#curlines

[theloreofmandy]

Finally! A proper reference sheet of Mandy's true mother Claudia. Surprise of all surprises...she doesn't smile. And of course, I threw in Mandy herself in her true form as a puppy. She will grow up to be just as big as her mother if not bigger, so watch out!

[locketpup]

wana suck on daddys thumb :(( stompin mi foot i wana so baaad it's noooooot faiiiiiiir!!!

[horseracingweekly]

Throwing it back to the 2007 Breeders Cup Classic for a very special CHAMP! Happy Birthday, Curlin!

[meowrimo]

good morning my friendz and happy wednesday !! today is a brand new day to keep trying our best ! make sure to drink lots of water, take it easy when you can + find something that’ll make ya smile ^__^ ! 💘

[railraptor]

Journalism! 🌼

[culturevulturette]

One of the most memorable Preakness editions in recent memory, with Derby winner and 2 year old champ going head-to-head with Curlin, the eventual winner in a squeaker, and one of the finest American horses of the 21st century.

[hanasnx]

mei just dropped the TASTIEST stephen glass thirst in my inbox guys i’ve been waiting for a good ask to write for him oh my fucming GOD

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Annelise Hanshaw at Missouri Independent:

Missouri’s restrictions on puberty blockers and hormone treatment for transgender minors are constitutional and may remain in place, Wright County Circuit Court Judge Craig Carter wrote in a 74-page ruling Monday. Soon after the ruling became public, the ACLU of Missouri and Lambda Legal promised to appeal. The state’s restrictions on gender-affirming care, passed by state lawmakers in 2023, not only bar minors from beginning cross-sex hormones and puberty blockers and undergoing gender transition surgeries. It also blocks the state from paying for gender-affirming care for adults through Missouri Medicaid and care in state prisons. Many providers in Missouri have ceased offering gender-affirming care for minors, including patients that had begun prescriptions prior to the law’s effective date.

Plaintiffs in the case — which include gender-affirming health care providers, transgender minors and their families — had the burden to prove the statute “clearly and undoubtedly violates a constitutional provision,” the judge wrote. And because plaintiffs challenged the law in its entirety, they had to prove that there is “no set of circumstances under which the provisions would be valid.” Carter determined the challenge did not clear the high bar on multiple arguments, but the overarching debate looked at medical consensus on gender-affirming care. His ruling focuses on a U.S. Supreme Court precedent that allows lawmakers broad discretion in areas “fraught with medical and scientific uncertainty.” Carter concluded that there is “an almost total lack of consensus as to the medical ethics of adolescent gender dysphoria treatment,” granting the state legislature authority to ban the care.

[...] Apart from these concerns, Carter said three witnesses were particularly compelling: Chloe Cole, a young woman who transitioned as a minor in California and since stopped treatment and has spoken publicly about her regrets, along with bioethicist Farr Curlin and plastic surgeon Patrick Lappert, both who emphasized potential side effects of gender-affirming care. Because the risks were high for gender-affirming care, the treatment couldn’t be compared to experimental treatments with few known side effects, Carter wrote, and allowing teenagers to opt into an experimental treatment is dubious. “If we don’t let a 16-year-old buy a six pack of beer and a pack of smokes, or let an adult buy those items for them, should we allow the same kid/parent team to decide to change a teenager’s sex forever?” Carter wrote in his ruling.

Right-wing activist judge Craig Carter from Wright County issued a ruling in Noe v. Parson upholding Missouri’s hateful and discriminatory ban on gender-affirming care on minors and Medicare covering such procedures for adults.

Carter’s justifications for the ruling upholding SB49 was based on anti-trans pseudoscience.

