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bellarkeselection · 4 months

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It’s About Time

Request from Wattpad mackleann Kayce or Lee ( you pick ) where the reader is a family friend who comes to help with the cattle branding. The pair confese their feelings and get teased by the bunkhouse gang

Driving my truck underneath the Yellowstone Dutton ranch sign I pulled the vehicle to a stop just beside the main house porch. I opened the door seeing that the area of the ranch was already set up for the branding the next morning. Getting out of the truck I shut the door seeing somebody riding up in the distance. “Well I didn’t expect to see you here this weekend.”

Whipping my head around a huge grin masked my face seeing Kayce coming up to me on his horse. “I don’t know why you’re so surprised.”

“Maybe because I thought you’d be busy. But I am awfully excited to see you.” He began dismounting his black horse comic over to me with wide open arms.

Rushing towards him I laughed, throwing my arms and legs around his waist. “You better be excited to see me, Dutton.”

“Hey I said that I was you crazy rascal.” He chuckled at me while I was hanging off his arms. Kayce was struggling to keep me from falling on the ground.

I had been a close friend of the family for years. I had been there for the family when Evelyn died and when Kayce had gone off to serve the Navy. I had somewhat of a relationship with each of the Dutton members, but Kayce and I were closer. He finally sits me down on my feet getting my boots dirty. “You better be nice to me. You know I can kick your ass.”

“Oh yeah. Which one of us has training?” He teased me, tipping his hat slightly to me.

Putting my hands on my hips. “It doesn't matter. I know how to throw a punch pretty good.”

Kayce stared down at me since he was slightly taller than me. Honestly most people would say we were always attached to the other hip. And it wasn’t a lie. I’d basically lived my entire life on this ranch.

Kayce went over to his horse leading him to the barn by the reins. “Does my dad know you’re coming here this weekend to help with the branding?”

“I’d expect so. Why did you have plans to skip?” I asked him to follow him to the barn.

He shook his head. “Nah. But your company will sure make it better.”

Together we left the barn and went straight for the main house. He held open the door for me, hanging his black hat on the wall while doing so. Walking through the living room there was a fire going and I could see someone sitting on the couch. “What made you stay out late? Daddy told Gater to wait.”

“Well it wasn’t because he wasn’t hungry. He just had someone keeping him occupied.” Leaning over the back of the couch hair in my face I whispered in his sister’s ear.

She sat her glass down, turning around to me. “Did you finally take her out there in the barn?”

“Beth!” I scolded her, feeling my face beginning to turn red.

Her younger brother cleared his throat. “We aren’t dating and you know that.”

“Rip and I may have beat around the bush when we were kids. But he knows he’s mine. Everybody on this ranch knows who is with who. You two ain’t any different.” She crossed her arms on the back of the couch.

Tapping my foot on the wooden floor I tried to remain calm about this. I didn’t need it to be painfully obvious that I had feelings for him. I didn’t want to ruin the relationship we have if he doesn’t feel the same way. But Beth had a different mind than everyone else. She knew what words could sink someone into the ground. “I’ll think you’re wrong. Now did you say Gator had dinner?”

“Walking away just means we will have this conversation later, Y/n.” She called as I walked into the dining room.

Pausing in my tracks I holler back to her. “No it doesn’t, Bethany!”

Kayce eyed his sister but had nothing to say to her. He dropped his hands down at his sides. The young Dutton knew he felt something for the girl who walked around his family home like she was always meant to be there. Maybe because he’d seen her around his whole life. She had always been a Dutton in his eyes.

“Kayce, I’m going to have dinner in the bunkhouse. See if I can beat those boys at poker if you want to come with me.” I called from the kitchen, grabbing my jacket and a to-go bag of food that Gator made for me.

He turned his head in my direction. “Yeah sure I’ll come.”

“Don’t have too much fun you two.” Beth chuckled at the two of us watching us leave going to the bunkhouse.

By the time we had got to the bunkhouse we could hear them yelling and half the alcohol was almost gone from the fridge. Sliding in on the empty seat next to Ryan he smiled in my direction throwing his desk of card’s down. “Look who decided to join the party. The future mr and Mrs. Kayce Dutton.”

“Oh not you guys too.” I rolled my eyes not expecting them to be on it with Beth.

Colby fixes the deck, dealing me and Kayce each a hand to play in their new game. “We can’t help it if you make it so obvious.”

“What’s obvious?” Jimmy asked from his bunk.

Teeter, who was fixing herself some dinner from Gator spoke up, removing the spoon from inside her mouth. “They clearly want each other just like I know my baby wants me.”

“I am not your baby.” Colby replied to her.

She smiled, turning back to her food. “Stop lying to yourself baby.”

“I didn’t think you had a thing for her, Kayce. I just thought you two were really close friends.” Jimmy entered the conversation.

I moved my gaze to the center of the wooden table not saying a word. Shifting the deck of cards in my hands I really wanted them to stop with the teasing. But Jimmy clearly couldn’t read the room correctly, bless his heart. “We are really close and that’s all.”

“But they are burning to be more.” Ryan made a kissing sound into my ear.

Kayce hit his fist on the table. “Will you stop talking about that!”

“Ohh he’s getting all embarrassed.” Jake, another ranch hand, joined in pointing his index finger at him.

Kayce hit the table again. “I swear the next person who teases us will see me fly over this table.”

Jake, Colby and Ryan about lost their shit at that statement all cheering like he had just admitted he had feelings for me when he really hadn’t. Raising my hands up I sighed finally saying something. “Can we just get back to the game?”

“She’s still avoiding the moment.” Jimmy spoke up.

Kayce raised himself up to his feet stomping over to Jimmy. He grabs him by his shirt getting in his face angrily. “That does it! What did I say a few seconds ago, Jimmy.”

“Woah, when did poker become violent?” Lloyd came out of the bathroom shortly after Walker did. Both confused at what was going on here.

Forcing myself up from my chair I stomped over to the fridge throwing it open. “Cause I apparently can’t get a beer around here with all these gossiping girls dressed as cowboys.” I mocked them for drinking almost half the bottle of beer I had taken from their stash.

“Well then let’s start this card game.” Walker sat down in my chair and thankfully there was no more conversation like that when Kayce let go of Jimmy. He left the bunkhouse leaving me with the boys and Teeter for the rest of the night which made me think maybe they had gotten underneath his skin over something.

The next morning was crazy for everyone even though we had everything set up. Coming out of one of the tents we had set up I halted in my tracks seeing the blonde that had hit a rock after an animal protest talking with him. Summer I remember her name to be. “I don’t think this place is right for you.”

“Oh don’t worry. Once I get out of here I will leave. Besides I can sense somebody doesn’t care much for me being in your company.” She turned her head slightly seeing that I was glaring at the pair.

Kayce turned his attention to her, quickly walking away from her side. “See you around, Summer…what’s got you so angry?”

“I’m not angry over anything.” I crossed my arms over my chest.

He tilted his head. “Really cause you won’t make eye contact when you’re angry. You also hug your arms to your chest when you’re angry. So what made you upset?”

“I think I should be asking you that more than you asking me after what happened last night. You bailed on me Kayce, why?” I questioned the young rancher trying to figure out why all day but nothing came to mind.

He blinked a few times with silent passing between us. “I didn’t like what they were saying about us.”

“It was just teasing right or do you have feelings for me?” I blurted it out letting my curiosity get the better of me when it came to what he thought.

