#also goats

[consistentsquash]

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because everybody needs this in their life. like maslow’s hierarchy of something. AMAZINGNESS! <3 <3 <3

[carrot-tea-time]

im going fucking bonkers over the caves and cliffs update it’s SO GOOD

[xathia-89]

@umbralaperture @muggzc @plumpblueberry @shrimpalompa @jennacat84 and everyone else, please enjoy my handwriting. I'm finding it stressful to turn my laptop on, so it doesn't get turned on is my solution to that. But I am enjoying my writing at least.

[bookbeani]

hi! 62 for the ask if no one's asked it yet?(:

62: What makes you happy?Books, small animals, my friends, les mis, and getting lovely asks like this. Thanks! 

[bitchfromtheseventhhell]

“it smells of goat shit,” complained martyn.  “and the air’s too thin.  i’m getting dizzy.”

“you could be with hector, facing men down in the valley,” artys replied airily.  “but since you elected to join me on this, you really don’t have anything to complain about.”

martyn grumbled.  “i spent too much time with goat shit on my mother’s steadhold, i don’t need goat shit in this kingdom you’d claim.”

artys laughed and turned and pointed over his shoulder.  “hector is back that way.  he’s hard to miss.  he’s the one in my armor.  go on, then.”

but martyn didn’t go, as artys had known he wouldn’t.  martyn liked to complain, quite as much as artys enjoyed making fun of him for complaining.  

“how do you even know this will work?” martyn asked, in a tone that implied he was now just having fun now.  “we’re tredging up this stupid mountain on a path covered with stupid goat shit and what if they’re waiting for us?  do you really think we can take them in the rear?”

“i seem to recall,” artys snorted, “that this was your idea.”

“it most certainly wasn’t.  no plans of mine would ever involve goat--”

“the bit with the misdirection and the decoy--that was definitely yours,” artys said.  “‘send some goon out in your armor and take a nap.’ gods know i wouldn’t have thought that on my own.”  

too bloody chivalrous for it, he thought in hector’s voice.  or was it martyn’s?  did it matter?  they were always making mock of how seriously he took his honor--a great irony that was not lost on him as he led men through the mountains to take royce’s force in the rear.  tactics, not dishonor, he told himself, hoping that it was true.

they made a good triad--he, martyn, and hector.  artys had the strategic mind, martyn the child’s laziness that somehow managed to produce moments of brilliance, and hector the sheer brute strength.  as a boy, he’d been jealous of hector and his strength, until hector had smacked him upside the head and said in a great, deep, booming voice, “as if you couldn’t take anything i won with that strength from me, you wily bastard.”

which, artys supposed, was why he was the one trudging up this goat path with martyn to claim seat and crown from robar royce and not hector serran.  that and because he highly doubted that hector had the patience for the task.  there wasn’t a battlefield that hector didn’t want to be in the middle of.

“are you calling hector ‘some goon’?” martyn demanded, feigning horror.  “he’s bleeding for you.  possibly dying for you.”

“i believe it was you that called hector ‘some goon,’ not me,” artys replied dryly.

martyn was right, though: the air was thinner than it had any right to be.  up above him, he could see the white caps of the mountains, where there was always snow, and the line where the trees stopped growing.  much higher than the velvet hills, eh? he thought at no one in particular.

“let’s rest here,” he called out to the men behind him.  they still had some miles to go before the path descended into the valley again.  the fighting would be beginning soon, if he had any guess.  he couldn’t hear the clattering of steel yet, nor the sounding of horns and drums, though he imagined he would.  everything echoed up here.  

he wished he could see for certain what was going on, even if he couldn’t hear, but the path was too wooded for them to catch anything more than the rare glimpse down into the valley.  i suppose hector isn’t the only impatient one, artys thought as he shed his sword and shield and pulled himself up onto a branch of a nearby tree, beginning to climb as close to the top as he thought would support his armored weight. 

“oh look at our king now.  positively a monkey, isn’t he?  trying to show off all his acrobatic skill on the eve of battle.”

“morn of battle,” artys corrected, “and yes.”  the men chuckled.  good, he thought, better laughing than frightened of failure.  it is harder to conquer than to defend.

the wind rustled the leaves about his head and artys closed his eyes and breathed deeply.  he’d get used to the thin air when he was king of these mountains.  he’d get used to the strange scent of the sap of trees whose names he did not yet know.  

we won’t fail.  he could feel it in his bones, in his blood.

how could they?  he, martyn, and hector could conquer the world if they wanted to.

[bettaesthetic]

Little lady does not conform to social chicken standards.

[intoxicatedfandom]

but interesting that she and Zayn collaborated and that he speaks of it as such a positive experience. Maybe they understand each other. 🧐

Yeah and I would like for them to work together again, I mostly like his collaborators but I think kehlani and Syd are two ones I just love and both of them be was in personally in studio with and I would really like for them to have another song. Either if them.

SYD. I love her so much. He could just form a duo with her and I’d be happy. Frank could join them fttt.

I’ve liked almost all Zayn’s collabs too, but some of them are just superior, like goats are the superior mammal lol.

[intoxicatedfandom]

I never knew there were sheeps in California.

there’s a lot of sheep. there’s this hill in my city and there’s always sheep and cows there and no one knows where they came from. they disappear sometimes and then come back a few days later. and this hill is across the street from a shopping center and next to another huge mall so it’s not like it’s isolated. the hills kinda fenced off so humans can’t get to it and they can’t get onto the road so the animals just chill there with their grass. sometimes there’s horses too but I think someone owns them and lets them out for a bit. I live in a pretty populated city in ca too, not like sfo or la tho. there’s even rabbits in my neighborhood that just wander around the neighborhood and hide in everyone’s front yard. idk why I gave you a whole essay on the animals near my house

Lol I enjoyed it. We have possums and squirrels, the regular city dwellers, but I’m deep in the central city. When I used to live in Portland we were next to a green space where hunger and development drove coyotes sometimes. Their cries were eerie af. I’d see rabbits out there but I think the coyotes got most of them. I’d enjoy a random sheep or goat.