See Also:

LGBTQ Nation: Wright County Judge Carter compares gender-affirming care to cigarettes & beer while upholding Missouri's youth ban

[theloreofmandy]

@mra1f Forget Phillip and Claire. They are not Mandy's real parents. Phineas and Claudia are. She would NEVER brainwash her real parents EVER. Mandy gets her scowl from her father and her blonde fur and looks from her mother. Why does Mandy never emote like a human being? Because she was never human to begin with. Hoss Delgado was onto her not being a human in the episode "Bearded Billy".

When Mandy starts growing up, she will shed her human skin and show her true self. She will revert back to her natural quadrupedal body shape. But because she already taught herself to walk and run on her hind legs, she'll still be completely capable of doing so.

[locketpup]

hate bein paranoid so much im tryin so hard but i cant help it ໒꒰ ྀི ′̥̥̥ ᵔ ‵̥̥̥ ꒱ྀིა

[monkeyssalad-blog]

1949 illustration by AR Whitear by totallymystified Via Flickr: For the story Into The Storm by Curlin Reed. From the Ladies’ Journal.

[ice1ettuce]

[railraptor]

⚠️ Warning for much rambling ahead lol ⚠️

Two things that I'm wondering after today's racing:

Does Kenny McPeek regret not running Thorpedo Anna in the Belmont?

We know that he's been bullish about her, and I was prepared to hand her massive credit after the Oaks but honestly? I think the Acorn was an even better performance. Mystik Dan's race was bad enough that I'm basically throwing it out, like I said right after I don't know if it's just that Arkansas Derby - Kentucky Derby - Preakness - Belmont just got to be too much...he already skipped the Rebel so as to avoid racing too much, too close together. Seize the Grey was the only other one to come in off that tight a schedule and he completely fell apart after being a part of the pace. But Thorpedo Anna would've come in off of 5weeks off, same as Dornoch, Sierra Leone and Honor Marie. We're expecting her to run in the Alabama so ten furlongs doesn't seem to concern anyone

2. Any chance of Cogburn trying to ship to Europe?

I feel like I read after the last win by Cogburn on Derby day that that race might be some kind of in to the race at Royal Ascot....any regret on them staying here for this? Taking the Caravel route, so to speak. As far as I know Asmussen's never sent a horse to Europe although there was talk a zillion years ago that Curlin might have gone to the Arc if he had won the Man o'War....and considering he ran worse over the synthetic at Santa Anita it might've been an interesting experiment if not for Red Rocks. Of course, Cogburn's a different animal that we know likes the grass (like, so much lol). So I doubt it, but it's fun to wonder. I'm pretty out of the loop with the racing abroad this year so I don't know who he'd be up against either. I was impressed with California Spangled in Dubai but have no clue where he is now/pointing at next/etc. And certainly it's not a given that our best turf sprinters can compete over there....look at Golden Pal

Okay, I've rambled enough.

[silly-fox-in-sox]

Regally Bred Jess's Dream Euthanized Due to Laminitis

Jess's Dream won his only start, a maiden special weight in 2015.

This one made me so sad. He was such a good boy, Rachel's only boy.

[gweelczz]

“Talking you through it”

Sinners men x their women

Genre: fluff, smut

Warnings: none

Summary: The men from sinners talk their women through it

Bo Chow: The room was dim, the only light spillin’ in from the window—gold and warm, just like the Delta sun had kissed its last goodbye for the day. The air was still, thick with heat and something unspoken. Rosetta lay back against the worn quilt, chest rising and falling slow, her golden eyes never leavin’ Bo.

He was above her, shirt long gone, his calloused hands cradlin’ her hips like they were something holy.

“You alright, baby?” he asked, voice low, Southern drawl slidin’ over her like silk.

Rosetta nodded, breath already catchin’. “Mhm.”

Bo leaned down, pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth, then her cheek, then that soft skin below her jaw. “I got you. Just feel, alright? Don’t think. Let me take care of you.”

She let out a breathy hum, one hand slidin’ up to bury itself in his thick black hair.

He moved slow, patient—like he had all the time in the world and nothin’ else to worship but her. His lips brushed down her neck, over the curve of her chest, his voice steady in her ear.

