@hydrasheadest had some time to come over to take a ride. He's riding the horse he bought from me and I am riding the horse I bought from him - that's what I call kismet. And look how absolutely adorable we are! <3 So thankful that, in this crazy time, I get to call this guy my bestie bae boi.
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Palomino Masterlist
COMPLETE | Explicit 🔞 NO minors allowed
Jack Daniels x F!Reader
Series tags: Dude ranch cowboy Jack AU | mini-series | solo travel romance | lots of horsey details | self-indulgent AF | set in Wyoming | no physical descriptions of Reader
Note: You guys voted for Palomino to be the next WIP after Consent, and who am I to refuse? But honestly, thank you for voting for Jack, because I've been dying to write this story. If you'd like to be tagged, please comment, reblog or sign up at my taglist.
Part 1: Palomino
Unable to get a refund for a week-long horse-riding pack trip you'd booked with your ex, you decide to go solo. As it turns out, a rebound with a cowboy named Jack while traversing the wild landscapes of Wyoming might just be what you need.
Part 2: Buckskin
It's an eventful first day on the trail, to say the least.
Part 3: Dapple Grey
Tinder is a dangerous game. So is Never Have I Ever.
Part 4: Strawberry Roan
Jack pulls out all the stops for your birthday. All of them.
Part 5: Appaloosa
You and Jack play house for a day.
Part 6: Mustang
On the fifth day, you leave the Halfway House behind, and the conversation turns homeward.
Part 7: Fleabitten
You and Jack spend your last night together in the mountains - for now.
Part 8: Silver Pony
And just like that, your week at the Statesman Ranch comes to an end, leaving you grappling with the prospect of saying goodbye to Jack.
Part 9: Warmblood
The hardest goodbye you’ll ever say.
Oneshots & drabbles
Deleted scenes from the series that I didn't have the word count for.
Bernaise: You watch Jack cook. Deleted scene from Part 4 - Strawberry Roan.
If Only: Jack smiles and brushes a thumb across your cheek. If only you knew.
Peeks into Jack and Darlin's life after the end of the series.
Pressing: Jack marks you as his in an unexpected way.
Real: You call Jack after running into your ex at a wedding.
Cowgirl Aesthetics: 'This dress won't last ten minutes in a real horse yard and you know it, darlin''.'
Headcanons
Miscellaneous headcanons - some requested, some no one asked for.
Silver Pony | Jack’s moustache | Jack and horses | Jack's guilty pleasures | Jack is king of the two step | Jack's allergies | Teak the artist
Visuals
Mostly made/commissioned for A Palomino Farewell.
Special edition chapter banners
Horses of Palomino
Palominogram: About last night
Palominogram: The cellar
Commissioned art
Belt buckle inspiration
Moodboard: Buckskin
Moodboard: Palomino
Horse girl representation
Recipes
Mama Daniels' express chili: featured in Fleabitten
Poppy's chocolate & rum cupcakes: featured in Strawberry Roan
Chapter sneak peeks: two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight
Bonus content
Art and misc. generously gifted by my sweetest friends ❤️
A Palomino Farewell
Palomino playlist
A birthday message from cowboy Jack and Cowboy yearning by the most talented @guiltypleasure-art
Palomino edit by the loveliest Heidi @wildemaven
Moodboard by the sweetest Keira @k-ra
Playlist by sweetest Sil @psychedelic-ink for A Palomino Farewell
Palomino-inspired cocktail recipe by darlin' Skye @iamskyereads
I can't believe that Palomino now has its own cocktail!!! I'm so honoured that Skye created and shared this recipe with us. All the elements are perfect, from the Campfire whiskey (Darlin's favourite time of the day - snuggling with Jack by the fire), apple (If Only reference) and Ginger (who convinced Darlin' not to cancel the trip). I cannot wait to try this cocktail myself, thank you so so much my love ❤️
More notes: This is a very personal story to me as I grew up loving and riding horses. I've been lucky enough to go on several horseriding holidays, and I'm writing directly from experience - except the hot cowboy part, sadly. Even if you don't ride, I hope you enjoy this story, and I will be the happiest writer if I impart to you even a fraction of the joy of exploring the great outdoors from the back of a steady (or speedy) steed.
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Hi! I love your rescue ranch AU!
I’m not sure if you’ve already gone over this but what are the names and breeds of the horses the Links have?
Thank you so much!!!! ❤️ I did go over this! But I’ll be happy to go over it again :)))) I’ve changed a lot of details since that first post.
Time - Appaloosa/Belgian Draft named Epona! - Color: Blonde - Age: She’s 20yo - Height: 17hh.
