#like brumbies

[wildsaltair]

Due to the fact that I am a sunken wreckage of a human being for Russell Crowe, I'm working on collecting all the books related to his movies! Here's what l've discovered so far, but l'd love to know if y'all know of any others! :)

Books that were made into movies:

Master and Commander (Patrick O'Brian)

L.A. Confidential (James Ellroy)

American Gangster (Steve Zaillian)

A Beautiful Mind (Sylvia Nasar)

Les Misérables (Victor Hugo)

A Good Year (Peter Mayle)

The Silver Brumby (Elyne Mitchell)

Three-Ten to Yuma and Other Short Stories (Elmore Leonard)

Winter's Tale (Mark Helprin)

An Exorcist Tells His Story (Gabriele Amorth)

Body of Lies (David Ignatius)

Tenderness (Robert Cormier)

Hammers Over the Anvil (Alan Marshall)

Miss Shumway Waves a Wand (James Hadley Chase)

True History of the Kelly Gang (Justin Kurzel)

The Greatest Beer Run Ever (John "Chick" Donohue and J.T. Molloy)

The Book of Mirrors (E.O. Chirovici)

The Nazi and the Psychiatrist (Jack El-Hai)

Novelizations of movies:

Gladiator (Dewey Gram)

The Quick and the Dead (Jack Curtis)

Virtuosity (Terry Bisson)

Cinderella Man (Marc Cerasini)

The Next Three Days (Jennifer Krediet)

The Water Diviner (Andrew Anastasios and Meaghan Wilson-Anastasios)

The Nice Guys (Charles Ardai)

Proof of Life (David Robbins)

Noah (Mark Morris)

Man of Steel (Greg Cox)

[chikinan]

writing fanfiction is so fucking stupid. why do I have a file titled source material notes.

[mercless]

🗡dozing off fighting this cold & watching an old movie from my childhood about 3 kids chasing their dream of taming a wild mustang while there are criminals afoot

[eggthew]

MAN I MISS READING I miss it so so bad. idk how to get back into it because most of the books on my shelf are ya novels and a lot of them dont really interest me anymore? and a bunch of like. karen rose and some of the darker dean koontz shit. I need to go back to the library

[regancastlelion]

I want a brumby in SSO. I know we have Mustangs, but I want a brumby. That's all I ask.

Or maybe a different Aussie horse breed. I just want a horse breed in the game with some sort relation to Australia.

Please, I just want an Aussie horse on my adventures as an Aussie

[shopcat]

feral horses rule there should be more of them. release the horses into the wild where they can run as fast as their hearts allow and drink from the streams and believe they have found the most crisp of water troughs that go on for miles.....

[lockandkeyhyena]

can i pleaseee just look for brumby photos without being bombarded by aras claiming that culling brumbies is the most unjust and horrid thing ever. shut up god. please

[wildsaltair]

Russell Crowe as Egan // The Silver Brumby (1993)

[bode-leone]

wish australia did the BLM-esque adoption/auctions for brumbies like they'd get rid of so many instead of having to be fucking cruel and shooting them from helicopters when we know they dont always die in a timely fashion

[bullet-prooflove]

The General!Series - Part Four: Moving On: Beau 'Cyclone' Simpson x Reader

A little get well soon gift for my girl @dizzybee03

Tagging: @kmc1989 @justameresimp @agentorange9595 @lxaah11 @librarian1002 

Broken Buttons (feat: Harmon Rabb)- Beau discovers the real reason you broke things off with him.

Messy - Companion piece to Broken Buttons - Beau discovers the truth about what happened that night.

Choices - Companion piece to Broken Buttons and Messy - Beau and you discuss your choices moving forward.

Sitting in court is excruciating but Beau endures it, he endures it because no matter how fucking horrified and nauseated he is, you must feel it tenfold. He can’t imagine what it must be like to sit in front of a room of your peers and describe what that man did to you, to have your story questioned and torn apart, to have someone tell you to your face that you were asking for it. They try to paint you as unstable, the kind of woman who intended to sleep her way up the ladder, whose now crying wolf because she was rebuked.