“Look at you, Rose… so beautiful like this. Soft. Open. All mine.”

She whimpered, her hips liftin’ ever so slightly, beggin’ without words.

“I know, baby. I know what you need,” he murmured, hand slidin’ between her thighs, the other still holdin’ her hip firm, keepin’ her grounded.

Her breath hitched as his fingers moved slow, teasing, coaxin’ her open, coaxin’ her deeper into herself.

“Shh… that’s it,” he whispered. “You don’t gotta do nothin’. Just let go. Let me hear you.”

Rosetta’s head tipped back, her hand tightenin’ in his hair, body tremblin’ under his touch.

Bo kissed her collarbone, murmurin’ against her skin, “You feel how perfect you are? How good you are for me?”

“Bo��� oh, God,” she gasped, her voice crackin’ as her thighs began to tremble.

“Nah, baby,” he said gently, smilin’ against her throat. “Ain’t no God right now but you.”

He stayed with her, movin’ in rhythm with her breath, her cries, the way her body writhed beneath his. Every sound she made, every broken whisper, only spurred him on—soothing her when it got too much, pushin’ her when she tried to hold back.

“That’s it, baby… you’re right there. Don’t fight it.”

Rosetta’s back arched, her mouth fallin’ open, and Bo caught her with his lips, kissin’ her deep as the wave crashed through her. Her whole body shook, her hands clingin’ to him like he was the only thing tetherin’ her to the earth.

He didn’t stop holdin’ her. Didn’t stop whisperin’ to her.

“You’re safe. I got you. I’m right here, Rose… always.”

She collapsed into his arms, heart poundin’, body limp, tears slidin’ from the corners of her eyes. He kissed them away, murmurin’ love in every language he knew.

“I love you,” she whispered, voice barely a breath.

Bo kissed her again, deep and slow. “I know, baby. I love you more.”

Sammie ‘Preacher boy’ Moore: The night air curled lazy through the cracked window, warm and thick like molasses. The juke joint had long gone quiet, the world outside slowin’ to a hush. But in that little bedroom Sugar’s granddaddy left her, all was heat and breath and closeness.

Sammie hovered over her, his body flush with hers, their skin slick with sweat, their hearts beatin’ like drums caught in rhythm. He had her wrapped up in his arms like she was the most precious thing he ever held, his lips brushing her temple, his breath steady in her ear.

“Breathe, Sugar,” he murmured low, voice all velvet and gravel. “Don’t fight it now… just let it come. I got you.”

She whimpered beneath him, her fingers curlin’ in the sheets, back archin’ just so, and Sammie’s hand found hers — laced their fingers together like a prayer.

“There you go,” he whispered, kissin’ her cheek, her jaw, her throat. “That’s it, baby. You feel that? That’s me… That’s love, Sugar. That’s every bit of me I ever had to give.”

Her breath hitched, tremblin’ against his chest, and Sammie smiled, soft and reverent, like he was watchin’ a miracle unfold. His voice stayed with her, coaxin’, guidin’, groundin’ her.

“You doin’ so good, girl,” he hummed, voice thick and slow, like a hymn. “Ain’t nobody ever made me feel like you do. Ain’t never wanted to give myself to nobody but you.”

She gasped, her hands grippin’ his back, and Sammie held her through it, strong and gentle.

“That’s it, that’s my girl,” he breathed, kissin’ her again, firmer this time. “Come on now, ride it out, I ain’t goin’ nowhere. You safe with me, always.”

By the time her body settled, all soft and spent and glowin’, Sammie was still holdin’ her like he never planned to let go.

And he didn’t.

He pressed his forehead to hers, thumb sweepin’ tender over her cheek, and whispered, “That’s the kind of love they write gospel songs about, Sugar. The kind I’ll spend my whole life praisin’.”