Twilight - A mix of many different breeds, they’re not totally sure what, but she’s stockier than average horses so they’re pretty sure she’s got some draft horse in her! Her name is Lady :) - Color: Palomino - Age: 12yo - Height: 16.2hh
Warriors - Quarter Horse! His name is Royal. - Color: white and orangey chestnut paint - Age: 8yo - Height: 16.3hh
Sky - Fjord/Morgan mix named Moon. - Color: fjord…color… - Age: 15yo - Height: 15.3hh
Wild - Thoroughbred/Quarter Horse mix, named Sriracha Sauce. - Color: RED chestnut - Age: 7yo - Height: 16hh
Hyrule - Pure bred Rocky Mountain Horse named Heart. - Color: the color that Rocky Mountain Horses are - Age: 16yo - Height: 15.1hh
Wind - Appaloosa named Waker. - Color: dapple black - Age: 10yo - Height: 15.hh
Four - Quarter horse/Morgan mix named Minish. They all call her Mini or Mini Pie or Min-Min or Nini though. - Color: bay - Age: 17 - Height: 14.3hh
Legend - Mutt named Farore. He’s got no idea how many breeds she is, but she’s the best cow horse in the kingdom and that’s enough. - Color: dapple grey/roan - Age: 12 - Height: 16.1hh
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Pregnant mares at the Roan & Dapple Ranch! - Taken by Knox
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| | ➻ ( rudy pankow, twenty-two, he/him ) did you hear all the drama from rick’s party ? yeah apparently ( gareth emerson ) was there. i think someone said they work at ( sam goody ) and their favourite song is ( love bites - judas priest ) and that they tend to be ( creative, impulsive ) but also seemed quite ( self-destructive, facetious ). everyone says they remind them of ( liquorice rolling papers, split lips, drum solos and yard sale paperbacks stuffed in your back pocket ) …. i guess i could see that too. | |
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name : gareth jason emerson
nicknames : grizz, gar, gar-bear, grizzly-adams
age : twenty-two
pronouns : he/him
sexuality : bisexual
birthday : august 30th
birthplace : hawkins, indiana
family : jolene emerson (mother), graham emerson (father), whitney emerson (y. sister), archie emerson † (y. brother)
tattoos & piercings : septum and tongue pierced though mostly hides these unless he’s partying in indianapolis or chicago or with the freaks. inner bicep piece of a black dragon curled around a great sword, roman numerals of archie & whitney’s birthdays on his left wrist, a tiny banana between his pointer finger on the right hand for monkey, his dog. a few ugly stick and pokes and some newer ones that are way less ugly.
aesthetics : room temperature pizza, spending half your pay check on polaroid film, a wave of good aftershave, headbanging until your neck feels like it’ll snap, letting your little sister paint your nails, engine oil in denim, love bites by judas priest playing faintly from a pair of headphones, dappled sunlight through forest leaves, sweat in your eyes, broken drumsticks, slinging your arm round the neck of your friend who can’t stop laughing, purple red bruises blooming like a valentines bouquet across your ribs, lovingly restoring old vinyl in the garage, the cold brush of a chain dangling from your lover’s neck against your racing pulse, smashing your fist into concrete until the knuckles split, the scent of old paper, cracked spines and well loved books.
never worn a matching pair of socks in his life, gareth liked garage sale paperbacks, pizza rolls and not much else. back in the day, the first five or six years of gareth’s miserable existence, the family had had a nice ranch style place by the woods but then his dad lost his job and they lost the house. from then on the family were usually too on top of one another, grizz always seeming to end up underfoot.
rock and roll’s the devil’s work, obviously. has soundproofed part of their small basement to practice drumming without getting yelled at.
[family death cw] though he never talks about it at all any more, about twelve years ago grizz’s five year old little brother drowned in lake tippecanoe when his dad briefly took his eyes off them. this kind of tore the family up. his mom left when grizz was fourteen, leaving a wad of cash in an envelope in his dresser and asking him to promise to be a ‘good boy’ until she came back. still waiting.
got a job the second he could during high school and has stayed employed ever since, though bounced around a fair bit.
