#pinto speaks

[routetoroadkill]

Joseph Quinn writes steddie fanfiction, he told me himself

[delusionsofspace]

Hi . grabbing you. Look at them thanks :]

[girldewar]

i have had the world’s longest day and it is not even 4pm. i feel like this

[prettyboywoll]

Shane has the cutest dog ever

[a-little-monotonous]

being able to upgrade ur horse's stats in totk is one of the best things they've added

[sketchy-scribs-n-doods]

the comedy hell that is being able to commit to the bit to an absurd and nonsensical degree but unable to tell a joke/funny story without falling into wheezing laughter halfway through

[emeraldgreaves]

mr. malcom’s list skyrocketed to the top of regency romance media by virtue of having bonnets

[intheholler]

classist discourse is getting a lot of traffic to the blog, and so i wanna make something clear:

this blog is for the river rats. for the rural dwellers who go to "town" for what they need; it's 45 minutes away and everyone calls it "town" because it has the closest food lion.

it's for the box fans and the ceiling fans and pipe dreams of central AC in july. for the "it's not the heat, it's the humidity" and the resulting wild, untameable hair.

this blog is for the patchwork quilt your mama made you and the one her mama made her and the one you wished you learned how to make for you and yours. same goes for them buttermilk biscuits your mamaw made that you kick yourself for never watching her make closely enough.

it's for those who know the difference between "sweet tea" and "tea with sugar in it." this blog is for the pintos and biscuits, for kids whose dads would pull the tobacco from their cigarettes to place on the wasp sting you got running barefoot in the fields.

it's for the banjos and the folklore and the folk songs, for that gorgeous mountain drawl that colors the lyrics. it's for every monosyllabic word that you speak with two syllables and it's for every time you've ever been insulted for it.

this blog is for anyone from appalachia or the south who ever hated themselves for where they were born, and especially those who tried to hide it.

it's for the ignorance of our youth, for the hate and racism we were taught, but now fight loudly against.

it's for every queer person who grew up in the hollers violently hating themselves because they thought they had to. everyone else did.

it's for the ones who left that church one day and never walked back into it, and it's especially for the ones who still secretly worry they're going to a hell they don't even believe in for it.

it's for the southerners who have ever been insulted or invalidated just because there are no Gs on the ends of any of your words.

it's for every appalachian who has been failed by the education system and it is especially for the high school dropouts.

this space is for yall. it's not for who they think we are.

[gallusrostromegalus]

Hey! Are there any plants you can recommend for an apartment garden intended to produce food? This is my first apartment after living in the country my whole life, and food is very expensive, so I want to plant a little pot garden, but I'd love some suggestions on what to put in it because I have no experience for growing in such limited space. What do you think would be best for producing food, but also looking nice and not needing much space?

Plants that you can grow in a pot that will produce a lot of filler-food really fast (like, you can start harvesting within 2-3 weeks of sprouting [though I'd really reccomend starts/baby plants and not seeds this late in summer]): Lettuce, kale, swiss chard, brocolini, broccoli, PEAS, Green Beans, radishes, zucchini and other summer squash. Use these to fill in meals/stretch out protiens/feel fuller/get more fiber in your diet. Not a lot of calories but the fiber and vitamins they have are good for you.

Plants you can grow in a pot that will produce a lot of flavors for you: Basil, thyme, rosemary, Parsley, sage, oregano, mint, marojam, bay laurel, and Dill. Nearly every fresh herb can be grown in a pot and while they don't make a lot of filler or calories, they do make what food you have taste a whole lot better.

Plants you can grow in a pot that take a lot longer to mature but will produce a TON of food all at once that can be frozen for later: Patio Tomatoes, winter squash, strawberries, carrots, POTATOES, garlic, onions, beets, beans you dry out for later like pinto and black beans. This will require storage space in your freezer or a cool dark place like a closet.

Not a Plant, but you can get grow kits and get a shitload of them really fast and grow them indoors: Mushrooms. Those mushroom kits WORK and will keep producing for a suprisngly long time.

CAVEATS:

I think all plants are pretty but I can't speak to what your apartment complex will or will not allow.

I also find tending the garden very relaxing so I think all plants are low-effort so don't take my word on what a normal amount of work is.

A lot of what you CAN grow will depend on how much sunlight and space you have, and how much soil you're willing/able to schlep up there, so you'd have to send me more precise specs on your space to get specific advice on what to plant, but think about A) what you'll actually eat B) look up the sunlight and space requirements of those crops C) look into as many vertical growing options as possible tbh. Peas will grow on any trellis even just some sticks or string, herbs can be wall-mounted, and other plants can pe put in pots on risers to get as many plants into the sunlight you have.

