importance of the individual in question. Mourning songs and chants were participated in by both the attendees and the Druids. The second stage was for proclaiming of laws. Aonachs were a time when universal peace between túaths was declared. The third stage was that of Cuiteach Fuait, games that tested mental and physical abilities. These games included the well known horse and chariot races, wrestling games, boxing, high jumps but also competitions in strategy, singing, story telling and between various skilled craftsmen.

It was incredibly common for marriages to be arranged and preformed during this festival. More well known ‘trial marriages’ (lasting a year and a day) were still preformed at this festival up until the 13th century. It is likely that the coupling occurring at this time of year had an effect on the relationship to births seen at Imbolg (which falls 9 months later).

MacNeill, a leading scholarly expert on the festival, notes that a ritualistic bull sacrifice was made at this festival and the bull would then be eaten. I could not find any definitive evidence to support the idea, but I think it was likely that bulls in general would be culled from the herd at this point in the year to supply the feast.

Art credit @ire-ethereal

#irish #irish mythology #celtic #irish paganism #irish polytheism #paganism #celtic paganism #celtic polytheism #pagan #celtic reconstructionist #celtic reconstructionism #celtic mythology #irish reconstructionism #irish reconstructionist #festival #fire festival #lugh #lughnasadh #Lughnasa #NOT lammas #Tailtiu #harvest #blackcrowing

[the-possum-writes]

Save a horse, ride a cowboy

❥Character: Patrick O'Hara (Web Slinger)

❥Fandom: Spiderverse

❥Tags: NSFW, gen!neutral reader, unspecified g*nitalia, PWP, sweetheart as a pet name

❥Synopsis: Imagine being new to the spider society and after meeting Web Slinger you're immediately smitten and whisper to yourself. "Uff, I wouldn't mind riding that cowboy to save a horse." And next thing you know he's got you cornered and say. "I heard you like saving horses."

❥A/n: I would've liked to write relationship hcs first but I would need to investigate more, so enjoy this P/with plot. 🤠

Never in your wildest dreams would you have imagined riding a spider horse beside a cowboy in a society of spider people, as if being bitten by a radioactive spider wasn't bizarre enough. The trip on his horse Widow is undoubtedly bumpy, but after talking with Web Slinger, he's been nothing but charismatic and charming, so when he offered you a ride, you were quick to accept, especially now that you're able to wrap your arms around this athletic build.

"First time riding a horse?" You tighten your grip on Web Slinger's strong midsection as his horse suddenly turns sharply to race on the underside of a staircase. If you played your cards well, your hands might "accidentally" slide a few times simply to run them over his abdomen.

"No, but in my world, horses don't exactly gallop across the ceilings." You cough and chuckle, trying not to look down as the blood rushes to your head from being upside down.

"It's just like any other horse. Though, you're going to have to grab on tighter for this part." even though his tone is stern, you get the impression he's smiling under his bandana as Widow dashed through plenty passageways. Web Slinger climbs off first and helps you down after noting how unsteady you are after the trip after a few dizzying jumps later Widow comes to a rest as you quickly reach at the location where you file for one of those multidimensional gadgets.

"How are you feeling, partner? Widow was just trying to show off; we don't typically provide joyrides." Widow neighs with a contented breath as Web Slinger apologizes.

"I'm fine; I just need a minute or two." Even though you feel as though the world is spinning, you can't really complain because you got to share body heat with this charming guy. Web Slinger may come off as stern and unwelcome at first, but he has been an absolute gentleman. He may make fun of you occasionally, but how can you be mad when it results in a hug?

"How about you take a breather while I fetch you some water, I won't take long!" and with that he pulls out one of his guns and web swings himself to the nearest vending machine.

Leaning against Widow, you take a moment to calm yourself down. You briefly close your eyes to gather your thoughts before Widow's mane hairs begin to tickle your nose. "Heh, you're really quite something, aren't ya girl? You stroke beneath her head and hear her let out a breath, "You're lucky to be his partner, I know I'd love to spend more time with him. Between you and me, I'd definitely ride that cowboy to save a horse," you chuckle softly to yourself, realizing how ridiculous you must look chatting raunchy topics with a horse. Web Slinger returns with a bottle of water, which he throws to you as you catch it with one hand, and you immediately stop talking.

He inquires, "Are you feeling any better?"