Kayce stepped closer to me reaching up with his hands to cradle my face. “I didn’t like the teasing because I wanted to be the one to tell you myself. But now I say fuck it.”

“Kayce-“ He cut me off short, pressing his lips down onto mine and after that point everything suddenly stopped. Throwing my arms around his neck I brought him closer, deepening the kiss.

He moved one hand into my hair tugging on it a few times. I moaned into the kiss, finding this is better than I could have imagined. Like we were always supposed to be like this together. “I told you, boys.”

“Wait a second.” I broke the kiss recognizing Beth’s voice.

Kayce kept one hand on my wrist when I remained close to his chest seeing that Ryan and Colby were standing off to the side with her. “What the hell did you have them do?”

“We bet her ten bucks that the teasing last night wouldn’t work.” Ryan reached inside his jacket handing her some money.

She took it from his hand proudly walking past us to go find Rip. “They lost obviously. It’s about time you two finally saddled your horses together.” Kayce and I shared the same shocked look but shortly laughed with huge smiles on our faces at the well thought out plan she had achieved.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

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saintmeghanmarkle · 12 days

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ELI5 please- their finances by u/ocean_swims

ELI5 please- their finances Why do I keep seeing comments speculating on how broke they are? They're not broke. He is a blood prince, he will never be broke. He inherited from the Queen Mother, The Queen, his own mother, and they're signing deals worth hundreds of millions of dollars. They live in a mansion, they travel all the freaking time, they stay in swanky hotels, she's dressed in tens of thousands in clothing and jewellery. He even still rides horses and plays polo, not looking like he's lost a day of practice. These are not the pursuits of the skint. They're loaded and will always be loaded. And while I understand he's lost money pursuing lawsuits, the only reason they keep going is because they can easily afford to. And I'm sure she accepts freebies from brands but, that's not because she can't afford her own stuff, it's because she's greedy and entitled as a "celebrity".Why is everyone convinced there's no money? They're hustling for more, yes, but I think that's because they're obsessed with wealth and status. It's all just a flex to show they will never stop getting speaking engagements, tv shows, book deals, etc. They never have to worry about money and it's bugging me to see comments acting like they do. It's the rest of us who are living paycheque to paycheque, choosing heat or eat, wondering what to do if we get ill. These grifters are swimming in £££s, unfortunately. Not a single penny of it earned. So, ELI5...what am I missing about their financial situation because the rest of the sub seems convinced they're about to start busking?! 😂 post link: https://ift.tt/DJegirV author: ocean_swims submitted: April 13, 2024 at 03:31PM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit disclaimer: all views + opinions expressed by the author of this post, as well as any comments and reblogs, are solely the author's own; they do not necessarily reflect the views of the administrator of this Tumblr blog. For entertainment only.

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kellykswift · 2 days

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But Daddy I love him - analysis and why I think Taylor reveals the real WB in it.

*Disclaimer: This is only my personal opinion. I respect the Native American culture and my intend is not to offend anyone when linking Taylor to Lakota.

If you wanna skip to the part about WB, scorll to the end ;=)

Something that stood out for me was the shape / design of the lyrics of BUT DADDY I LOVE HIM

The lyrics are placed inside a triangle shape, which could represent the Lakota symbol. (it could also be a sandclock and 2 triangles but lets go with the lakota)

Its the Lakota symbol for Sun-Earth Connection. The inverted triangle on top symbolizes the stars and/or the Sun. The triangle on the bottom symbolizes earth sites. The Lakota strongly believe that there is a powerful connection between the Sun and the Earth.

It’s also believed that there are still earth and star maps, but they’re kept secret and rarely shown to others that don’t belong to the tribe. This is because these maps mark some of the Lakota people’s most sacred sites in the Black Hills.

The question is: Why Lakota, whats the connection? I get that Karlie is the sun but since when does Taylor have connections to Native American tribes? Well I googled Taylor + Lakota found something else from 2018:

Taylor Swift Denim Shorts by Madewell | POPSUGAR Fashion

Taylor wore an Elizabeth and James Lakota-T-Shirt in 2018 in London, before her REP concert.

So we got the FIRST Betty / James connection here. Karlie is Betty. Taylor is James.

This is form 2018. It’s a pride shirt. But we didnt know that Taylor was James back in 2018 .

But lets get back to the lyrics of BDILH. I think the first part is a conversation she is having with TS the brand.

I forget how the West was won

Well If you believe this is a reference to history then the answer is: a combination of exploration, settlement, conquest, and economic development (the discovery of gold for example). In conclusion: the west was won (taken) by white men. So Taylor makes it very clear in the first sentence. This is a song about power and money regarding TS the brand.

Too high a horse for a simple girl to rise above it

The phrase also implies a sense of determination or resilience, as it suggests that despite the challenges or obstacles. Taylor (the person, not the brand) is still striving to overcome them and rise above the situation.

They slammed the door on my whole world

The one thing I wanted

So white men, Sarahs and Hannahs (the heteronormative environment, also known as hetlors) forced Taylor to stay in the closet, because a queer Taylor woulnt make as much money as the straight Taylor Swift brand. Nice. I would be pissed as well.

Now I'm running with my dress unbuttoned

Running with a dress unbuttoned could symbolize feeling exposed or unprepared, as if one's defenses or usual barriers are down. I guess what she tries to say is that she never learned to speak for herself but something has changed (she met Karlie / or wanted to come out) and all of a sudden she needs to find a way.

Screaming "But Daddy I love him!"

I don’t think this has anything to do with her asking her dad for approval. I mean sure, maybe Scott didn’t accept her but I think she tried to point to Ariel – where this quote is from. The theme of love's power to overcome obstacles and the courage required to follow one's heart.

I'm having his baby

This could be a metaphor for : I am coming out

No, I'm not, but you should see your faces

Exactly what she said.

I'm telling him to floor it through the fences

But she wants to take action - maybe an agreement between her and her management?

No, I'm not coming to my senses

This is not a phase

I know he's crazy but he's the one I want

I am not gonna change. I love her.

So the next verse is interesting. I think she is having a flashback to an earlier situation, where she fell in love with a girl (maybe Emily?) and she didnt do anything because she was too young, too much of a good girl or simply scared.

Dutiful daughter, all my plans were laid Tendrils tucked into a woven braid Growing up precocious sometimes means not growing up at all He was chaos, he was revelry Bedroom eyes like a remedy Soon enough the elders had convened Down at the city hall "Stay away from her" The saboteurs protested too much Lord knows the words we never heard Just screeching tires and true love

Now she is back in the present and she is not scared anymore. So if she cant be with this person (Karlie) she will be the one who will take actions:

I'll tell you something right now I'd rather burn my whole life down Than listen to one more second of all this griping and moaning I'll tell you something about my good name It's mine alone to disgrace I don't cater to all these vipers dressed in empath's clothing

Uhh girlie is pissed about how they treated her back than. As she should! Fuck white old men.

There's a lot of people in town that I Bestow upon my fakest smiles Scandal does funny things to pride But brings lovers closer We came back when the heat died down Went to my parents and they came around All the wine moms are still holding out But it's over.

But also fuck her fans who defend her straighness like its the only thing that matters about Taylor. WTF. Anyways, she said it herself. Scandal does funny things to pride and brings lovers closer! Maybe so close, they write songs together and start a family?

Now I'm dancing in my dress in the sun and even my daddy just loves him

So the dress is not unbuttoned anymore, she is living a private live with her love (and the sun is Karlie), and eventually her team (dad) got around.