[child abuse cw] his dad rarely goes a couple weeks without spiralling into a rage and physically attacking grizz which has been the same since his sophomore year, he’s just about to try and move out and find his own place after saving for a few years out of high school but he doesn’t want to leave his sixteen year old sister in the house.
used to be on the track team, a very fast runner.
held average grades at the start of high school, got some special attention from his english teacher who believed sincerely that he could do better if he just focused. managed to do pretty well by graduation but lost confidence in himself and his ability to adapt to living anywhere but hawkins because of his inability to pick a college. feels kind of cursed and stuck in roane county.
corroded coffin is his outlet, along with the ice hockey league he sometimes plays in a town over. has a notebook full of polaroids, quotes or lyric ideas scrawled on diner napkins, drive-in theatre tickets, the stamp from clubs in indianapolis and anything else you can think of, that is usually stuffed in the small of his back.
wears a lot of flannel and his extremely battered leather jacket basically every day of the year.
spends tooooons of time carefully painting the miniatures with tiny brushes for eddie’s d&d campaigns. usually plays a monk or a druid.
has a dog that is a mongrel of too many breeds to count named monkey, he has a neckerchief.
drums on every surface. all. the. time.
built a tree house and dugout in the middle of the forest for his friends from fifth to eighth grade, grizz’s dad is a carpenter by trade so he knows his way around.
makes a meaannnnn mac & cheese, is pretty much always down to clown.
pretty handy at fixing most types of motorbike, has been the only person to touch his own bike for about three years.
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the horses
cowboy like me
by cordeliacordate
CLM MASTERPOSTS
the horses: part one | part two
Stark Ranch +
BARN NAME: Smoke
REGISTERED NAME: Starks Smokin Gun
OWNER: Stark Ranch
RIDER: Cregan Stark
AGE & HEIGHT: 8 years | 16.2 hands
COAT & GENDER: roan stallion
BREED: Westeros Quarter Horse
BREEDER: Stark Ranch
SIRE: The Stark Side
DAM: Gunmetal Motte
PRIMARY DISCIPLINE: team roping, ranchwork
BARN NAME: Ice
REGISTERED NAME: Frosty May Stark
OWNER: Stark Ranch
RIDER: Cregan Stark
AGE & HEIGHT: 10 years | 15.3 hands
COAT & GENDER: palomino stallion
BREED: Westeros Quarter Horse
BREEDER: Stark Ranch
SIRE: The Stark Side
DAM: Frosty Blondie
PRIMARY DISCIPLINE: team roping, ranchwork
BARN NAME: Solar
REGISTERED NAME: Solar Flash
OWNER: Cerwyn Cattle & Quarter Horses
RIDER: Edric Cerwyn
AGE & HEIGHT: 10 years | 15.3 hands
COAT & GENDER: bay roan gelding
BREED: Westeros Quarter Horse
BREEDER: Cerwyn Cattle & Quarter Horses
SIRE: Flash Criminal
DAM: Sunrise Sommelier
PRIMARY DISCIPLINE: team roping, ranchwork
BARN NAME: Dottie
REGISTERED NAME: Bastards Daughter
OWNER: Stark Ranch
RIDER: Sara Stark
AGE & HEIGHT: deceased | 16.0 hands
COAT & GENDER: bay mare
BREED: Rhonyar Warmblood
BREEDER: Manderly Sport Horses
SIRE: Bastard Of The Sea
DAM: MDY Trident Shield
PRIMARY DISCIPLINE: three-day eventing
INFO: Dottie passed away years ago, but Sara now rides her daughter; a spitting image of the horse's sire (information available in part two)
HRH Targaryen Equestrians
BARN NAME: Vermax
REGISTERED NAME: HRH Vermax
OWNER: Jacaerys Velaryon Targaryen-Strong
RIDER: Jacaerys Velaryon Targaryen-Strong
AGE & HEIGHT: 8 years | 16.2 hands
COAT & GENDER: grey stallion with a bloody neck/shoulder
BREED: Valyrian Warmblood
BREEDER: HRH Targaryen Equestrians
SIRE: Karys Zaldrizes (great dragon in High Valyrian)
DAM: HRH Syrax
PRIMARY DISCIPLINE: three-day eventing
INFO: Jacaerys' heritage horse. While a Targaryen might saddle countless horses from the "royal bloodlines" in their lifetime, they are only ever given the opportunity to earn one heritage horse.
BARN NAME: Skiffy
REGISTERED NAME: HRH Seasmoke Skiff
OWNER: HRH Targaryen Equestrians, Laenor Velaryon
RIDER: Jacaerys Velaryon Targaryen-Strong
AGE & HEIGHT: 12 years | 16.0 hands
COAT & GENDER: dappled-grey stallion
BREED: Valyrian Warmblood
BREEDER: HRH Targaryen Equestrians
SIRE: HRH Seasmoke
DAM: Eglivys Aohys (your highness in High Valyrian)
PRIMARY DISCIPLINE: three-day eventing
BARN NAME: Onyx
REGISTERED NAME: HRH Onyx Balerion
OWNER: HRH Targaryen Equestrians
RIDER: Jacaerys Velaryon Targaryen-Strong
AGE & HEIGHT: 16 years | 17.0 hands
COAT & GENDER: black gelding
BREED: Valyrian Warmblood
BREEDER: HRH Targaryen Equestrians
SIRE: HRH Balerion
DAM: Zirtys Perzys (frozen fire, dragonglass in High Valyrian)
PRIMARY DISCIPLINE: dressage, three-day eventing
NOTE: some information has been omitted because of spoilers or lack of relevancy
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thank you for being my moral support buddy for this fic @heliophytes <3
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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: BLUES TRAVELER Custom Dyed & Distressed Hat.
