#colton the horse

[mayorwhisper]

Flurry was singing to us!

[domesticated-feral]

From Colton's IG post

[unofficialdigby]

Happy birthday Colton! 

This smug horse gets his name from colt, or young male horse! He has the nature hobby and loves to relax under trees and smell flowers! He’s very skilled at writing about pickles (he has a food blog) and one day he plans to be a model! He loves black Kilimanjaro coffee, and his favorite songs are KK Chorale and Cafe KK! Wish him a very stupendous birthday, check it!

PS: His catchphrase of check it is likely a chess reference, making him the white knight in contrast to Roscoe being the black knight! 

[aclolitaproject]

The next coord in my Animal Crossing series is Colton

[lanechester]

Ok but the whole Davidson issue is really sinking in and.... what terrible people Gale and Denise are. Gale put the blame for her murdering her own husband on Cordell, for most of his life. And Denise, she threw the race, stealing the Walker home because she though Cordell was responsible and wanted him to lose something. If the Davidsons knew each others problems, the Walkers could've lived in peace holy crap

[stinkek]

[toomuchyawn]

Colton makes an appearance.

[rookthorne]

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐬

Returning home to your husband after a long day was always a blessing you were grateful for, even when he was an insatiable menace; for home is where your heart was, and your heart was always with him.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ☼ Farmer!Husband!Bucky Barnes x Wife!F!Reader

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ☼ 650

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ☼ Fluff, established relationship (husband/wife), implied spice

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 ☼ I am uploading this on an anniversary of a pretty traumatic event in my life, and I am using it as a reminder that it can be a good day, and to remind myself that things can be happy and full of good memories, too.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒔 ☼ State Lines by Novo Amor ☼ To Build A Home by The Cinematic Orchestra

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 ☼ @the-slumberparty's Week 4 Moodboard Challenge — Masterlist

𝑭𝑨𝑹𝑴𝑬𝑹 ☼ 𝒂 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒓𝒎.

𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 ‘𝐧 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

The sound of the countryside had always soothed you. The lows of the cows that scattered themselves around the fields, the bleating of herds of sheep while sheep dogs circled and herded them home; horses would often follow your truck down your driveway, too, but not today. 

It had been pleasantly busy down at the farmer’s market. People from all walks of life had flocked to your stall to get the best picks from your fresh produce – your most popular item on offer by far were your peaches, and the beautiful, sweet homemade jam made from them. The jars lining the table had disappeared quicker than you could stock them. 

Dust clouded your view from the rear-view mirror as you turned towards the farmhouse, and you sighed heavily with relief when you saw Colton standing by the steps. The stallion was watching your truck approach with bright, curious eyes, but he was still geared to the nines in working tack. 

You pulled your truck into its spot and killed the engine. The warmth of the air as you opened the door made you feel at home.

“There she is!” A voice called, and you looked over just in time to see Bucky walking out the door of your home, smiling widely, his hair mussed, and shirtless. “How’s my girl? How was the market?”

“Hey, Buck,” you said while you stared unabashedly at your husband. Bucky had evidently been working hard out in the fields with the cattle–and you thanked whoever had blessed the earth with the perfectly placed rays from the setting sun. “It was good. Busy, as usual.”

Bucky smiled happily and made his way over, pulling you into a tight hug and lifting you up so your feet left the ground for a second. “Missed you, Peach,” he murmured against your hair before kissing your temple. 

“Missed you too,” you hummed, a sigh of contentment leaving you. “How are Bessie and Bubba?”

The two calves had lost their mother a few weeks ago, and you had taken it upon yourself to care for them, with the help of the heifers that tolerated your company, and, of course, your meddling husband. 

“They’re good, dramatic and loud as ever,” Bucky replied. He grabbed your hand and led you towards Colton. “I just have to finish up out here and I’ll be inside.” 

Colton, the ever sturdy and calm stallion, was nosing at the kittens lounging on the porch, all the while ignoring the dogs bounding around his feet. “Mac, Lilo, enough,” Bucky called, and the dogs hastened to obey, tongues lolling when they settled at Colton’s hooves. 

“They don’t call us a farm for nothing,” you mused, and Bucky chuckled. 