I'm his lady, and oh my God You should see your faces

Yes I wanna see those hetlor faces when she reveals that they are married with kids :P

Time, doesn't it give some perspective No, you can't come to the wedding I know he's crazy but he's the one I want

So this is basically giving hetlors the boot. They had so many chances accepting her and catching on. Instead they shipped her with men and defended her straightness.

I'll tell you something right now you ain't gotta pray for me

Oh.. and don’t forget to pray away the gay.

OKKK. so now the interesting part about WB.

Me and my wild boy and all of this wild joy

She uses wild twice. Pretty uncommon for her. But Wild boy could be WB. the real Willam Bowery.

He was chaos, he was revelry If all you want is gray for me Then it's just white noise, and it's my choice

This could be about her beards and how her fans only want her with men.

The gray part is the opposite from colors - screaming colors - rainbow colors.

But I guess she doesnt care anymore and she does whats right for her and Karlie (and their family).

anyways, I am usually not doing analysis and maybe this is 100% incorrect but I' ve tried :P

#taylor swift #william bo #kaylor #there is a 2018 betty and james connection #but daddy I love him #tt #ts ttpd

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sea-dukes-assistant · 10 months

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I, too, have constructed a fort of pillows and blankets (and bae, of course).

My very gay not girlfriend and I have decided to take our bullshit and move it somewhere else. This hellsite is getting increasingly more atrocious to use, and I personally am over trying to sort of re-invent this, unsuccessfully, as I try to move on from the trauma of the way I've been treated in this fandom for *checks notes* running a blog about a royal guy. It's inhibiting expression and not fun anymore. I am 37 years old and on my 2nd life. I am tired of holding back because I don't want to further be harassed, psychoanalyzed, insulted, told to end my existence in various ways, berated, scolded/treated like a little boy, talked to like I'm too fucking stupid to understand anything *cackles in above average IQ*, and generally disrespected for no fucking reason.

Also I'm getting more and more anti-Meghan followers who are not only lacking critical thinking skills, but are also hella conservative and anti-alphabet which, considering I fall into that category somewhere now, gives me Concern™. Sea Duke is for everyone, just like hockey and beer (unless you have Celiac Disease, then don't do that, I will drink it for you), even the horse piss Anheuser-Busch has branded Bud Light.

This will not be abandoned; I've put too much work into it to do that. Content will be even more sparse though.

If you would like to join me/us in this endeavor, I can send you invite codes for free dollars and zero cents; pls to message me. I'm not posting the link to my account because I don't want the crazy following it and killing what brain cells I have left. I told y'all I'd stay until this was no longer fun. Well, that time has come. This is no longer a happy place for me, especially since his death.

#it's exciting tho because there is no discussion of royals there #there's no Karens to yell at me for stupid shit #the 'royal fandom' does not exist and I can get a fresh start #royal fandom

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jackoshadows · 11 months

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Other than Stannis Baratheon and maybe various Starks, are there any nobles in particular who would likewise value Davos Seaworth’s brand of council?

I think the key five POV nobles (including one bastard) would value Davos Seaworth as a councillor/adviser other than Stannis Baratheon:

Jon Snow: Looks beyond class and gender to the person and what they are capable of doing. Shares similarities with Stannis Baratheon in terms of how to tackle the Freefolk and the threat of the Others - after Stannis learns from Davos' advice to him.

I am the shield that guards the realms of men. Those are the words. So tell me, my lord—what are these wildlings, if not men?” - Jon XI ADwD

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Daenerys Targaryen: Another leader who looks beyond class and gender and values the person. She would most definitely appreciate Davos' viewpoint of the smallfolk and being about the greater good.

Stannis learned about the greater good from Davos. On the other hand, Dany herself espouses similar views when she halts the campaign for the Iron Throne to stay in Meereen and help her people.

“Lord Seaworth is a man of humble birth, but he reminded me of my duty, when all I could think of was my rights. I had the cart before the horse, Davos said. I was trying to win the throne to save the kingdom, when I should have been trying to save the kingdom to win the throne.” - Jon IX, ASoS

“I was alone for a long time, Jorah. All alone but for my brother. I was such a small scared thing. Viserys should have protected me, but instead he hurt me and scared me worse. He shouldn’t have done that. He wasn’t just my brother, he was my king. Why do the gods make kings and queens, if not to protect the ones who can’t protect themselves?” - Daenerys III ASOS

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Arya Stark: The people's princess. A lot of her childhood is spend mingling with Winterfell's smallfolk, her arc involves living with the smallfolk and sharing their trials and tribulations. She would value the advice Davos gives her.

Tyrion Lannister: Tyrion is smart and ready to use trustworthy people and information to help in his goals and ambitions. He would definitely listen to Davos.

Bran Stark: Is young and also able to look beyond class and gender and would be appreciative of Davos. He does pushback a little when Maester Luwen or Ser Rodrik tell him things that he thinks is unfair.

Most definitely the likes of Samwell Tarly and Brienne of Tarth. Maybe for Arianne Martell - I can see her disagreeing with Davos in terms of policy, not because he belongs to the Smallfolk.

#asks

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kira-the-whump-enthusiast · 11 months

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“But That Horses May Not Be Stolen?" Bitch, There Were Never Any Horses in the First Place

Synopsis: Ciel is in for a very bad time :D

Content: branding, prison setting, self-sacrifice (or well it’s like after the fact), begging :D, false imprisonment (kinda not like in the legal sense of the word), shitty corrupt criminal justice system, also shirtless guy lmao

Tagging: @whump-in-the-closet @zillastar13 @eric-the-bmo @whump-queen

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Ciel stared at the crackling, rising flames in the furnace, rising like the pressure in his head and the unrelenting terror. He thrashed helplessly in the grip of the guards, but they only clutched him tighter.

He begged like it was for his miserable life. "Please, please, please, oh gods, don't do this—"

They'd sliced away his shirt and wrested his arms to his sides, turning his chest into the perfect canvas for the branding iron currently heating up in the smoky kiln at the back of the room.

A brand shaped like a snake with a severed head. A murderer's brand.

He wanted to beg them, Please, I didn't kill anyone, but he knew they would just laugh. And anyways, he'd confessed, willingly, even. (And despite it all, he'd confess a hundred times more, dip his hands into blood he didn't spill, stay in this prison for the rest of his life, if it would keep Amelot safe.)

Ciel heard a clink as someone picked up the branding iron, and his struggles resumed. He had to escape this somehow. He couldn't, he couldn't, he couldn't do this. Scars could fade, broken bones could heal, prisons could be escaped, but this? This would never go away.

His vision was starting to blur as sweat and tears dripped down his face. "I am sorry, I've—I've learned, I'll never do it again, I swear on the gods above—"

The guard with the branding iron put a finger to her throat, and Ciel instantly shut up. And he finally understood.

It didn't matter.

It didn't matter if he'd never commit another crime in his life, it didn't even matter that he was innocent. Because this wasn't about justice, it was about punishment, about power. It was about setting an example.

Even so, he wouldn't take this lying down. To the very last moment, he tried to free himself, even if it'd just make it worse for him in the end. This stupid hope was all that Ciel had left, and really, could it get any worse than this?

Don't say that. It can always get worse. It will always get worse.