He almost punches the prosecution attorney in the mouth for the shit he says to you. It’s only Mic Brumby’s iron clad grip on his arm that stops him from launching himself across the table and strangling the man.

It’s the physical evidence that’s the worst.

You had the competency to go to the hospital afterwards, you’d been bleeding, scared when the doctor had seen you. You’ve worked with enough women through your time in Victim Support Services to know the procedures, you needed the morning after pill, medication to counteract anything that son of a bitch might have given you.

The hospital had logged you under an anonymous patient I.D. It’s something they do for victims of sexual assault when they collect evidence, when they’re not ready to file a police report.

It sickens Beau to hear the injuries you’d sustained, he hadn’t realised how violent it was, not until then.

You’re found not guilty of the offense. The jury of your peers accepts that you acted in self-defence when you broke the General’s nose, that you were too traumatised to attend work in the aftermath.

Your case, it opens doors for other women it’s happened to because you weren’t the first woman he did it to, you weren’t even the last. He’s arrested during a charity function for victims of sexual assault and the fucking irony of that astounds Beau.

You spend an hour in the shower after you give your testimony, before you fall asleep on the couch with your head in Beau’s lap. He spends the whole night, his fingers running soothingly through your hair as he begins to plan the next steps.

You’ve told him you can’t stay in Washington, that Admiral Chegwidden has granted you a transfer back to San Diego. There’s too much trauma attached to this place.

He spends the next couple of days helping you pack up your things. You throw away more away than you keep because you don’t want the bad memories following you. Harmon Rabb and Mic Brumby turn up on moving day to help carry the boxes down to the truck. Besides him, they’re the only two people who’s touch you don’t flinch away from these days.

“Thank you.” Beau tells Harm when the two of them are alone in the apartment, grabbing the final few boxes. “For bringing me here, for fighting for her.”

“Don’t thank me.” Harm says, his voice gruff as he crosses his arms over his chest and stares out of the window. “It happened on my watch. I  was there that night, I should have stuck around but me and Mac were going through some shit…”

Harm shakes his head, his jaw clenching.

“It never should have happened.”

Beau sighs, shifting the box he’s carrying to his other hip.

“Ally doesn’t blame you and neither do I.” Beau tells the other man. “If it wasn’t that night, it would have been another. You heard the testimony, once he had her in his sights…”

It was the same with all the others, that son of bitch had enjoyed the chase, it made catching his prey all the more sweeter. He treated every single one of those women like a trophy, something to be hunted down, caught.

“I need you to promise that you’ll check in every once in a while, tell me how she’s doing.” Harmon says, his palm rubbing over the back of his neck.

“I will.” Beau tells Harm as he picks up the remaining box and heads towards the apartment door. “Ally may need a little time but I’ll make sure to keep in touch.”

“She’s going to get through this.” Harm reassures him as they step out into the hallway, he waits as Beau closes the door behind him, locking it up for the final time. “It’ll take some time but she has it in her.”

“I know.” Beau says as he slips the key into the mailbox for the landlord to pick up. “If anyone can make it through something like this, it's her.”

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[ohtobeleah]

Gift of The Gab // Bradley Bradshaw

Summary: Throat Cancer. It’s never the way Rooster thought he’d go out. But when he does—he gets to give Jake a piece of his mind.

Warnings: Throat Cancer. Mentions of suicide. Mentions of death. Bradley Bradshaw x Platonic!reader. Afterlife lore. Death.

Word Count: 2.1k

Author Note: Day Seven of Whumptober. Prompt I chose: Flatline. Thank you to @ailesswhumptober for the prompt list. This is also apart of the Life After Death Series

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Name: Bradley Bradshaw. Age: 60. Cause of Death: Aggressive Throat Cancer.  