The hat resting on Colton’s saddle lifted with Bucky’s grip, and was placed on your head–the snug fit, but perfect. “Y’know what they say, Peach, don’t you?”

You rolled your eyes and reached past Bucky to pet Colton’s neck. “I do, you horndog. Now go finish up so we can have dinner.”

Bucky saluted and started his trek to the barn a little way from the house, whistling to call Mac, Lilo, and Colton. “Here, c’mon. Bed time.” You were a ways up the steps to your front door when Bucky’s boots suddenly scuffed the dirt, like he had turned around to look at you, and he shouted, “You’ll be my desert, right?”

“Move your ass and I’ll consider it!” 

You laughed heartily while Bucky made a show of turning on the spot and jogging towards the barn, his hair flowing freely with the quick pace. “C’mon guys, get a move on!”

Your heart swelled as you watched them all rush to the barn, Bucky’s laugh carrying towards the house to envelop you like a warm blanket on a freezing night. The house the two of you had built suddenly felt all the more like a home than ever before.

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑  ⠄⠂⠁

⠈⠂⠄𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁

[animalcrossing-skye]

Following my liege around for the day

My island flag is a lion crest, because I originally planned on having Elvis as the king of Honeyshire. When I found Colton he was only supposed to stay until our true king arrived. Well, I’m going to have to change the island crest to a horse 😅 Colton is just the perfect airheaded prince that Honeyshire needed

[fanficwriterlover]

Safe With A Ghost

18+ Readers Only

Chapter 5 : Home is Wherever You Go

Summary: Jumping a year ahead in time, things have definitely changed since finding out you're pregnant and now welcoming a little bundle of joy into the world...but will you and Simon "Ghost" Riley be a happy family for long ?

What to Expect: Just find out yourself ~

Pet-Names: Pigeon & Little Lamb

Word Count: 2k

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A Little Over a Year...

Simon was holding your 3 months old baby, while you were sleeping peacefully in your shared bedroom. He heard the baby waking up from their sleep and decided to hold them and nurture them so they don't wake you. Both of you discussed that it would be best if you didn't work, instead you are a stay at home mom, at least until Simon felt comfortable and knew where he felt was safer for you. Moving you out into the country side, on an acre property. It was something you both always wanted. A place far from bustling streets and war. Just the serene peacefulness of nature around you along with a couple horses that you begged Simon to allow you to have since it was a dream of yours since little. He rocked your toddler in his arms in their nursery, it was cozy, you both kept the color neutral deciding on a subtle green because you both didn't know the gender, wanting it to be a a surprise. To both your surprises you had a healthy boy. You named him Colton Riley.

Despite Simon's original doubts and fears of having a child, especially a duplicate of himself. Seeing the little bundle after the birth and hearing him cry out was a whole other level of adoration. If you thought loving you was impressive his love for your son was far more. He would kill anyone that hurt your little boy, and he'd be damn to let anyone bully your son. Your son was safe for sure. No doubt. Simon patted the back of your toddler "Ease bugger, don't wanna wake you mum. She's been working hard looking out for you." He speaks low and gruffly. After his mission several months ago, he told Price he'd be focusing more on his family unless they truly needed him, and he meant that seriously. As promise Price hasn't needed Simon so far it was peaceful just being home at your side and your son. But he knew it wouldn't last. After his last mission of General Shepherd betrayal, the Shadow company and then finding out about Makarov. He knew that nothing was going to last, especially when Laswell gets her hands more on Makarov movements. As of now, he has been extra cautious and General Shepherd has gone off grid. The CIA has been scrambling to do coverups and also reinstate a new general in command. For now Laswell has been leading the reins which made things a little flexible. After 141, Los Vaqueros, and Ghost team, Simon enjoyed just being Simon with you and their son. He felt himself more, a deep part of him kept Ghost under lock and key until he was needed again. But having the little bundle in his arms really made him not dwell so much on those matters, as you would tell him to focus on right now before their son in a blink of an eye be all grown up. He chuckles patting the baby, adjusting him onto his shoulder as he stood walking around the room encouraging the toddler to fall asleep after feeding him.