But it was worth it. Even as the glowing, red-hot iron pressed into his skin, pried an awful scream from his throat, left the smell of burning flesh, his flesh, in the air like a disease. It was worth it. For their little sibling. He'd take any hellish torture for Amelot. Anything.

As long as they were safe and happy.

As long as he could protect them.

As long as they could see the sunset and still smile.

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AN: Ahahaha I am definitely able to do a writing :D Pls enjoy I know I did <2 (Ciel did not)

Also do I even have to say Amelot is definitely not happy or safe rn :)

Oh also Ciel uses he/him in a nonbinary fashion

Btw tysm Troy for the great idea! :DDD

#whump #whump writing #whumpblr #branding #tw branding #prison whump #self sacrifice #begging #ummm do I have to tag this anything else #my writing #my ocs <2 #oc ciel #I dont wanna be too broad in case this spills into non whump tags #anyways ahahahaha this was so fun I procrastinated on my homework so hard by writing this #the title is like. a reference to that quote from some 17th century British guy #‘men are not hanged for stealing horses but that horses may not be stolen’

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shantalanadevil · 1 year

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Ok, I am doing this on Tumblr as it's long and I don't think Twitter is the right medium for this size.

First to mention - KP was and still is the first and for now only serialized asian production that i've ever watched (excluding anime) and I have never been part of the kpop fandom.

Maybe because of that I don't understand the fandom's obsession with scheduled live events promoting a brand or a product for artists.

And the belief that if an artist isn't doing those, then nothing professional is happening in their life and the company that they are signed on isn't working with and for them at all.

As I mentioned I'm not familiar with the other players in this market. But I do remember last year, when I started being interested in KP, reading multiple posts that the other companies in Thailand don't have the best environment to work in. And that was said quite loudly.

And everything i've read, seen or heard from the artists in BoC has been very positive towards the company. Even when they don't have to, like with instagram comments or multiple interviews about them discussing the environment there.

And believe me, I've listened to enough interviews and i've written enough answers for artists to know that there are ways one can express displeasure without saying it directly. Or even staying neutral.

Is there any data or information about how much artists make from such commitments, which take multiple hours and sometimes even the whole day? Or is there any relevant data that's such activities actually help significantly promote them longterm?

To be clear, I'm not saying trents don't help. I do definitely think, if an artist has a product to promote, that they are valuable. And am all for getting a bag of money in exchange of 1 day of work.

But in the case of Barcode (as he is the one I mainly follow), the only long time we didn't see any work related activity is in 3 weeks of March. After that he shot at least 3 YT programms for the company and is working on music with Jeff. And before that he wasn't posting on his YT or TT at all, which I count as mainly his channels, not the company's, so that tells me he maybe didn't have the energy for that? With school, the tour and then the military camp.

So my question is, why are advertizing activities for other brands the only way some fans will accept that a person at a company is working?

Even their superstars Mile and Apo have like 2 per month at most in 2023. And if somebody believes that they can't get more and trend every week, then there is no point in even having a conversation.

Sometimes this reminds me of a group of rabid Taylor Swift fans on Twitter who are so chart obsessed, that anything that isn't the biggest hit of the year, is being criticized by them as being a wrong professional move by her.

So can anybody explain this obsession in this fandom with live sponsored events as being the only and main way ccompanies should work with their artists? Is that valid for all Asian artists? And accepted as normal?

And I can't fail to mention the hilarity of somebody saying stay in your lane and accept criticism while they have posted their personal opinion on the internet and other people have the right to comment on it.

I have no horse in the game and am not a BoC "fangirl", as with any company or individual there are ways I think they could be better, but do have opinions. 😁 And questions about these schedules, as this is the part I really don't get. Thus this post.

#kinnporsche #barcode tinnasit #be on cloud

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veliseraptor · 1 year

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AU: Xue Yang dies of his wounds when Xiao Xingchen brings him to coffin home. His spirit remains to haunt it.

just made the biggest 👀 face at my screen reading this eyyyy. also no spoilers but I know of a thing that might be relevant to your interests. can't say any more about it right now though

cause oh boy! the possibilities here! like the obvious question right off the bat is "why doesn't Xiao Xingchen just take care of the obvious haunting problem, that's what he does for a living/hobby, there's a restless spirit and he's going to lay it to rest one way or another" and for an answer I have mostly that either Xue Yang makes it hard or for some reason Xiao Xingchen can't bring himself to, or maybe both.

oh there is also "why does Xiao Xingchen stay if he doesn't have an injured person to take care of keeping him in one place and then gets used to being in one place and settles down" but that one's easier and could either be addressed by "he doesn't, but Xue Yang is haunting him rather than the house" or "he does, because reasons, and you know, living in a coffin house isn't really making himself comfortable and therefore it's fine, also there's plenty of stuff here for him to help with." including maybe now a brand new ghost.

so if that's settled my first question is if Xiao Xingchen knows who the ghost is and I think my preferred answer is "not at first but he does eventually." at first he just has this restless ghost of a man he failed to save.

and the thing is that I don't actually know if Xue Yang is angry, per se. I mean, he is, inasmuch as Xue Yang is ever angry, but on the other hand this is approximately what he expected (dying young and violently) and he's not terribly upset about the ghost development (kind of neat, actually), and now he has the bonus entertainment factor of haunting Xiao Xingchen who at least initially is feeling bad about not saving his life which is just hilarious and Xue Yang is absolutely going to exploit.

of course, this is assuming ghost Xue Yang has that kind of clarity and awareness, and I actually as I think about it am kind of enjoying the thought of a ghost Xue Yang who at least initially is like a wobbly baby horse. lots of energy and enthusiasm but confused and a little vague on the details and latches onto Xiao Xingchen like a duckling because there's a sense of familiarity. and he knows he doesn't like Xiao Xingchen but mostly in a petulant, poltergeist kind of way, because he doesn't remember why. which would also be some justification for Xiao Xingchen not banishing him, because he would I think be more inclined to try to gently coax a (mostly) non-malicious, not terribly threatening baby ghost into letting go on its own. particularly if he feels in some way responsible, because he should have kept this person from dying and if he'd successfully done that there wouldn't be a ghost problem at all to begin with.

meanwhile a-Qing is in full "just kill it already" mode, she's not a fan, she doesn't want a ghost around let alone to be sharing her daozhang-gege's attention with one

so that's the nicer version of this. the darker version has a Xue Yang who very much knows everything and is absolutely bent on haunting the shit out of Xiao Xingchen and possibly driving him insane. dealer's choice on how that works out for him.

anyway I'm all over the place with this, mostly because there's a lot of different places it could go and I like several of them, so take this as a random assortment of possibilities rather than, like, a coherent narrative

#conversating #irleughlivelyatalanteangodfan #aggressively headcanons #xue yang #xiao xingchen #xuexiao #the sad queer cultivators show

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Yeehaw! Woo, literally just finished writing this one. Yea, I am proud of the way the dumb joke at the end managed to work 😁😁

When the Cactus Blooms

26. A Horse with No Name

“Who’s this lad?” Scotty asked.

Chekov and Jaylah had come into the stables. A horse followed calmly behind them.

“Don’t know,” Chekov answered. “It was standing outside the fence.” He pointed towards the back of the stables and the pasture beyond.

“Hmm,” Scotty hummed. “Must have broken loose from somewhere during the storm last night. Seems tame enough. Any marks?”

“None,” Jaylah said. Jim had been teaching her the neighboring and common brands.

“It’s quite a handsome beast,” Scotty said. “Just followed you? Didn’t have to hand guide it?”