Elijah ‘Smoke’ Moore: The room was bathed in the soft gold of the bedside lamp, shadows dancing across the walls as the baby slept peacefully in the bassinet nearby. Smoke’s touch was slow, reverent—like every inch of Honey’s skin was something holy.

“You sure you alright, mama?” he asked low against her neck, his breath warm, hands steady as they slid up her thighs.

Honey nodded, her voice barely a whisper. “I missed you…”

That was all he needed. He moved with care, not in any rush. It wasn’t just about the heat—it was about her. About making her feel like the goddess she was. Like the woman who gave him the most beautiful thing he’d ever known.

“You just breathe for me,” Smoke murmured, kissing the soft swell of her belly, then moving higher. “Ain’t gotta do nothin’ but feel.”

His fingers found her slowly, easing in, coaxing her open like a prayer. Her body responded with a shiver, hips lifting instinctively.

“That’s it,” he whispered, watching her, voice thick with love and want. “Just like that, baby. You ain’t gotta hold nothin’ back.”

Honey whimpered, her hand grasping the sheet, eyes fluttering closed. Smoke pressed a kiss to her temple.

“I got you. Let go. You know I ain’t goin’ nowhere.”

She trembled under his touch, her breath catching as he kept whispering to her, voice dark and sweet like molasses. “You feel that, Betty? That’s all you, baby. That’s your body rememberin’ how good it feel to be worshiped.”

Her breath hitched, thighs tensing. He slowed just enough to keep her on the edge, his lips brushing her ear.

“Let it happen, mama. You safe. I got you—always.”

When it finally washed over her, she melted into his chest with a soft cry, heart racing, body trembling. Smoke held her tight, brushing damp curls from her face, kissing her forehead.

“There she go,” he whispered, pride and love thick in his voice. “My beautiful girl.”

And in the quiet that followed, their baby still asleep beside them, Smoke just held her—like he always would.

Elias ‘Stack’ Moore: Stack’s voice was low, rough with desire, and full of assurance. “Breathe, baby,” he murmured, his hands steady as they traced the curve of her body. “I got you. Let go.”

Honey’s breath quickened, the heat between them intensifying, every touch pulling her closer to the edge. She clenched around him, the pressure building, and she gasped.

“That’s it,” Stack encouraged, his grip tightening, guiding her movements. “Feel it, let it build.” His words were like a tether, pulling her deeper into the moment. “You’re mine now, Honey. Let me hear you.”

Her body trembled, the wave crashing over her in a flood of sensation. She cried out his name, her hands gripping him as she let herself go completely.

Stack leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “Good girl,” he whispered. “That’s my sweet girl.”

[theloreofmandy]

There was a reason why Mandy wanted to befriend the grim reaper, only to trick him into becoming her eternal servant. Revenge.

Long ago, Grim had slain a bunch of Mandy's kind at the request of humanity. The population of her kind started dwindle in numbers and were forced to live deep underground in a complex system of caverns.

Over the centuries, the curlines evolved, got smarter, and eventually developed their own society parallel to humanity's. One curline in particular, Mandy, felt it was her destiny to put a stop to the slaying of her kind. So she went to the surface world disguised as a human, waiting for Grim to appear again.

She ran into a naive and not-so-bright human boy named Billy and tricked him into being her best friend. However, Mandy never saw Billy as a friend, but a pet and a pawn in which she can control to help her do her bidding.

One day, one of Billy's pets fell ill after turning ten. She knew that Mr. Snuggles was close to dying, so she requested Billy to take her to him. A glimmer of hope shined in Mandy when she saw a vortex swirling right in front of her. She stuck her finger in the vortex to taste if this was residue from the grim reaper. She wasn't wrong. Little did she know, that that residue she tasted would corrupt her and change her motivations in the coming years.

After cheating and winning a game of limbo against Grim, she had plans to enslave all of humanity. She called it the ultimate revenge plan. Had Mandy not tasted the vortex, she would've only wanted to put an end to the ongoing feud between the humans and curlines.