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“Get me a crash cart in here!!” There are distinct differences between male and female brains. Female brains tend to have a larger hippocampus, which usually makes them better at retention and memory. “He’s coding!” 

“Jesus what the hell happened here?” Male brains however, have a bigger parietal cortex, which helps when fending off an attack. Male brains confront challenges differently than female brains. Women are hardwired to communicate with language, detail, empathy. 

Men? Not so much. 

“He was fine five seconds ago! Dammit he’s flatlining.” But that doesn’t mean they aren’t any less capable of emotion. They can talk about their feelings. It’s just that….. 

Most of the time—they’d really rather not. 

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It wasn’t uncommon for Bradley Bradshaw to wake up in an unknown environment. Over the years he’d made quite the reputation for himself amongst the young, dumb and hopelessly ignorant badge bunnies that would saunter into the Hard Deck. He never saw a reason to settle down, find the love of his life, create a family, grow old with someone. Everyone Bradley Bradshaw had ever cared to care about had left him in some way shape or form. 

But a name Rooster never thought would be added to that ever growing list of people who had left him behind, was Jake fucking Seresin. 

“Fuck—“ Bradley groaned as he rolled over onto his back, he could feel the draft coming up between his legs as he did. The hospital gown that was tied together in the back by three little bows did nothing to keep his broad shoulders, back, and ass covered. 

Across the way—Jake was busy in the horse pen trying his best to train one of the wild brumbies that hung around more often than not. He’d been trying for a few days. It wasn’t easy, but it was honest work that kept his mind at ease. 

“Easy boy—easy.” Jake cooed as he approached the gentle giant that had become used to his presence. “I’m just here to help.” He mumbled as he approached the horse he affectionately referred to as Simon the stallion. “We’re just gonna hang out.” 

Bradley sat up with a groan, he could feel the air in his lungs that he hadn’t been able to feel in what felt like an eternity. When he reached up to touch the port that he’d had in his neck for months to find that it was gone—Bradley couldn’t have been more confused if he tried to be. 

Where was he? Why did he feel thirty years younger? Why was he not in his hospital room with the blonde nurse he really liked? And—hold on a minute….is that? Is that Jake fucking Seresin? 

Bradley would never forget the day he walked into Jake's home and found him unresponsive. Seeing one of his closest friends lying there without conscious thought. It was one of the worst days of his life, nestled between losing his mum and dad. Jake's death affected everyone in all sorts of ways that couldn’t begin to be unpacked in a far too expensive therapy session. 

So—as a long drawn out beep rang out in Rooster's mind, the sound of his heart monitor flatlining, he stood and made strides to where Jake stood trying to gain the horse's trust. Ass on display and all. 

He never spoke to anyone ever about Jakes suicide, he never spoke about how it made him feel or acknowledged any of the trauma that came alone with seeing one of his best friends dead in his bedroom. Bradley thought with time Jake would be alright, he didn’t know how much he was truly suffering because Jake never spoke about it. He never spoke about your death and how you died. He never spoke to anyone besides himself in the depths of the night. 

Where no one could see just how much he missed you. 

Jake saw the man he’d left behind all those years ago in favour of reuniting with the love of his life coming towards him like a brick shit house. Jake couldn’t say he regretted doing what he did though—but he missed Bradley, every day. They were close, but he wasn’t you. 

“Shit—“ This was the reunion Jake had been dreading the most. “Sorry pal, looks like our session’s just been cut short.” It was only as Jake was jumping over the wooden fence that Bradley took off into an all out sprint in Jake's direction. “Bradshaw! What the hell—Oof—“ 

“YOU MOTHER FUCKER!” It was as painful as it was laced in spiteful anger. A rage that had burned in the depths of Bradley Bradshaw’s heart for years and years and years. He didn’t look a day older than when Jake had last seen the mustache clad aviator. “WHY DID YOU DO THAT? HUH?” Rooster laid as many punches as he could get in into the friend he hadn’t seen in years—getting out all his built up aggression. 