“No. She’s very tame,” Chekov agreed.

“Well, you get her some food and I’ll go see if Spock recognizes her. He’s got a good memory for that sort of thing. If he’s seen her in town he’ll know.”

Spock did not recognize the horse.

“What shall we do?” Spock asked Jim. Jim had come to see the horse as well when Scotty had gone looking for Spock.

“Keep her here for now,” Jim said. “She acts like she’s come from a good home. Someone will have to come along, missing her eventually.”

The horse spent a week in the pasture and stables with their own animals.

“Don’t forget to ask about the horse,” Jim called as Scotty and McCoy rode away.

“Yeah, yeah,” McCoy waved a dismissive hand over his shoulder and Scotty held back a laugh.

“Be nice love,” Scotty told him and bumped closer to him on the wagon seat.

They were headed to town. Christine and Uhura had made them a list and so had Jim. Scotty didn’t like going to town too often, he preferred to stay and work on the ranch, but the opportunity to spend time with McCoy away from everyone for a while sounded too good to pass up.

McCoy let the horses set a steady pace and turned to snatch a quick kiss.

“Len!” Scotty laughed.

“Had to get it out,” McCoy smiled. “Probably don’t want me doing that in town.”

“Might get looked at, true,” Scotty agreed with a smile.

“My, my! Look who just walked through my door!” A girlish voice called to him and Scotty grinned.

“Hello Gaila!”

“Montgomery Scott! I haven’t seen you for ages!” The saloon owner came forward to give him a hug. “How are you? What brings you to town?” Gaila took his arm and led him to a table.

“Supplies,” Scotty answered. “The ladies made a list.”

“And how are they? And everyone else?”

Scotty sat and chatted. He and McCoy had already loaded the wagon, and the doctor had gone to visit and collect a few things from Dr. M’Benga. Scotty had taken the task of checking around for the mysterious horse’s owner.

“Say Gaila,” Scotty began after they had caught up on the doings at the ranch, “had anyone been in who’s missing a horse?”

“Oh. Hmm, let me think,” Gaila looked up towards the ceiling and was quiet. “No. Can’t think of anyone. You’ve got one?”

“Aye. Quite a nice one. Lovely chestnut color, some white around the back and legs.”

“Well, if I hear anything I’ll send’em your way. Is that Dr. McCoy?”

Scotty looked up to see McCoy enter. He lifted a hand and waved.

“Hello Ms. Gaila,” McCoy said as he took the seat next to Scotty. “Any luck?” he asked.

“No one is missing a horse,” Scotty told Jim as they unloaded the wagon. “Gaila said if she hears anything she’ll let us know or send them our way.”

“Well I suppose it’s no bad thing to keep such a pleasant animal around,” Jim shrugged.

“Did you find Trébol’s owner?” Chekov came around the corner of the stable. Jim handed him down a sack, and Chekov grunted at the weight.

“Who’s Tribble?” McCoy asked.

“Trébol,” Chekov repeated. “The horse.”

“What kind of name is Tribble?” McCoy asked, making a confused face at Chekov.

“You named her?” Jim asked.

Chekov blushed.

“It didn’t seem right to just keep calling her ‘the horse.’ So, Trébol.”

“Tribble?” McCoy said again, skeptically.

“Trébol,” Chekov said.

“I said that, Tribble,” McCoy stated.

“Not Tribble, Trébol. Because her one large marking looks like a clover.”

“What does a clover have to do with this?” McCoy asked, stopping what he was doing to look at Chekov. The young man’s face had gone red again.

“In Spanish! Trébol is clover! Her marking is clover shaped.” Chekov stared at the doctor, his look nearly exasperated.

“Oh,” McCoy said. “Trébol. Yeah, guess that’s fitting.” He grabbed a bolt of cloth Uhura had asked for, and began to walk for the house. “Tribble,” he muttered under his breath as he walked. He gave his head a shake.

Scotty and Jim gave each other a look before shaking their own heads and getting back to work.

#yeehawgust #day 27 a horse with no name #star trek #montgomery scott #leonard mccoy #pavel chekov #james t kirk #gaila #the trouble with trébol #yes dumb puns #when the cactus blooms

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Shakey Sundays #10:

Living With War

(Rest assured Fair Reader, we'll get to this photo and its relationship with the album in question in good time; for now let's just wonder if Neil, on the right, is wearing blush or if he's blushing because he's just been seen associating with Stephen the Hutt, on the left. Again, we'll get there in good time! Now, on with the post...)

The teenagers I teach, who are all pretty awesome, arrive knowing almost nothing about modern events. Wait, they say, there was a war in Iraq? Are we talking about, like, recently? Were we alive? Wow. Dude, what'd you say? There were like two wars in Iraq? Were we in them? Iraq's a country, right? Who won?

Well, kids, no one won. But hundreds of thousands of people lost their lives. And millions are still suffering from the effects of the conflicts. And Iraq is, like totally, a country.

The teens come alive when you start to get into the details; I'm proud to stay pretty damn nonpartisan in the classroom but there's no way to teach these events without telling students the truth: the Bush administration lied. And I don't mean once. They lied over and over again for years. WMDs; links between Iraq and 9/11; government directed torture; death counts. And our country went along for the ride; we were so shell shocked by 9/11 that we, like totally, like literally, believed Iraq=Muslim + Saddam=Bad Guy therefore, War=Now.

Well not all of us bought it. I'm a very proud American and I did my patriotic duty by angrily protesting the Second Gulf War. I'm guessing many of you did too.

And when Neil Young woke up after years of shaggy dog Greendale story telling and Prairie Wind flatulence to rage against his adopted country's moral corruption, I felt relieved, proud and in sync with his anger.

Indeed, I'd argue that Living With War is a pretty cool chapter in Young's story. Not only was he right when he called us all out for being lazy and dumb, he also rehired his kick in the ass band from Eldorado and recorded everything with Ohio-level pace and boldness, writing and recording the album in less than two weeks and getting it out and into our ears within a month.

And just listen to the opening track! Young finds his riff on Old Black, nods at his six-cups-of-coffee drummer and then sounds immediately and deeply alive, shaking himself and all of us out of our Bush beer garden of complacency.

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Cool, huh? It's almost 20 years later and George W. Bush's brand of homespun, ignorant evil appears quaint in comparison to the nonstop barrage of totalitarian terror being spouted on the campaign trail in and in the courts (seriously, if frozen embryos are now human beings why aren't refugees being welcomed with open arms and being offered all the jobs Americans like you and me rely on but refuse to do ourselves?) but I still feel pumped up when I listen to this song.

So why isn't the record a bigger deal? Why doesn't it shoulder its way into our thinking not just about Young but about that whole embarrassing era in our history? I'm afraid there are a few pretty good reasons why.

For one thing a lot of the writing sucks. In the earnest and almost soulful Roger and Out Young rhymes no words in the first verse, then decides to go big and connect "way" with "today" in the second verse, then shrugs and sets "today" alongside "yesterday" after that. This is coming from the guy who once wrote "roads stretch out like healthy veins, and wild gift horses strain the reigns." Come on Neil, confer with a dictionary.