You woke up seeing Simon in the nursery, as he was holding your 3 month over his broad shoulders. The toddler looked so tiny in his grasps as Colton had his head nestled into his black top. You speak softly "Already getting him ready for his nap I see" you smile softly. Simon turns to look at you give a soft gaze with his face mask on, showing his tustled dirty blonde cropped hair. He glances at your son's sleeping figure on his shoulder before speaking lowly "Buggers easy to knock out." You walk over rubbing your son's back, Simon's eyes watching you intently as you touch the baby rubbing around in circular motion. Looking up at his eyes seeing his soft brown eyes bore into you, you lean up pulling down his mask to kiss him. He obliges until the feeling of his phone ring. The two of you froze. It felt so soon. You give him a sympathetic look as Colton began squirming waking up from the ringtone. You gently pry your son off his father's shoulder looking at Simon "You should answer it..." Simon knew he should as he looked at you almost wanting to let it go through voicemail but he answered walking out of the nursery,

Price....

Saying in a low grumble, he was very mad, he for once was enjoying the peace of his family and it all came crashing down in a minute. Price continued on the other end-

Ghost. I know I made a promise to you and y/n that I would only reach out if it was the upmost importance-

Almost sounding like a beg, with a stern voice, he was clenching the phone as he spoke through gritted teeth-

Price-

Simon could hear Price take a deep breath, it almost seem like he was dreading having to even say this-

I need you back Ghost. This mission is crucial and I need the best.

Simon was leaning against the stair railing gripping it tightly as he says in his low British gruff voice

What are your orders Captain.

He knew Price could tell from his tone that Simon was not happy to hear from him. He felt he barely had time with their newborn and leave y/n alone while he's gone made him feel worse. The fear and anxiety from the moment he found out you were pregnant settling into his stomach. He could hear Price let out another sigh

Lieutenant Ghost, your orders are to meet at base to be debriefed by Laswell. A plane will pick you up tomorrow at exactly 09:00.

Those words and orders made Simon stiffen up. He knew this was serious as he gave a loud enough response.

Sir, yes sir.

There was a pause, Simon was clenching his teeth and the railing as Price spoke again-

And Simon....

The Captain leaving his formalities as Simon stayed silent on the line until Price spoke again.

Give Little Lamb and that kiddo my regards...

With that, Price hung up and Simon was standing in the living room staring down at the phone, felt like deja vu. The last time he got a call from Price to do a mission you were kidnapped. That day still haunts him, except now you two have a son, and he'd be leaving you with their newborn. The idea again leaving you, all alone, despite how safe you are and off the books. The pit of his stomach didn't make him feel better. He didn't know how long he was standing staring daggers at his phone until, you came behind him wrapping your arms around him touching him gently. It snapped him out of his trance reaching to touch your hand as you spoke into his back "I take Price called about a mission ?" Your voice so soft and angelic, he never wanted to hear the sound of you asking that question. He speaks lowly "Price's orders." You process this as you press a gentle kiss onto his back, feeling him almost tense from the touch, you could tell this angered him that he was being called away. So you walked around him to face him touching his arms running your hands over his tattoo sleeve arm "Simon...this is your home always will be but 141 is your family, they need you too." You gave him a gentle smile and squeezing his biceps gently "We'll be fine here. I promise." His eyes searched yours for the longest time as he sighs pressing his forehead onto yours scrunching his brows "You call me-" you giggle nuzzling your nose onto his giving off the best British accent you could muster "-when you need me and I'll drop everything in a fuckin blind eye" he raises a brow at you "I don't fuckin sound even close to that" you laugh softly "Kinda..." He wraps his arms around you pulling you closer "Not even Pigeon." But he was grinning under his mask and you knew this as he sighs "But yeah...I'll fuckin ditch everything to get back here" you smile softly "I know. I know" you two spent a couple minutes holding each other. You two spent even most of the day embracing in each others arms along with Colton until tomorrow came too quickly.