"Definitely, after talking to your buddy here, it helped." You lightly pat Widow's side.

"Oh? Is that true? Web Slinger briefly held Widow's head in his hands as if speaking to her, and from the sound of his voice and the way his eye mask moved, it appears like he is interested in what is being said. Which you hoped wasn't a thing.

You make a joke, "Yeah... she's very talkative."

He played along, saying, "Huh, good things about me I hope."

You didn't like the way his voice changed since it seemed like he was on to you, but you had no way of knowing, so you instantly changed the subject. "Anyway! I should get moving so Miguel doesn't come up and chastise me for not wearing a bracelet, hah! By the way, thanks a lot."

"No problem, you know how to reach me if you need help with anything else." As Widow begins a quick gallop, Web Slinger taps his bracelet and tilts his hat to say goodbye before you turn around and go your own ways. However, the manner he is holding the reins behind you causes him to stop moving, and Widow stopped moving when she felt what her rider was thinking.

You anticipated that it would be some time before you saw Web Slinger again, but to your surprise, he came looking for you right after you received your new, sparkly bracelet. In fact, you were tinkering with it when he arrived. He approached you from behind, coming up to you on foot, saying, "Looking quite fancy."

"Thanks Spider "Byte said it should help with the glitching and traveling," you say as you turn around to face him. "Speaking of which, where's that partner of yours?" you ask, referring to the horse.

"Widow is at the cafeteria, she loves the empanadas there, in fact you should try them sometime." Web Slinger mentions with a small laugh before pausing briefly. "But also, she wanted to give me some privacy so we could talk."

"And what do you wanna talk about that not even your horse isn't here? You two seem inseparable." you ask of him, but while you kept questioning it inside your head you didn't notice how there was less and less people around you two.

"Well you're right on that, you see, we were both bitten by the same spider so we have this mental link I call Rider sense," while the man gave his explanation you two turn the corner in a secluded hallway. "And let's just say a little spider told me you have a thing for 'saving horses~" he purposely blocked your left side with a single arm, leaning closer for dramatic effect. Back in your universe you recognize it as a kabedon.

The realization became apparent in your expression, even if you were wearing a mask or not. But there's advantages to being cornered, especially for a spider. "What can I say? I'm quite the animal activist." you lower your voice a bit, drawing him close enough to walk you fingers up his chest.

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Riding a cowboy can't compare to riding a horse, but they sure are similar enough. The wooden headboard cracks under the pressure of your grip as you hold onto dear life, you're lucky Web Slinger took you to a secluded cabin in his universe cause it's imposible to contain the unholy noises coming from you when bouncying on the mighty steed that is Patrick O'Hara's cock.

"Slingeeer...! Fuck..." you lower your hands to his bare chest, your fingertip twitching on the few hairs scattered over his pectorals.

"Patrick, the names Patrick." he tells you with a strangled grunt. Web Slinger's is currently laying on his back as you ride him senseless, even if that spider bite gave you inhuman strength this man still has your legs cramping as you keep up with his own speed, he helps you by firmly holding your hips with his bare hands like the leather straps on Widow's harness but instead it's to keep you steady as the friction between your joined sexes becomes slippery and heated. Normally you'd hold on for longer but there's something about the angle of his raw cock inside you, the smell of sweat and the insinuating creaking of the bed that has you coming close all over this cowboy.

"God, you're so tight-" Web Slinger struggles to regulate his rhythm as he reaches his end as you milk his needy cock. He immediately sits up to wrap his tan arms around you, ramming inside you desperately as he chases his own high.

"...Patrick... PATRICK!" the edge of your climax catches up to you and doesn't let you string out anything that isn't helpless whining.

You didn't think his voice could get any hotter due to that old timey accent but you're proven wrong when he comes inside you with an array of deep growls and breathy sighs, hearing your name in between a few whispers. "That's it, so good for me, fuck, FUCK." even though he stayed still for a while Patrick still held a nice hold on you, bringing you down with him as he collapses back into the worn out mattress and tangled sheets.

"So... what you think sweetheart?" Patrick asks , propping himself on an elbow as he gives you a lazy smile.

"Wow, just wow." you exasperate. "I mean.. It's been a while since I had this much fun during a joyride." you attempt to comb your sweaty hair only to find Patrick's hat on your head, tossing it away with a laugh as you forgot you were wearing that thing.