One spot where the lyrics come alive in the upsetting and enjoyably silly The Restless Consumer. Check this frantic song out:

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You can hear in the song that Young assembled a 100 person choir for this record and spent one 12 hour day teaching them to sing along with his best crazy grandpa voice on lines like:

Don't need no TV ad Telling me how sick I am Don't need to know how many people are like me Don't need no dizziness Don't need no nausea Don't need no side effects like diarrhea or sexual death

Roger that, Neil. When I see you live in April with the Horse (yes, I've got tickets, gods be praised) I promise I won't scream out from my cheap seats in the back about any of these topics you mention. But I will scream. Lots.

Another shortcoming on the record is Neil's unwillingness, or inability at that moment, to destroy and thereby uplift the songs with his own lead guitar.

Stroll through his wacky eclectic career and there are nearly no constants: one moment he's making violent computerized pop, the next he's impersonating Willie Nelson. By 2006 he had 40 years of proudly obstinate inconsistency under his belt. But Neil, at least when making band-oriented music, had - almost - always used a rhythm guitar player.

First there was Richie Furray and He Who Shall Not Be Named because he sucks.

(But that guitarist does appear, as we noted at the top, in today's opening photo from the Living with War era. You see, that's not Pizza the Hut standing with Neil in the image; it's You Know Who, or maybe we should call him You No Poo; Neil had a tour planned with Crosby, Satan and Nash long before he wrote and rushed out Living With War; then he foisted the record on them for their summer tour together; Stills was unimpressed by it all and complained a lot, probably because he'd voted for Bush in the first place and knew that the only people who still bought his records were dumb asses who'd followed his lead in the voting booth.)

Then along came Danny, Nils, Ben, and Poncho (and even Steve Cropper and the kids in Pearl Jam and Promise of the Reeled in Flounder). Occasionally, such as on Comes a Time and Old Ways, Neil used not one rhythm guitarist, but instead about 16 of them. He idolizes Hendrix but rarely tries to be him.

Living With War is, like the killer Eldorado, the snoozy Greendale and the confounding Le Noise that would soon follow, one of Neil's rare solo guitar attack moments. And, on this occasion anyway, it's a mistake.

Neil heard the album's basic tracks after his rushed and passionate recording session (he'd later release those first takes on their own as Living With War - In the Beginning) and knew there simply wasn't quite enough music to go around. He'd been too busy teaching the songs to the drummer, bass player and himself to remember to shred.

He could have summoned Poncho and given the whole project another week. He should have. Instead, he got all Bernard Shakey on us and brought in not just the 100 piece choir, who must have spent their 12 hour session alternatively inspired, snickering and baffled, but also a trumpeter. And we're not talking about Miles Davis and Don Cherry here.

Instead, it sounds like Neil stopped by the local high school, plucked the third chair from the marching band, then played slow enough to let him try, and fail, to keep up. Take a listen.

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Even the choir and drunk trumpet weren't enough to entirely salvage such songs. You'll hear in the video above that Neil also brings back Re-ac-tor era space warfare sound effects and mixes in sound-clips of the Dubbya himself. This whole song and, for that matter, the whole album, is silly, inspired, simplistic, drunk and awesome all at once.

Sound like all the ingredients we need for another Shakey Sunday.

#Youtube #neil young #george w bush #iraq war #9/11 #living with war #shakey sundays #stephen stills sucks

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There's Another Girl For Him PT 2

Part 1

Monica confronts the reader and asks her about Kayce. The reader doesn't know what she is talking about but starts to be conflicted with what her heart is saying

Tying the saddle straps on my horse it had been a quite morning for me. John would need my help for a few hours when they had to round up the cattle in the south side of the ranch. Brushing the mane of my horse I heard footsteps entering the doorway of the barn and I was a little surprised at who it was. Monica was standing there and the reason I was worried is because I have actually never seen her come into the barn. She usually stayed at the main house porch just watching her son Tate from afar. “I feel like we need to talk about something. It has been bothering me every time I watch you and Kayce together when you talk and everything.” Sitting down the brush that I had in my hands I held onto the end of my hat I faced her not understanding what she was talking about exactly. “Uh yeah I guess. What exactly do you think is going on between me and Kayc?” I asked her crossing my arms over my chest trying to figure her out.

“I understand that you are best friends with him. But it doesn’t seem like it is remaining to be just a friendship. What I want to know right now is that are you trying or wanting to steal my husband from me?” She bluntly asked stepping towards me where we were almost pressed up against each other. Since we were the same height I wasn’t that intimidated by her at all. I didn’t for like she was ready understanding our relationship. I didn’t wear the brand but I was completely loyal to helping this place and would do anything. “Monica, I have no clue what you are talking about right now. He has been my childhood best friend. There is nothing romantic about us together. He’s married to you and has a son. You’re the one he chose not me..” She huffed sending me a dark glare turning on her heels leaving me so confused at what just happened. “We’ll figure it out because I refuse to have to share him with you. He is my husband not yours!”

Walking up the stairs it was after sunset by the time I was heading back inside the main house. John was following behind me shortly tying up his horse in the barn for the night. Removing my hat from my head I stopped in my tracks seeing that Beth was sitting in one of the chairs by the window with a glass of whiskey in her hand. “Come sit down honey. I feel like you need to talk with me tonight. I saw Monica confront you she was loud when I was talking with Rip.” Sitting across from her in another chair I slumped my shoulders not really sure why my feelings we’re deciding to confuse me now after all these years. Running my fingers through my hair I sighed mumbling under my breath. “I don’t understand why I am falling for your brother now…I mean I have had feelings for him but I always thought it was just a friendship bond. What do you think I should do, Beth?” She sat her dink down leaning forward placing her hand over mine where I locked gazes with her. “Embrace them like a true cowgirl. Take that rancher by the horns if you want him. Life is too short to wonder what if…hey little brother.” She waved causing me to spin around in my chair seeing him peaking around the corner where he entered the living room. “Hey Y/n, I was going to head up to the summer camp this weekend. And I was wondering…would you want to come with me?”

Comments really appreciated ❤️

#kayceduttonxreader #kayce dutton x fem!reader #kayce dutton x reader #kayce dutton #luke grimes #yellowstone tv series #yellowstone tv show #yellowstone tv #yellowstone request #yellowstone #yellowstone series #monica long #tate dutton #ask box is open for anything #comments really appreciated

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astronomical-bagel · 4 months

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what are your favourite things to see in dragon designs, or in worlds that feature drsgons? im curious :}

!! Well my friend gave me the new wof ‘guid to the dragon world’ book for Christmas so I am PREPARED for this question!!

one of my favorite things ever is just to see how a dragon is suited to its environment— not just wof, but all brands!! Drakes that have no wings but are expert runners, tundra dragons with different ways of dealing with the cold— with either fur or other methods which are barely (if at all) scientifically plausible. I just like the different types and learning them all!! As of right now I’m really biased towards tundra dragons bc i really like ice wings lmao, but I also love the variety possible with dragons living in the ocean— I mean, there are so many different kinds of fish to base them on!!