Maybe it was the past that was talking, screaming from the crypt telling Bradley to punish Jake for things he never got to do. It was his way of  justifying his anger. 

“Rooster! Stop man—“ Jake shouted back as he tried to wriggle his way out of this situation. “Would you cut it out! You don’t have any pants on!! Get off of me!” 

“YOU KILLED YOURSELF!” Rooster huffed as he dismounted from the wingman he hadn’t seen in over two decades. “You coward, I always thought you were stronger than me, but then I had my fucking fingers down your damn throat begging you to stay and I knew—I fucking knew you were the one who was full of chicken shit.” 

“For someone who’s got the gift of the gab you sure do talk a hell of a lot of crap man! Get off me!” Jake wasn’t backing down. He could do this all day if need be. But he knew Rooster had a lot to get off his chest. 

“Who’s dad yelling at mama?” Ellie asked as she watched her father swing a right hook into thin air. 

“You remember the imaginary friends we spoke about, baby?” You cooed as you held your daughter's hand and walked across the expanse of the gravel drive across to the paddocks. “Well—I think another one of daddy's friends is here.” 

“But I can’t see him?” Ellie frowned. She didn’t understand why she couldn’t see the people who had passed by your family farm. She wasn’t old enough to understand. But one day, one day you would tell her. 

“Because this is one of mummy and daddy’s friends darling, it’s like how we can’t see your imaginary friends.” As you made your way over with your daughter hand in hand, Jake caught your eye. He knew the moment Bradley saw you he would understand. 

“Bradshaw, your entire ass is hanging out for the whole afterlife to see.” You chuckled behind your hand as a heat so pure rushed to your cheeks. “Cute tattoo though, I always thought you had an ass tat but never got a chance to ask.” 

“Hollywood?” Rooster nearly collapsed on the spot when he saw you, it had been so long yet you looked exactly like you did the last time he saw you. “Oh my goodness, I—“ 

“Could you maybe stop beating my husband up? He keeps the house from falling apart around us, I need him in one piece.” 

“Husband?” Bradley turned back to where Jake stood dusting himself off. He caught the sight of a silver ring wrapped around his left ring finger. “You married Hollywood?” 

“Of course I did, I died for her—I wasn’t not going to marry her.” At the very mention of the word death it all sunk in. You could see it plastered all over Roosters face—he was connecting the dots. “Bobs been through, so has Nat.” Bradley felt again at his throat for scars and staples that were no longer there. “What was it?” Jake asked softly, he knew it was always better to rip the Band-Aid off. 

“Throat cancer—I think I flatlined, I just remember not being able to breathe and then I was here.” Bradley never thought he’d be one of those people who get some form of cancer. He didn’t smoke or do drugs. The most he ever did was drink and sometimes that could reach an excessive amount. Liver failure seemed more on brand for the Naval Aviator. Not throat cancer. 

“I’m sorry Rooster, that must have been awful.” You really didn’t know what to say, because what do you say to people once they’ve died. Natasha didn’t want to believe it. Bob seemed scared, Rooster though? He was just angry. 

“You were just gone—“ Bradley shrugged as he looked around the farm, amber orange from the mid afternoon sun made the fields look almost angelic. “You both took so much from me, I never saw a reason to love, to settle down, share my life with someone because I couldn’t put them through the experience of loss.” It made sense, but that was a heavy burden to carry. Jake wasn’t even sure he deserved to be the one to carry that load. “I saw what happened to the both of you and it scared me shitless, it made me so goddamn angry.” 

“Rooster—“ You cooed softly as you approached him. “Honey what happened to Jake and I, it was an extreme case.” You tried your best to explain as you reached out to touch his cheek gently. Bradley leaned into the gentle touch of a woman he kept a picture of on his mantle piece, alongside Hangmans. “You know we love you, but it was our time.” 

“Did you fight?” Jake asked as his daughter raced his way. Bradley watched as the man he’d known from the academy crouched to pick up who Bradley could only assume was his daughter. They looked the same in so many ways. But she was her own version of you too. “The cancer?” 