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Pinehallow Ranch Pt 2
Part 1
The next morning Monty woke up and stared at the crackly ceiling above him. The sun was already shining bright through gaps between the window and the yellow curtains, illuminating what was now his room quite well even with the overhead light off. Yawning, Monty rolled over on his side and surveyed the space. His bed was in the corner of the room, the head against the outside wall, so he could see most of it easily. There was a desk under the window, one the right size for a boy who was slightly small for his age, with a stack of books he’d only glanced at. The chair had a deep blue cushion on the seat. A large rag rug of mostly blue and gray, but with little splashes of yellow here and there was in the middle of the floor, giving the room a cozy feel-he hadn’t been in the mood to appreciate it yesterday, but he was too sleepy to do anything else at the moment. On the opposite wall from the desk a tall chest of drawers sat a little ways away from the door and above it was a painting of an astronaut wearing cowboy boots jumping a cow over the moon.
Squirming slightly to get more comfortable and pulling the blanket up so it was tucked around his shoulders, most of Monty was pleased that something rather splendid was his. Or at least his to use. But between the books, the desk, and likely the painting-though as his uncle wore llama socks as a grown-up rancher perhaps he’d merely thought it nice for the spare room-it was quite obvious that Uncle Keith had had some time to prepare for his coming.
More time than Monty had been given to get used to the idea. It was possible that Mother had been going back and forth on the decision, and Uncle Keith had started planning long before he knew his nephew was coming for sure, but it was also possible that this had been decided upon ages ago and no one had told him.
Which was ludicrously unfair, but it wasn’t as though he could change it now. Whatever the truth was, it had already happened. And he didn’t want to be mad at Mother anymore, not when she would be leaving and it would be months before he saw her again.
Monty wasn’t sure how he felt about his uncle picking out things just for him. It was complicated, he decided. Having enough of thinking, he pushed back his comforter and went in search of a change of clothes. It felt early, even with the sun so bright, but they were far enough south it would rise earlier here than he was used to now, and Monty was hoping to get in a bit of exploring while his mother was still asleep and Uncle Keith was probably already working. Stepping carefully out into the hallway, he all but tiptoed across to the bathroom he’d been shown the night before. Monty had been so tired by the end of the day that brushing his teeth had slipped his mind entirely and now his mouth felt like it had had something small and fuzzy crawling around in it while he slept.
That taken care of, he walked quietly out to the front porch, knowing that if his mother woke up she’d insist he eat something and wait for someone to explore with, so he didn’t get lost or underfoot. Monty wasn’t planning to go far anyway, just to look around the yard and go over to the corral, and he didn’t see how he could get either lost or underfoot when it could be seen from the house. For a minute he just stared out over the expansive land, feeling overwhelmed. There was so much of it, before you even got to the ranch proper, with hay fields and outbuildings and a tractor he could see rumbling along in the distance. He wondered if Uncle Keith was on the tractor.
Eventually the overwhelmed feeling drifted away and curiosity quickly took its place. Monty stepped off the porch and decided that the yard itself could wait-the corral, and a glimpse of the horse his uncle had told him was called a blue roan propelling him that direction. Monty, who could see clearly that the horse was black and white thought that horse people were rather strange as he stepped across the well swept yard. He wondered how many children had been disappointed when someone showed them a ‘blue’ horse and it was just ordinary animal colors!
Not that there was anything disappointing about the creature that Uncle Keith had told him was a mare, a spirited, but sweet creature called Stardust, who was currently gamboling around with a brown and gray dappled horse, both looking as though being a horse on a sunny morning was the best thing one could be. Monty, enthralled, made a beeline toward them, only paying enough attention to the rest of what was in front of him to keep from tripping and falling on his face. When he got to the corral fence he leaned against it and just stared. Watching the horses drift and play was the best show he’d ever seen, Monty was sure.
Most of the horses ignored him, or seeing that he wasn’t one of the humans they knew, started to move away. Some snorted at each other as though telling their friends there was a stranger nearby, but the blue roan and her playmate continued to romp around, only slowing to occasionally nuzzle or butt at one another with their long noses.