Mainly in dragon designs I like to see a mishmash of different animals combined with maybe a little bit of camouflage to their environment— for instance, if I were to make my own design for ice wings I might their talons a bit more like polar bear paws, while other ice wings might have tails like seals for markings like orcas. I like variety within a species of dragon, if you couldn’t tell.

and in worlds that feature dragons, I really like it when they go over their relationship to other animals or humans!! Are other animals of the same mental caliber to dragons? Can they have conversations with with a snake or perhaps a crocodile? Do the dragons discover any methods of communicating with humans? Do they become friends? I would love it if they became friends 🥺

(in fifth grade I obsessively read the equivalent of horse girl books but for dragons. Yk, girl meets wild creature, they understand each other, girls family says NO WAY but in the end the girl and the dragon’s bond is tested in some way and the family is like NVM it can stay) (I just realized I could have shorted this my like 100 words if I just said “you know, like how to train your dragon” but WHATEBER)

And of course, I love dragon culture. How do dragons dance? What do their instruments look like? I saw someone create a design for dragon puppets that I ADORED (can’t remember the name but if you loo through my ‘bagel loves dragons’ tag you should find it somewhere bc I went on a ramble in the tags LMAO). And what sorts of religions do they have as well, and how is it affected by their environment? In Wof, the Pantalans worshipped Clearsight bc of her prophecies, but in other worlds like totk (or going to a real religion like the Buddhist pantheon) the dragons are servants to a higher power! and oh I just like dragons so much. Sometimes it gets dicey bc there aren’t too many limits on what a dragon is (me and a friend of mine once got in an argument over whether something could have a dragon or dinosaur (not smth real, just art) because we have differing autisms and we both had to just sit down away from each other bc we were so unnerved by what the other thought), but anyways I just love anything dragons and it’s so hard to define what my favorite things on dragons are because I like them ALL!! It’s more easy to say what I don’t like (overly cartoony, implausible proportions, ugly colors. Also lots of cartoonists give dragons an insane underbite for some reason?? That one isn’t necessarily a dealbreaker but it confuses me)

also a little bit ago someone asked my about my hc wof au AND I PROMISE I DIDNT FORGET I just got nervous ❤️❤️ I will talk about it more later and hopefully I’ll have art but I want to practice other dragons first bc it’s been a hot minute

thank you so much for the ask, taco, I had so much fun thinking about dragons and I need everyone to know that I love them sososo much and they are always on my mind for ever and ever

#Even if I don’t talk about it for a long time they’re still in my brain.#honestly has anyone ever gotten dragon dysphoria?#Sometimes I’m confused by how my muscles work #bc I’m so much more accustomed to how dragons move and where they’re muscles are placed and whatnot #Its just me? Alright #astronomical asks #bagel loves dragons

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"oberon the dark, you said your name was...?" she approaches him after the festivities end, because that's the only time where she can catch him. "first of all, these are for you." she hands him a tranluscent wrapped bag, filled with bits and bobbles of different sweets. unfortunately only leftovers of everything she'd baked the night before. bits of fudge, clusters of granola and a few sugar cookies she hadn't been able to fit in her gifts for anyone else. he's sure to like it but she feels a bit bad she can't make anything specifically for him.

"happy day of devotion, of course." she smiles, then moves onto what she was really here for. "you called me your great great great......erm, many greats grandma. i'd like to know what that's all about...?"

"Yes, Oberon Dark! That's me; only the darke- Oh, are those sweets?!"

Hands clasp together and excitement bubbles to his shadowed surface as Caeda presents her gift. Owain switches up on her in a heartbeat, doing away with his deep and serious prose, and adopting the lighter kind of speech that is more natural to his tongue.

"Oh wow!" he exclaims, snatching the bag from his ancestor, "They're just like mother used to make...!"

"AHEM!" and again, he stops. The gears change; the hero comes back into full view. Instead of openly trying one of her treats he sneaks one into his mouth behind a turned back, and uses the opportunity to strike a dramatic pose. "So the curtain falls... The hero's origin, unveiled at last! With no other choice, I must make my grand reveal..."

"...For I am not the Professor Oberon Dark you know and love. No no, my true name... Is Owain!"

Boom. Hands fall over shining eyes, legs spread wide and arms fold into angles. All that is Owain is shown to grandmother Caeda, before again, he slips a cookie into his mouth. Spoken while chewing, the first half of this next bit requires a good ear to understand,

"And you are Caeda! The Caeda! The holy inquisitor sent from the heavens! The sacred queen of a steadfast heart! You're a hero, and within you sleeps an almighty blood. It was said that you could turn into an angel, that the sound of your voice swirled in its vigor and called horses to your side! With your mighty spear, Lightsboon Guardian, your reach extended into the hearts of men and plucked them into the pits of oblivion!"

Obviously, much of that is mistranslated. Whether it be time, the skewed eye of history, or Owain simply adding in his own dramatic flair, he speaks of a make-believe hero. And, now that he's getting to his favorite part, his smile spreads wide. The sparks in his eyes explode into embers, for their passion burns bright.

"And I too have this blood," he reveals, undoing the clasps of his vambrace and rolling up his sleeve. There it is, imprinted onto his skin in a reddish tan: the Brand of the Exalt. The symbol of his heritage, it means more to Owain in particular than most who bear its symbol. It exists for mother, to remind her that she is indeed chosen--that she is a hero. And though she may never have one of her own, she can rest easy knowing that her sacrifice to protect Owain's has cemented her as more than worthy.

No matter what great feat he accomplishes, or what far land he traverses, nothing Dark ever does will compare to that day.

"Behold! You and I are kindred souls, linked together by our shared heritage! Though our times no closer than the sand and snow, I am undoubtedly your great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandson!" And yes, that's the exact number of 'greats'.

He'd offer more of an explanation--maybe treat her to a cultural exchange as they try to forget about how their meeting is even possible--but the blonde is simply out of breath by this point. He's nearly spoken an entire novel, having to heave his breaths just to stay on his feet. But he can't help it! The figure of legend is before him, so he must put on his darkest display and let her see just how excited he truly is.

#IC #ASKBOX #ARCAEDA #//teehee now it's my turn to deal with the time shenans ask

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tempest-loupnoir · 1 year

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Horses originated in the Americas and their ancestors were thought to have disappeared 13,000 years ago. But there’s proof in soil samples collected in the tundra by the Cana Foundation that horses were still present up to 5,000 years ago. And the plants and animals that evolved alongside them benefited from their presence.

And there are tribes of indigenous people who have verbal histories of having horses before the Spanish brought their mounts to the Americas.

We’re already lost some breeds of horses forever, in our lifetime, like the beautiful and uniquely marked Abaco Barb.

Horses and donkeys are wanderers. They don’t rip up the roots of the grass they graze on, tear it with their hoofs like cloven hoofed ungulates, or stay in one spot and eat until it’s barren. They move. They nip off the grass tips. They dig for water, creating more water sources for rare species that can’t reach it. And, unlike cow manure, their manure is not toxic to the environment, or to people. Deer (gross fact warning!) pick through manure for seeds that haven’t been digested.

There are herd management strategies that, while they do impact the horses’ socialization some, it does not affect their health or their herd structure (darts that sterilize mares for a year or more). There are ways to manage wildlife without disrupting or destroying it forever. Cattle guards can keep horses off of main roads, and help roads drain.

Yet the Bureau of Land Management has removed thousands of horses from their herds, stuck them in pens on taxpayer dollars, branded and castrated them, left them with no room to run or shelter from the sun, and sold many to slaughterhouse kill buyers. I just recently found out that the Steens Mountain wild horses of Oregon are killed if they have blue eyes, and a double dilute cream gene, like Cremellos and Smokey Creams just because of an outdated superstition that blue eyes are more prone to eye diseases and blindness (fact: they are not, and the BLM has been senselessly murdering healthy, adoptable animals that might have been More desirable because of their unique coat colors! Also, blindness does not mean the animal is suffering or incapable of adapting to its environment! Look at Endo, the eyeless Appaloosa who has the Guinness World Record for championships won by a blind horse!)