It was early in the morning. You were holding Colton on your hip as he gnawed his gummy teeth on your necklace chain it was something Simon got for you, it was a heart shape with his initials on it. Simon, had his duffle bag stuffed, now wearing his attire for this mission, in his big black coat, jeans, skeleton gloves, and full balaclava. He even put his black paint on, which really brought out the blonde in his lashes. Colton definitely got that from his dad. Colton had his lashes but your eye color, Simon's crooked nose, and dimple cheeks, with your skin complexion. Even with the balaclava on, Colton knew Simon Ghost was still his father as he reached for his masked face. Simon leaned in for his son to touch and inspect his balaclava.

You were doing your best not to cry as you watch the interaction. You knew deep down Simon would always come back yet, it was different now. Having your son and actually becoming closer since the ordeal has made you love him more and more. Him honestly opening up to you was a big help too, after you met Price, Soap, Gaz, & Laswell you knew he'd always be looked after. Not that he needed to be looked after, but you felt comforted to know he has people to watch his back when things got hard. Once again you didn't realize your tears coming down as you felt his padded glove wipe your cheek, gently tilting your head up. His eyes were soft looking at you, you didn't even realize he lifted his balaclava enough to reveal his lips, that had scars slitted at the corner of his mouth as he leans down kissing you gently, than looking at you. Once again it felt like what happened a year ago...

"Guess, you better get going or you'll miss your flight" you sniffle letting out a little laugh, you suck in a breath looking at Colton in your arms. Ghost's looks at his son giving a soft kiss on the head and rubbing his head mumbling softly "Be good for your mum" it took every bodily power not to break down as you look from your son to Ghost.

"I love you Simon Ghost Riley" you readjust Colton in your arms looking at him as he looked at you and his son in your arms

"Love you too y/n..." He knew better to leave a promise that he couldn't keep, he couldn't guarantee he'd be safe and live to see you again, but he did etch you holding their son in your arms giving a brave smile as he carried his bag leaving his comfortable home. Walking to his truck tossing his duffle bag in, he took one last look at the home seeing you walk out onto the porch watching him as you lift Colton's hand to wave bye, subconsciously waving back as he got in driving off. Your words ringing in his ear as he drove. "Simon...this is your home always will be but 141 is your family, they need you too." He huffs knowing you're right, but he wished he wasn't neck deep sometimes wish he was a simple man you could love and never worry about your life on the line or your son's or partner. Sometimes he wondered if you would be better off. But than, selfishly deep down, you kept him grounded, because with you and Colton- Home truly is always with me..he thought to himself as he made his way to the airport to do this unexpected mission.

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Thanks for Reading !

If you think this is the end it's not...brace yourself this is going to be an emotional rollercoaster...and I will not apologize for keeping you glued. (Also, I made some edits on this chapter to flow better with the next chapter)

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[mayorwhisper]

That’s... 🤦‍♀️🤣

[ghosts-post]

Trick or treat!!! Not related but I got a potato from trick or treating and I have never been happier

You're giving off huge Colton vibes so you get Colton!!

-

Here's a short description of him!

He's 6'3 I've mentioned this before but I keep forgetting how huge he is. He's also very muscular on his arms but honestly has a little bit of a tummy as well. He's got golden brown eyes and curly/wavy black hair that he puts in a half pony tail to keep his bangs out of his eyes when he's working.

I haven't put too much thought into his clothes but I'd say his casual non work clothes are band tees and jeans.

ALSO he has a tooth gap between his front top teeth because I find it very cute!

-

More halloween related! He dressed up as a scare crow for halloween one year and went into town near by to offer free horse rides for younger kids!

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Cowboy Jason defending reader from weird men?

"That is one filly I'd love to break in-"

Jason felt himself shudder reflexively at anyone referring to his feisty little black smith as livestock and turned, ripping his eyes away from where you were chatting with another woman, handing over some coin for the washing she'd done and putting her garden hoe in the back of the wagon to take it to fix, "Pardon?" he said, trying to keep his tone neutral. He was here for a bounty. Not a brawl. Even if the girl in question was one of a kind.

"Loomis," the man said with a nod, "Heard you were staying up at old Jack's with the girls-"

"Word travels fast," Jason answered, "Todd." He offered his name because he figured the man would probably run across it anyway. And because you didn't need the kind of trouble having a mystery man in the barn would bring.

"You uh- her for Y/N?"