If food stability is a concern for you PLEASE look up the location, hours and requirements of your local food bank. It's there for everyone who needs it, including you.

You can also see if your city has a crop share program where you can get produce from local/nearby farmers at a big discount compared to the store. goo for you, your wallet AND the enviornment.

[routetoroadkill]

I hate having to block billy antis who are rlly good artists for other characters i like

[delusionsofspace]

I know I said I was going offline for now (still am) but my roommate sent me this of my cat and I needed my mutuals to see it

[multimilfs]

Maleficent x Fem!Reader: Watching, Waiting, Wanting

Summary: Maleficent + 93 -- "Say you want me, and I'm yours."

AO3

Prompts found here!

A/N: I rewatched the Maleficent movies recently and they made me so happy. I'm so glad I could write this!

Full Ficmas List

Tag List: @ghostsunderstoodmysoul @escapetodreamworld @multifandomfix

Warning(s): None

You duck under the willow, careful not to be spotted. All you need is one last detail to make this work. Phillip looks up quickly, but relaxes upon seeing you, and you let out a small laugh. 

“Nervous?” You ask. 

He straightens his spine, “Is it that obvious?” 

“A bit,” You nod. When he deflates and begins to fiddle with his armor, you wince. You’re definitely not helping his nerves, “She loves you, Phillip. Nothing could make her say no. All you have to do is ask the question and we’ll handle the rest.” 

As if on cue, Pinto ducks through the willow branches; your last detail, falling into place; or rather, walking into place. You kneel down into the soft grass as Pinto gazes up and lets out a garbled, fey version of your name. 

You’ve come to know every fairy, pixie, and wallerbog by name since coming to the moors. And though you’d never, ever admit it, Pinto has been your favorite so far. The spiky little fairy is loyal and tenacious. If you ever found yourself in a pinch, you trusted Pinto to get you out of it. Now, though, you’re trusting her to get you into one. 

“Perfect timing, Pinto. I need your help.” 

She tilts her head and poses you a question. You don’t speak the language she does, but you understand the meaning well enough—with what? Pinto asks. 

Laying your hand on the soft grass at her feet, she takes the cue, hopping into your palm. The look on her little face is very serious and you smile. Your chest is filled with excitement. 

“Alright, here’s the situation…” 

Pinto is suitably filled in and plays the role of distraction perfectly. You watch from the crowd of creatures, trying to hide your excitement; Aurora is your dearest friend and confidant, you want nothing but happiness for her. 

You see how Phillip brings her joy. The smile on her face and sound of her laughter is enough to banish any sadness from your heart on the worst of days. Aurora has been a loyal, true friend, and you’re honored to orchestrate this proposal for her after all she’s done for you; giving you a home when you arrived in the Moors wounded and alone, giving you a family in herself and the fey folk, and introducing you to Maleficent. 

Though as the willow fairies swarm and dance, revealing the overjoyed couple, you worry you’ve somehow betrayed Maleficent by doing this. A pit forms in your stomach as you watch Diaval fly towards the Dark Fey’s nest. 

But a pair of arms wrap around you and there’s a laugh in your ear. The worry melts away. 

“Thank you, thank you!” Aurora giggles.

“Don’t thank me! Your dashing Prince did all of the hard work.” 

Aurora pulls back, holding your hands in her own, “Without you, my Aunties or Pinto would have led me to the wrong tree. You’ve worked hard too.” 

“It isn’t hard work when it’s for you.” You say softly, honestly. 

Her eyes are glazed with happy tears and she throws her arms around you again. You laugh as you’re spun, the soft grass tickling your ankles, little fairies giggling with the two of you. Life had once been so cruel and now you know only joy. How lucky you feel. 

But the pit sits in your stomach again. 

Your friend must be having similar thoughts, if the hesitance on her face means anything. She bites her lip uncertainly and plays with your hands still in her own. 

She asks quietly, “How do you think my Godmother will react to the news?” 

“I think she’ll be… happy that you’re happy… eventually.” 

Aurora grumbles and pulls away, pacing back and forth while you watch on. You see Pinto mirror her behavior out of the corner of her eye. It takes all your willpower not to also join in, but you decide to remain strong for all of you. 

That strength nearly crumbles when you hear Pinto gasp and the Aunties yell to hold on. 