The silence that fell over the four of you as you waited for Bradley to answer was heavy, you knew he knew that he was dead. You didn’t need to explain it. But in the silence you saw a man racing across the field—there couldn’t have been two Dagger deaths in the same timeframe could there? 

“I wasn’t ready to die.” Be a man. People say it all the time. “I wasn’t ready, but I’m glad I got to tell you how much of a jerk you were for leaving us behind.” 

“I’m sorry, but I couldn’t live without her Rooster—Hollywood, she’s everything to me, and after everything we went through? I never wanted her to be alone again, even in death.” 

You watched as the man ran and ran and ran—he looked like Bradley, just a little less buff and sporting the same stupid mustache. He wore a smile so bright it could have broken his cheeks. 

Your neighbour was Roosters dad, Goose, this entire time and you never even knew it. 

“I can still hear the beep, that flatline on the monitor.” Bradley explained as he furrowed his brows. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to go back or not. “How do I stop it?” 

“Just means that you can go back, if you want to, someone’s trying to bring you back.” It was probably the doctors and nurses handling the defibrillator, giving him rough but life saving chest compressions. 

Be a man. But what does that even mean? Is it about strength? Is it about sacrifice? Is it about winning? 

“I don't think I wanna go back.” Bradley sighed as he watched you make your way over to Jake and your little girl. The perfect mix of the two of you. God he was angry, he was still so mad at how things turned out the way they did. Why you both did what you did. But he’d get over it. He had to, he didn’t have a choice: Because the beeping had stopped. He’d flatlined. 

“Bradley!” The man who Rooster had been trying to make proud ever since he was a little boy, called out as he ran. “Bradley! Is that you! My boy!” 

Maybe it’s more simplistic than that. 

Men have to know when not to man up. Sometimes it takes a real man to set his ego aside, admit defeat, and simply start all over again. 

“Dad?” 

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[too-many0-0fandoms]

Hello! :)

This is a production of two of my special instrest suddenly getting a common ground in the weird place that is called my mind. So this is;

F1 Drivers as Horse (breeds) (Part 1)

(This is all my own interpretion, please be kind :) It's just for fun)

Max Verstappen

A horse that comes from a troubled background, now with owners that take proper care of him and one of the most successful show jumpers ever :) that’s what I imagine when I think about Max as a horse. And then a KWPN most likely :)

Charles Leclerc

The definition of the ‘different’ horse. Warmblood beauty that everyone in your barn wants with the most unusual coat ever. Comes from one of the best breeders, etc, etc, etc. A lot of warmblood breeds are the same, so pick whatever you like. Likely to compete in eventing, which is dressage, show jumping and cross country because I imagine he looks beautiful but loves hard and tough work.

Lewis Hamilton

Successful racing horse. English Thoroughbred. One of the best racing horses to have ever raced. Close to the likes of Seabiscuit and the others.

Daniel Ricciardo

Our loveable goofball. I know that personality changes per horse, but I just imagine him as a cheery, rescued Brumby horse from the depths of Australia that just loves life and thinks everything is a game but also loves to learn new things.

Nico Hulkenberg

Okay, this is a bit of a stretch~ Butttttt, recently I’ve been seeing some Friesian x Missouri (Fox) Trotter crosses and that’s all I can think about when I think about Nico as a horse :) Definitely a cheeky little bugger that loves to work and play!

Valtteri Bottas

A small, chubby, calm pony/horse with the fullest mane ever that is the fattest in the trotting categories! I imagine a Finnish Horse- Trotter type :)

Logan Sargeant

WTF IS A KILOMETRE> no but seriously, America has a lot of gorgeous breeds and for Logan I imagine an Appaloosa, because they are hard working and honest horses and I just can’t picture him as an quarter :0

Lando Norris

For Lando I imagine this gorgeous, bit smaller yet elegant pony that trots through the arena with pricked ears and a raised tail. Y’know, a bit younger as well, just getting into actual work and just loving it. It just happens that the Welsh Pony – Section B is also from England!