"Just passin' through," Jason said, "Doin' a little work for a hot supper and a place to bed down."

Loomis gave him a meaningful look and Jason shrugged, "Her horse bolted," he explained. "So I took her home. And she offered me a bed for some extra hands-"

Jason decided, when the man looked at him like a cat at the cream dish, practically licking his lips, that he didn't like Loomis. And he didn't like the way the man was watchin' your backside either. Like he was trying to figure out the best place to put the brand.

"Shame that low life brother of hers got himself killed," Loomis said. "Left 4 women in charge of some of the best land in the valley." He tutted, "The man that ropes one of them-"

"It ain't gonna be you, Loomis," Another man walking by said. His looks a sharp contrast to Loomis. Dark and weathered where Loomis was fair and freckled. "You shot that in the ass when you asked Miss Y/N to go courtin' the day after her pa died. The man weren't even cold-"

"Wagner," the man said, thrusting out a hand to Jason with a grin, looking pleased with himself when Loomis retreated.

"Todd-"

"I heard," he said, "You stay in the barn, hear? Miss Y/N got enough on her hands without your help." He gave Jason a meaningful look and glanced back to where the girls were tugging at your skirts playfully, pestering you for some penny candy for the ride home.

"I hear," he said nodding, deciding that of the two towns folk he met so far, Wagner was the least scummy.

"Miss Y/N's a good girl," he said. "Looks after her sisters. Keeps the business goin', minds her own. But Loomis is right about one thing, whether she knows it or not, she's sitting on a gold mine. And if she plays her cards right, she could cash it in for a pretty penny. Half the young bucks in the county aren't lookin' at her but they're all just waitin' for the other three to grow up a little."

"What's wrong with Y/N?" Jason snorted, "If it's in her name-"

Wagner snorted, "Ain't a man alive that can tell her what to do," he chuckled. "No Colton. Not old Jack, and sure as hell not some wet behind-the-ears plow boy whose ma still washes his skivvies. They don't want the headache."

"So why haven't you put your hat in the ring?"

He tilted his head slightly towards the woman you were talking to, plump cheeked and sweet-faced under her bonnet. A contract to your wilder looks, "Miss Ellen is more my speed," he said, "Miss Y/N would be the death of me- but damn it if she ain't the best black smith."

[vampseraph]

haii ^_^/ may we req cowboy ou puppy npts ~ ?

cowboy npts!

names

cassidy, river, bryce, hawk, austin, jude, ellis, beau, wyatt, cole, hayes, flynn, jesse, ash, carson, ray, roscoe, blaise, clyde, cade, sterling, colton, casey, quinn, rudy, rory, cody, wade, ryder, barett, riley, callen, wayne, dalton, rye, rhys, cyrus, flint, pierce, jack, colby, dallas

2. pronouns

ry/rys, colt/colts, ro/ros, ranch/ranches, horse/horses, lasso/lassos, spur/spurs, buck/bucks, herd/herds, jack/jacks, rug/rugged, foal/foals, shoot/shoots, noon/noons, rev/revs, run/runs, lone/lones, shot/shots, out/outs

3. titles

the outlaw, prn who travels alone, the lone cowboy, prn who roams, prn who tends cattle, prn who rides horseback, the cattle driver, the horse wrangler, the stockman

[maned-wo1f]

sorry to those who followed only for metalocalypse or whatever but I gotta introduce you all to my super awesome cool ocs

From left to right on the colored image is:

Detective Yvonne Floyd, Sergeant Raden Miles, Lieutenant Erin Beckett, Detective Sam West, Detective Evan Hierdrich, the twins Ian Ments and Aaron Ments, Malakai Wilson, Andy Beckett, Cody Beckett, Ech0, Yegor (dog), Jahck, Don Whittaker, Damien Miller, The Demon, Atlas Jones, Archer, Silas, Baguette, Cornelius Reign, Geo Walker, Dave, Cannon (horse), Sheriff Wayne Colton, Clifton “Cliff” Bow, Azmodeus

[stinkek]

Built a house for a new villager recently, he looks like he came from a German fairy tale... he actually said something in that language IIRC?

And when I saw those dresses in the shop today I just grabbed all three of them