"Expect nothing less with me sweetheart," he traces his fingertips over the side of your body, enjoying the afterglow.

#Patrick O'Hara x reader #patrick o'hara #Spiderverse #web slinger #spiderman beyond the spiderverse #webslinger x reader

[rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me]

Seeing “requests opened” has summoned me from the dead😂

I’m still on the kick of a barrel racer reader but make it a short imagine with Sodapop or even hc

Soda gets jealous of the horse. That’s it, the horse is the one always getting pampered all the time and he knows it’s non-sense but it just happens still

Horse Jealous

A/N: Chini! Oh it's been so long, how are you? How are the horses? I sat on this one for a while and I know it's really short and kind of tacky, but I hope you enjoy it!

Sodapop tried not to roll his eyes and Y/N pressed more kisses to the stripe on Whiskey’s face, peppering kisses across the streak of white that cut through the rich brown of the rest of her coat. He was being ridiculous, he knew that, but that didn’t mean watching Y/N dote on their horse instead of him wasn’t bothering Sodapop.

“Who’s my good girl?” Y/N cooed, reaching to scratch at Whiskey’s ears, making sure to tuck their fingers beneath the straps of the bridle. “Are you my good girl? Is that you?”

Whiskey snuffled and swung her head into Y/N’s hands. She shuffled her feet and mouthed at Y/N’s arm, nuzzling up against them. Y/N peppered more kisses across Whiskey’s face and continued to speak softly, mumbling promises of sugar cubes after their run around the barrels and whispering quietly about other treats they’d give the horse after they finished running.

Sodapop couldn’t contain his huff of frustration. He scuffed his feet in the dirt and stuffed his hands in his pockets, looking anywhere but Y/N and Whiskey.

Y/N glanced back, fingers still absently scratching behind Whiskey’s ears, looking at Sodapop in concern. “Everything okay?”

“It’s fine,” Soda mumbled. “I’m fine.”

“You don’t seem fine,” Y/N pressed. Whiskey nickered softly, nudging at Y/N’s hands, but Y/N kept their eyes on Soda. “Tell me what’s wrong?”

“Nothin’s wrong.” Soda risked a quick look at them before dropping his eyes to the ground. “It’s just-,”

“Just what?”

“You just-,” he started again. “You ain’t gotta baby her so much, ya know? Whiskey’s a big girl, she’s fine by herself.”

Y/N looked at him for a moment and Sodapop could practically see when everything clicked together in their mind.

“Sodapop Patrick Curtis,” they said slowly, a smile curling on their face. “You’re jealous of a horse.”

“Am not,” Soda argued weakly. He was. Quite obviously. Jealous of a horse.

Y/N laughed as they pulled away from Whiskey, ignoring the impatient huffing from the horse, and wrapped their arms around Sodapop, pulling him in for a slow kiss. They tugged him close, setting a hand on the side of his face to keep him there as they kissed him again and again.

“You’re a goofball, you know that?” Y/N muttered between a few more kisses. “Getting jealous of a horse.”

Sodapop frowned around a kiss and gave them a sad look. “You ain’t gotta rub it in.”

“My goofball,” Y/N amended, flashing him a smile. “You want some sugar cubes too? Should I get you all saddled up for a run? Brush your hair and braid it all day?”

Smiling now, Sodapop pulled them into a hug, pressing one more kiss to their forehead. “I think a few kisses would be just fine, actually.”

Y/N grinned. “Can do, cowboy, can do.”  

#the outsiders #the outsiders headcanons #the outsiders hcs #the outsiders x reader #dillo’s writing #sodapop curtis #sodapop curtis x reader #zucchinisblog

[overseer-picard]

Apparently, this scene in Generations exists solely for one reason: to entice Bill Shatner into doing the movie.

The writers were literally like “hey cool guy, we know you love horses and we really really need you to be happy so we added a beautiful scene of you and Patrick riding horses. No, it has nothing to do with the plot. How does that sound?”

And Shatner was pleased but he wanted to use his own horses. No big deal, right?

Well, he made Paramount RENT his own horses from him.

Absolute outstanding move, Shatman.

#star trek #Star Trek generations #shatner #Jim Kirk #patrick stewart #this is my favorite scene in the movie actually #the music is amazing #and I love horses