The great force of her wings nearly drives you back, but you remain mostly in place. You stand back by the willow as Aurora and Maleficent talk. Though now and again you can feel eyes on you, boring into your skin, and you shrink bit-by-bit. 

You were taken by Maleficent the moment you saw her years ago. 

When Aurora and the fey folk dragged you wounded to the former’s throne, you had wondered if the injuries would overcome you. You had mourned the life you didn’t anticipate getting to live. But in what you believed to be your last moments, you were grateful to be surrounded by beauty and kindness. 

Then Aurora called out to Maleficent, and she came. Her abnormally bright eyes landed on you and you knew nothing else would compare. 

She healed you, slowly and carefully, at Aurora’s request, talking all the while though it was clear she was uncomfortable. The days after she made herself scarce and you felt the loss keenly. 

Since that day, there was rarely a time when you strayed too far from the Dark Fey. You had no desire to be anywhere she wasn’t. Her dry wit and humor put you off at first, but the sincere emotion behind them endeared you to her. Maleficent had become your greatest confidant. She’d also stolen your heart, though you’d never dare tell her.

“I suppose you had something to do with this union.” Maleficent says, loudly, and you know she’s talking to you. 

You meet her eyes and nod, “And if I did?” 

“Then you can find another nest to sleep in.” 

“Godmother.” Aurora murmurs. 

Maleficent rolls her eyes, glaring at the girl. Aurora only stares back. 

“You at least could have warned me.” Maleficent says. 

Crossing your arms over your chest, you raise your eyebrow. Had you told her the surprise would have been spoiled and she knows that as well as you. You also worry, secretly, that the to-be groom would’ve disappeared. 

“You’d have reacted no better two days ago than now, Maleficent. Your nest would have been in shambles and I��d be warning off concerned fairies instead of celebrating with Aurora.” 

Maleficent’s head tilts to the side. Her eyes are more intense, extra focused on you. 

“Aurora, will you leave us?” 

Shooting you a look of concern, Aurora nods. She wanders completely out of the clearing and you want to yell after her. You do no such thing as Maleficent steps forward and closer to you. She’s notably missing her staff; her steps still uneven from the years she’d adapted to living without wings. 

Fierce green magic spreads from her palms where she clenches them at her sides. You ache to take them in your own, to soothe her emotions, but you fear it’s unwanted. 

“You didn’t tell me.” Maleficent whispers. She almost sounds betrayed. 

“It would have upset you.” 

“I’m far more upset now.” 

“I want her to be happy, Maleficent,” You say, pleading, “Is that so terrible?” 

“She’s happy here. A whole kingdom loves and attends to her everyday. She wants for nothing. Her happiness doesn’t need to come from that boy, not when she has me. Us.” She says fiercely. 

The magic in her hands flares. You take her hand this time, feeling the power seep into your skin when you lace your fingers together. Maleficent stares down at your joined hands. 

“You’re right. She doesn’t need him to be happy, but if he brings her joy, why should we deny her that? Love isn’t so terrible.” 

“Love doesn’t always end… well.” 

You see the fear in her face, and can feel the effects of it seep into your skin. You want to do a number of heartless things to the late King Stefan; though not for the first time. 

Maleficent means well. Her love for Aurora is what changed her and made her whole again, but it didn’t heal the scars her Father left behind. It isn’t so simple, unfortunately. Your heart aches in your chest to take away her pain and fear. But if you don’t let her feel it and come to terms with it, she’ll never come to terms with Phillip and Aurora’s marriage. 

“It doesn’t always end terribly either.” You say. And in a moment of madness, your mouth opens, and you say more, “I mean, it can’t, right? Not when we’re so content.” 

Maleficent’s eyes widen and your heart drops. Did you really say that? You could kick yourself for letting your traitorous mouth give you away. But you can’t, not when you’re pinned by a pair of bright eyes, emotions behind them you can’t decipher. 

Aurora and Diaval had prodded you to confess for so long and you chose the worst moment to do so. You’re even more embarrassed when you notice Pinto to your left, watching with barely concealed interest, eyes moving back and forth between you and Maleficent. 

“What do you mean by that?” Maleficent asks slowly. 

Gathering the fractured remains of your courage, you swallow. 

“It means that I love you, Maleficent,” You whisper, “I’ve held it in worrying it’d be too much for you… but say you want me, and I’m yours. I think I have been since the night I met you.” 

There it is. 

The truth, unfiltered, and honest; out in the open with the rest of the swirling feelings. You avoid her eyes and stare intensely at your joined hands. You suppose it’s a good sign that she hasn’t pulled away yet, at least she’s not disgusted. 