Fernando Alonso

An old hand in the trade. A gorgeous Andalusian/PRE stallion with the longest mane that’s like 17 years old and still competing at top levels with various riders :)

Pierre Gasly & Esteban Ocon

Sorry I had to do these two together because I just had this vivid image of two lovely Norman Cob stallions that are like half-brothers and grew up at the same estate and ended up becoming each other biggest competitors both in competition and in terms of breeding >.<

[decrepitdeer]

CMC Redesigns!

Apple Bloom is draft horse inspired like her big sister. I thought the two braids would be cute, and I made her mane more reminiscent of her mothers.

Sweetie Belle is now a coquette girly, with a more realistic colour scheme/patterns. Looks wildly different from her sister.

Scootaloo has a 2020 alt kid vibe, and her design is based off of a Brumby. The bracelets are gifts from her parents, and her necklace is to show off her admiration towards Rainbow Dash.

(I only noticed it after drawing them, but I accidentally/unconsciously made them into gold, silver and bronze respectfully-)

Mane Six Redesigns!

[imagination-confusion]

I constantly think about the Redwall animated series (1999) and Watership animated series (1999)

When I re-watch those I wonder what Warrior Cats would've been like if they had an animated series in that similar style and vain. How much would actually changed?

Watership Down the series added a lot of newer conflicts, characters, pretty much this series exclusive things and their own twists to the story. Follows the story in the beginning and then it gets wild!

I should make a retrospective on these two series.

Redwall animated series pretty much follows the story where season 1 follows Matthias, Season 2 follows Mattimeo, and Season 3 follows Martin the Warrior.

But I was an idiot and I watched the series backwards from Martin, to Matthias, to Mattimeo. Still got the same enjoyment either way.

It'd make a fun exercise. Creating short animations of canon Warriors in similar style of these two already pretty fun to watch animated series of great books.

Might be actually pretty heckin' fun! I can feel the gears in my mind turning just trying to create this and make it come to life!

So which one of you guys read and watched The Silver Brumby on YouTube? I never got far but what are your thoughts? I never actually well.. fully finished but, as far as I seen it's pretty nice lol

[hstayafanart]

I knew I wanted to make these guys dingoes, but I'm on the fence about the other dogs - considering making someone a thylacine.

I didn't want standard weapons for the Guard - though I did give Lesser Dog a 'sword' and a gumleaf-shaped shield because they felt like a distinctive part of their original design. Greater Dog gets a lasso because farming is such a big part of Australia's Outback interior, and I'm thinking Snowdin is going to be dry bushland. Maybe Greater Dog rounds up brumbies for the Guard. Who knows?

Also yes, yes! I hear you! I will get to Muffet! One of my friends had a genius idea regarding her shop, so I'm carefully considering how to design it. I'm also still writing, which is my prioirty, though I'm currently banging my head against a wall with it.

All my Down Under designs!

Undyne

Alphys

Muffet

Toriel

Bird That Carries You

And yes, you can get white dingoes (that aren't albino)! Dingoes actually come in a huge variety of colours and markings, and it's been problematic because farmers - like my own aunt - have been shooting what they thought were wild dogs killing their animals, because before UNSW's study on dingo genetics came out, pure-bred dingoes were thought to be functionally extinct on the mainland. Turns out dingoes aren't always tan coloured, but can actually look a lot like dogs.

My aunt has livestock guardian dogs now, and hasn't had problems since, from dingoes at least. They don't come onto the property anymore. The maremmas have been amazing.

[general-kalani]

Watching Spirit though it reminds me that the brumbies we Aussie have are actually a pest.

Because brumbies aren't native here and we're brought over in the 1800's.

History's wild. NZ has wild horses too but they're protected like. Why are WE trying to fight them of all things are we trying to make up for the emu war??

Anyway I'm still recovering don't mind me