And then, her ears flickering back and forth in what Monty was half convinced was some sort of secret horse code, the mare’s eyes landed on him. Tentatively, eyes curious, she picked her way forward, legs stepping high.
Oh, why hadn’t he grabbed a carrot or an apple from the kitchen? He knew horses liked them, and he was sure once Stardust got close and saw he had nothing for her she’d decide he was boring and go back to enjoying her exercise in the sun. Still, as she came close, Monty held out his hand for her to snuffle at and get his scent, saying quietly, “Hi, I’m Monty,” and grinning with giddiness when she actually sniffed his hand, even nuzzling into it a little. “Next time I’ll bring you a treat, that’s a promise.” The horse let him stroke up her regal nose a few times before deciding to trot back to her friend. Monty stared after her with an enormous smile on his face.
“Well now, it looks like you made a friend!” Uncle Keith’s voice startled him, Monty jumping at the sound of loud good cheer so close behind him, but he had made a friend and it felt amazing, so by the time he turned around to face his uncle he was smiling wide again. “Stardust already knows what a good horseman you are, ain’t that something?”
“You really think so?” Monty blushed at the way he’d blurted out the question, but Uncle Keith nodded, his smile softening into something that could only be described as ‘fond’.
“Sure. The most important thing for dealing with any animal is to respect them, and if it’s an animal you’re working with you got to care for them too. Stardust looked at you and knew right away those were two things you weren’t going to fail in.” Monty looked at him for a long moment, a little worried he was being humored, or even made fun of. But Uncle Keith didn’t look like he was doing either of those things at all. He looked like he meant it.
“I won’t let her down,” Monty promised, meaning it just as much. Or Uncle Keith either, but he wasn’t going to tell him that just yet.
“‘Course not. Now, how you’d like to come and meet the chickens with me? We’ve got a few litters of chicks running around, they’re awful cute.” Monty nodded, stepping away from the fence and looking at the tall man expectantly. “Alright, just follow me.” Monty did, wondering what kind of socks his uncle had on today-he couldn’t see because of his boots, but he hoped it was something interesting again, like cactuses or more llamas.
A grown-up who wore llama socks was more likely to understand a boy than one who wore argyle or plaid, Monty was sure.
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Got in some jump training with R&DR Crack a Cold One at the new barn.
Wait, what? New barn? Yes, NEW BARN! I've been gone due to renovations- actually, who am I kidding? It's destruction. We ripped everything down and rebuilt with all new layouts, features, and special additions. I'll be posting the photos of the transformations soon enough but for now let's just appreciate how adorable Scout is. <3
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Selling this Dutch Warmblood mare in the Equiliberty Discord server if you're interested in picking up a beautiful sooty palomino to your ranch or stable! Auction for her ends 09/06 @ 6PM PST!
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HH Gone Country is just too pretty now to show off. Definitely a waaaaaaaaaay different feel to her than my chunky AQH's, but she rides like a dream. I'm very much enjoying getting to find out who she is personality-wise, which is a very sweet and self assured mare. Gotta give a shout out to my best friend @hydrasheadest for creating such a fantastic mare - and the most expensive one that I had to fight to get in auction.
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Stepping Out on the Waves
So many of you have been following my health journey for sometime now…you’ve covered me with encouragement, support and prayer and celebrated my wins and victories with me. And I want to thank you so much!! It’s an honor to get to share my story and to hopefully be an encouragement as well…because we are […]
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[R&DR] Bullet Show at Dawn (also known as "Arizona") is the walking and whinnying version of 'If it breathes, I can befriend it'. This gorgeous young mare who stands at 15.2hh is fearless, which helps her in her barrel racing career that she is beginning in for the first time this year. Arizona is projected to give amazing results in competition, and produce some friendly and talented foals in upcoming breedings.
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Cecily and Birdie really reminded us that, you can stumble through life as long as you have a bestie to do it with. <3
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Heavy preggy ladies! Arizona and Siren are basically just waiting to burst any time now. While this is Siren's first baby, Arizona is no stranger to this rodeo as this will be her fourth foal ever since I owned her. I know that Ari is gonna be the best mom as she has been with all her babies, but I'm not too sure how Siren is gonna react to the birthing process or being a mother. They're both due any day now, so it's all a waiting game.
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Why You Should Give Up!
Stuck trying to change the world? This post says focus on yourself instead. Inner peace is the real win. Prioritize what brings you calm, ditch negativity, and set goals. Let go of the past and chase what matters. This “ruthless focus” is freedom to be you. Fight for your dreams and find fulfillment.
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