Silence stretches on and you wonder if she’s plotting your murder. It’d be a good time, with Pinto being the only witness. She might not go through with it immediately though if it’ll sully Aurora’s happiness and you hope you’ll at least get to see the wedding. 

You try to distract yourself with the details; will it be here in the Moors or in Ulstead? Will Phillip’s parents approve of the union? Will they approve of Maleficent?

“How can you love me?” Maleficent asks. 

Meeting her eyes, you’re surprised by the confusion in them, like she expects you to change your mind. 

“How could I not?” 

“I’m not good. I’ve taken lives and will likely take more, I’ve done horrible, evil things.” 

“I know.” 

“You… know.” She says slowly. 

Careful not to startle her, you place a hand on her cheek, feeling her cheekbone dig pleasantly into your palm, “I know. It changes nothing.” 

Maleficent looks at you like she can’t understand you; like she’s fathoming how you can exist. You vow that she’ll never again have to wonder how someone could love her. The rest of your days, you’ll use every bit of your power to prove her worthy of true, honest love. 

It surprises you how quiet the Moors are around you. Not even a breeze is blowing through. You wonder how many fey folk Aurora has watching with her, waiting for something. If you’re being honest, you’re waiting too. 

You decide to stop waiting. 

Leaning forward slowly enough to give Maleficent an out, you press your lips to the Dark Fey’s. She tastes like the berries growing inside the crystal caves. Her lips are soft and pliant, moving carefully against your own. 

Beyond initiating the kiss, you back off, letting Maleficent guide you through the motions. It goes without saying that this is one of the only kisses she’s shared. She’s an excellent kisser despite the lack of experience; though that may just be your delight at not being pushed away or rejected. 

When you pull away, you’re still curiously alone. Then you hear a garbled noise that sounds suspiciously like finally! from your feet. Pinto is looking up with delight and you laugh. Maleficent chuckles too. 

But when you look up, she’s not looking at Pinto. She only has eyes for you. 

You try to hide your blush as fairies flood the clearing, Aurora following behind. Her smile is knowing. Blushing even brighter, you meet Maleficent’s eyes when you hug her daughter, and let yourself sit in the joy. 

Aurora found hers happy ending and you did too… if only you knew how things would shift. 

[professional-nutria-enjoyer]

somethibg something rdr2 horse symbolism

mmmh i dont know if this has been discussed before but well, here is my take on it that no one asked for.

Attention! I may be overanalyzing some aspects

Oh and ❗ SPOILERS ALERT❗

Dutch: flashy, fast, expensive arabian and commonly thought of as the best horse.That alone tells you a lot of his personality, he is materialistic, possessive and his current mood changes as fast as his horse speed. His status is equivalent at the one of an arabian, at least among his gang. It's worth noting that it's not pure white, but cremello. Dutch isn't the light he promised at the people who follow him, it's just a facade, a play; something that gets close, but not enough. An Arabian the player can find up in Ambarino is actually pure white. The Count is such a badass name btw

Note 1) it's neat that they are both known for being hard to please

Hosea: second in line so his horse should be considered the second best (in terms of speed and stamina). Slim, athletic, fast, the silver Turkoman is the embodiment of agility. Hosea may not be physically agile, but mentally? He is a fast-thinker, deceiving bastard. He is known for his cunning personality and his ability to speak his way out of the most dire of situations. But he didn't have an arabian and his stamina run out before the former.

note 1) lovely tumblr user @i-will-bite corrected me with their golden and very appreciated addition to the post. Here i quote their words:

"It's not that Turkoman has less stamina than Arabian - they can go for days without food and water and cover great distances. The difference is: Arabians are made to gallop, Turkomans are made to trot; they need to go far, so they would rather save energy.So you can read that as "moving forward with determination but caution" :)"

Thank you so much again, i-will-bite. I think you can also read as how different Dutch and Hosea's thinking is, Hosea is willing to look after the immediate action, to what said action will bring to their future. Dutch instead only thinks about the here and now, any resemblance to some sort of plan (spoiler: he doesn't have one) was probably almost made on the spot. He deceived the gang by 'appearing' as the light they needed and he doomed them by trying to be the Hosea they lost.

Note 1 bis) sure, he was far gone even before Hosea's death but surely that was the very last straw he could take before going completely nuts.