The BLM has also considered brutally sterilizing mares by (trigger warning!!) ripping out their ovaries with an invasive wand and leaving them fend for themselves. A surgery that would be dangerous and super painful for a domestic horse to recover from, let alone a creature that is naturally afraid of predators like humans and is ripped away from her family in a strange environment. Stress contributes to mortality. Horses die in roundups every year.

End of trigger warning.]]

If you want more information, visit SkyDogSanctuary online, or The Cloud Foundation, or any number of rescues, and wild horse photographers who have been documenting herds for decades. They will tell you what the news will not.

I’m just sharing these graphics because I thought they were pretty and fascinating. I am not an expert. Nor have I allowed myself to read much because I have seen more than enough grisly

#horse history #bureau of land management #mismanagement of wild equines #tw surgery and death mention. Political article linked #rant #too angry to look up sources right now #Sky Dog is the source of the information about blue eyes horses being killed #the Cloud Foundation was the source about cruel mare sterilization

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There are as many forms of love as there are moments in time 🪷- Character pairing, tell me somethings about yourself and pick a fandom and gender preference and I’ll ship you with someone <3

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hi hehe, i really wanted to ask you to do this sooo…

i was a prep in hs y’all i am so sorry… i danced (specifically ballet), ice-skated, and did horseback riding lmao. now, i still dance but more for pleasure than for competitions, and i also almost always have my nose in a romance novel. i love dogs, tea with milk and honey, and i’m almost always writing something (as you know hehe).

stranger things pretty please bc i wanna stay on brand <3 don’t necessarily have a gender preference, i’m demi so i tend to just like who i like!

kiss kiss kiss! thank you if you end up answering this <3

- angel 🧸

Of course I’m gonna answer, how busy do you think I am?

Don’t answer that, the answer is always never too busy for you <3

I think Robin, slowly collecting the preps and turning them to the geek side.

She loves that you dance, she loves how comfortable you feel in your body and around her. And she definitely plays piano, and she’s good at it. So once you have your way too small apartment together she helps you move all the furniture out of the way and she’ll play something sweet for you and just watch and adore.

I also have the firm belief that she is a horse girl that never got to realize her full potential. You take her to the farm one day and she doesn’t know what to do with herself. She helps you take care of everything that needs to get done and her favorite part is giving the ponies carrots and sugar cubes. She loves it but shes also terrified when they do that flappy thing with their lips. “Babe, it’s chasing me, it’s chasing me.” “Rob, it’s in its stall, you’re fine. Stop teasing it.” “I’m not it’s- Ah! Take it, take it!”

She loves making tea for you, like loves it loves it, snd she loves bringing home new types and flavors for you both to try. (And while she’s at the store she picks up books for you purely based on the covers)

And if you get a dog together it’d be one of those really cute little ones, like a papillon and she’d think it’s so cute and tell everyone Papillon means butterfly in French because she likes to brag about you and her puppy 💖💖💖

#angel🧸#dell’s moots #della celebrates 100

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I have an fcg vignette prompt! The hells cast polymorph on him, and he gets to spend quality time as a cute lil animal.

I am *SO* sorry this has taken so long, Anon. Things have been... rough here at the House of Travii. But I have your vignette!

"Fresh Cow Grass"

In good spirits after their victory on Jiana Hexum's behalf in the Heartmoor, Bells Hells arrived back on the outskirts of Jrusar and returned their horses to the Rapid Path Stables.

"I still don't think that horses have souls," Fresh Cut Grass was saying as they were leaving the stables. "Or any animals, for that matters."

"Of course they do," Imogen replied coldly. "Just because you're not certain about your own doesn't mean you should just dismiss that animals might have them."

"Oooh... remember when you were turned into a turtle?" Laudna said, her voice brimming with glee. "You were alive, then! Perhaps Imogen could try turning you into another animal, and then you could tell us what it's like!"

She immediately seized Imogen's arm and shook it in her enthusiasm. "Come now, Imogen, give it a go!"

"Doesn't FCG get some say in this?" Orym asked doubtfully.

"Well, I have been kinda wondering ever since that night," FCG admitted. "I didn't really have much of a chance to think about it, what with the Nightmare King trying to kill us, and then running away from the Moon Tower and Dorian falling on me and-"

"See, he wants to try it!" Laudna said, talking over FCG at the end and waving away Orym's protests.

"Why not just ask Fearne? I mean, she turns into animals all the time," Imogen pointed out.

"I think it works differently for me," the faun said thoughtfully, twirling one long ear. "I just sort of change my outside, but the ME-me stays the same."

"The ME-me?" Chetney chuckled.

"Yeah, you know. I don't stop being ME just because I'm a wolf or a snake or whatever. I just look different. I think what the Nightmare King did to Letters was different."

"That's a good point," Ashton commented. "I agree with Laudna, we should see what happens. And better to try this when we're in control of things so we're better prepared for next time. Gods fucking forbid there IS a next time."

"Well, if you're okay with it, FCG, I'll give it a try."

"What are you going to turn him into?" Orym hopped up onto Ashton's shoulder. "A turtle again?"

"Ummmm... well, I don't know if I can actually select the shape, but we'll see-" Imogen lifted her hands, concentrated hard, and pinkish-purple energy swirled around her and then swept toward Fresh Cut Grass...

... whose body suddenly became much larger and much broader...

... and the Hells found themselves staring at a strangely golden-coloured cow.

For a long moment, there was silence, and then Orym was unceremoniously dumped off Ashton's shoulder when the earth genasi doubled over in a fit of uncontrollable laughter. Laudna was also shrieking with laughter, almost stumbling into Imogen, who was staring appalled at the cow.

"Well... that's different," Fearne said matter-of-factly, but even she was grinning widely, while Chetney approached the cow and began poking and prodding at it.

"Huh... so he's actually a flesh and blood cow, and not just a really big automaton version of one. I wonder if he bleeds?"

Orym hastily interposed himself between the gnome and the cow. "Let's not find out." He turned and looked over his shoulder at the cow, who was now poking at the grass by the trails with its muzzle.

"Hey, Letters... you okay?"

The cow began munching at the grass, looking both thoughtful and stupid at the same time.

"I think he's fine." Ashton barely managed to get the words out between gasping laughs. "Oh I wish we had that stupid thing that Hytroga had where he was capturing pictures just so we could have a record of this."

Imogen, Fearne, and Laudna approached the cow and were patting it.

"Well... he seems to be okay," Imogen said slowly. "At least he's not freaking out."

"If we were to brand him, you think the brand would stay after he changed back?" Chetney wondered.

"Chet, could you maybe come up with ideas that don't involve maiming FCG in some way?" Orym said in exasperation.

"At least now he'll know what taste is like... though grass isn't really all that tasty," Laudna pointed out.

Imogen pulled an apple out of her pack and offered it to the cow, who looked up at her, sniffed disdainfully at the apple, and went back to eating grass.

"So how long does he stay like this?" Ashton asked, wandering over and leaning against the cow.

"Um... I'm not sure. I don't think it's permanent."

Orym sidled over to Imogen. "Did you intend to make him a cow?"

"Originally I was going to make him a horse, but I was worried that if he bolted, we'd never be able to catch him. Cows are a lot more relaxed... unless Chet does something stupid and makes FCG stampede or something."

Then they saw Chetney stooping under the cow and reaching for its udders and both shouted, "OH SHIT NO-"

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