Care to go for for a gallop?

((Proud Member of DramaFreeDisney)) Allow me to introduce myself. I am Angus, the jet black Clydesdale mount of Princess Merida. I may be a bit stubborn at times but I am a loyal companion and would do anything for my best friend Merida. Along with being her trusty mount, I provide her with the perfect escape from her castle lifestyle. Together we race across Scottish countryside so fast it is as if we are flying! Feel free to approach me should you desire. Unless your intentions are to harm Merida, I shall not bite or kick at you. Due to a spell concocted by the mysterious wood carving witch, I can project my thoughts into the minds of others to "talk" to them should I want to.

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Rewatched “Sprit: Stallion of the Cimarron” for the hundredth time and, like, why don’t people talk about this movie more??? Like it came out only a year after Shrek and that movie has a shit ton of sequels and yet no one ever talks about Spirit??? Like, 

(1) It doesn’t glorify or romanticize colonialism. It is some real-ass shit.

(2) It has amazing art.

(3) The main human character is Native American.

(4) It doesn’t stereotype or generalize or dehumanize Native Americans.

(5) It’s about horses!!!!

If you haven’t seen or even heard of this movie, drop everything right the fuck now and go watch. NOW. GO. GO. GO. It’s just an all-around good movie that will give you so many feels. 

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Not kidding there will never be a movie to ever be made that I will love more than Spirit.

[gallopingthroughtheglen]

((I had to upload the first image because it is so adorable and then I figured why stop when I could give the world and my blog More Angus content))

[gallopingthroughtheglen]

The morning sky was chilled and moist as dew collected on the foliage of the forest. Through the air a dark shape glided just below the clouds, her off coloured gaze watching the land below. Some time passed before she spotted movement and rolled to the side before falling into a dive, the wind rushing over her scales until she pulled up and latched her claws onto the top of a tree. The dragon exhaled slowly, folding her wings back before scaling down to see who was meandering through the trees.

Being able to roam free was one of the rare joys in life that felt truly liberating to Angus. Without the restrictions of a saddle and bridle he felt truly free like he assumed his ancestors must have been when roaming the highland once. With a snort, he gave a prance and sped up into a gallop. 

All the same, the Clydesdale couldn’t shake the feeling he was being watched and so it wasn’t such a surprise when he came face to face with a dark shape that dropped from the sky.

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[grumpy--katt]

Disney Horses. By: Citron—Vert on devianART.

Credits go to Citron—Vert; if credit is wrong please change it or let me know!

http://www.deviantart.com/morelikethis/160121297

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Merida on Flickr.

[gallopingthroughtheglen]

"Well, she's only three weeks auld, she'd better hold off oan any disappearin' acts till she can walk an' talk, at least." She smiled down at the infant and tickled under her chin with one finger with a chuckle.

Angus snorted gently, humoured by the thought of his dear mistress being brought to exhaustion once the baby was at the age of being able to walk. He had seen this happen plenty of times with foals after all. “Those days will be the ones tha’ will be the hardest. Ye’ should enjoy the peaceful time of infancy while it lasts.”

[myirishhome]

The track to Ballynoe Stone Circle guarded by A Ballynoe Witch.

[gallopingthroughtheglen]

The tiny babe reached up a hand to tug gently at the great steed's mane, delicate fingers curling into the strands. She was smaller than a loaf of bread, her features reflecting both of her parents quite equally. A gurgle escaped her and Merida smiled. "Och, she likes ye."

Angus stayed very still as the baby grasped for his mane and his eyes barely left child, seemingly fascinated by her. “That’s good as I like her too. She ha’ yer wild adventurous steak in her eyes. Ah think she may be prone ter’ disappearin’ like you have always been.”

[budweiserclydesdale]

Clydesdales radiate majesty, even while chewing. Jealous?

[gallopingthroughtheglen]

HORSEY UR ALIVE

*Happy whinnies for being alive and well*

At the sight of the wisp Angus lowered his head to look at it.

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[chloederp]

This is so funny to me. Cinderella who the fuck is that horse? you’ve had Major since you were a little girl but what, he ain’t pretty enough for you? Shallow, much. Samson ain’t having none of Aurora’s shit, Astor has about as much personality as Prince Ferdinand, and Khan and Mulan just need to CHILL for like two seconds.

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[gallopingthroughtheglen]

She smiled and slipped into the stables, a bundle of blankets secure in her arms, the only thing visible a tiny hand grasping up at her hair. "This is Ardra," she said quietly, tilting the bundle so he could see the bright eyed infant within, "My daughter."

Angus inched a little closer and lowered his head to peer directly at them. He dared not to even breathe initially for fear of disturbing the baby. The little bundle of blankets made the Clydesdale’s chest soar in pride and he pressed his head against Merida’s shoulder lightly in affection. “Ardra. She is as beautiful as I expect ye’ were yerself. I am happy fer’ you.”

[gallopingthroughtheglen]

"Angus-- ah've someone fer ya tae meet."

Angus pricked his ears at the sound of his mistress’ voice and trotted over. “Oh? Is tha’ so? He could already smell the person who she intended to introduce him to and all the extra aromas that went with them but decided to play ignorant for her sake. “An’ who might this important person I am teh meet be?”