Arthur: we know that Arthur's dead horse is named 'Boadicea' and I read somewhere (reddit or tumblr) that it's likely that his former equine friend was a Silver Dapple Pinto Missouri Fox Trotter. For one, it's commonly thought as the third best horse in the game (and Arthur is third in line) and in one of Albert Mason's side quests you get to see one, Arthur immediately recognizes it despite the player not having see it before, which means Arthur knows his business with this specific horse breed. The Silver Dapple Pinto mane is one of the most beautiful in the game (if not the most) and this could represent Arthur's ability in seeing beauty in the world surrounding him.

Micah: now I don't remember the specific horse breed (and I can't look it up online right now) but I think it was a horse useful for long distance riding which can explain why it took 6+ chapters for Micah to get ''''''''control'''''''' of Dutch's actions. Something everyone has surely noticed is that his horse is literally masked, and just like in Dutch's fashion it serves as an example of how he too is trying to deceive others by looking like the exact opposite of the rat that he is. Also his horse is literally the horse you get in the low honour ending of red dead redemption (1).

Will add more later

[cacartoon]

(I don't know if you do headcannons for your comics, so sorry if you're not comfortable with it!!!)

Headcanon for the Castaway Octonauts AU:

The junior octo agents (at least try) to bring back the octonauts and find Barnacles at some point.

For example, it just fits Koshi to be determined to keep "The Case of the Beached Barnacles" in her free time,

As well as for Ursa and Orsom to be too determined to not give up on their uncle who survived the catastrophe of their first 'Polar Bear Track' (I forgot what its called-) with them.

As Periwinkle got older, he could see how much his uncle was hurt by everything, and despite not knowing much about the team, could still see how much

Even Pinto who loved and respected the Octonauts team would be in disbeleif that they would give up (Even if they did try their best and kept the search up for all those months.) And would try to pry the details out of a reluctant Peso.

Maybe they'd pull a "Parent Trap, and try to bring the octonauts/octo agents in the same place to try to sort things out, or one or more to leave by themselves to try and find him.

(Whether or not it actually works can create some major fluff or angst)

IDK tho, I feel like the meme with the guy and the conspiracy board-

The Case of the Beached Barnacles- omg I am deceased. That’s brilliant!

Honestly I had a similar thought of how the Junior OctoAgents responded to the team splitting up.

Maybe I can have them like speaking in secret 🤫 with one another to have each other keep tabs on the crew.

Koshi would definitely have a whole notebook about the details of the day the captain disappeared. Dashi would’ve of probably vented to her sister after some convincing.

Periwinkle definitely would feel awful for his uncle Shellington. I feel like he’d ask about why they split up and Shellington would explain how things just got too hard for them. And Peri would absolutely work with the other agents to try and continue the search, even if the team is too distraught.

I do have a bit of how Orson and Ursa (the captain’s niece and nephew) as well as their mother Bianca reacted to hearing that Barnacles disappeared. The cubs were devastated to hear about it but refuse to believe that he could just vanish like that. With them being polar scouts, they’d have contact with Tracker so they would be able to get information on the rest of the team and the agents. Bianca was also devastated by her brother’s disappearance, thought she held strong for her cubs. Though she wasn’t certain if Barnacles was alive or not, she knew Barnacles wouldn’t want her to give up (especially since she’s a mom with two young cubs).

Note: I also have more on Natquik Peso and Tracker. With those three being close with Barnacle’s family through their relationships with the captain, I imagine they keep tabs on Bianca and the cubs. Tracker would keep giving any updates he can get. Natquik, with some help from Peso, always send care packages and gifts to Bianca and the cubs as a way to keep an eye on them for Barnacles.

Now Pinto, OOOOOH Pinto wouldn’t take the news lying down. I’m sure at some point Peso explained what happened (although maybe not in a lot of detail) and tries to get Pinto to understand the situation. However, knowing Pinto, he’d be just like Kwazii and refuse to give up. So while he investigates in his own way, he also would encourage Peso to not give up as well and to reach out as often as he can to the others.

Other OctoAgents do play a role in continuing the search in little ways. Paani and Min especially. Whether it be encouraging the Octonauts to reconcile and get back together, or trying to support them in their time grief and anguish.

Overall your headcanon was amazing to think about.

[dayque]

I want to believe that in Rafe's attempt to not distance himself from his parents' culture he speaks Spanish as much as he can, always hangs out with his mate, and bases his diet and interactions on getting closer to his latino roots.

THEREFORE Alec, Magnus and Max also have empanadas, pupusas, sandwiches de miga, pinto for breakfast...😻