A Diggity Dang Unicorn

I am amazing, in addition I'm a 22 year old artist and am a recent graduate from MIAD as a sculpture major. I love what I do therefor I will do what I love. I really like animals a lot it should be obvious! Horses and ungulates mostly but I love a lot of other animals. I post a lot of horses and artwork on my blog as well as stuff from TLOTR and The Hobbit and a lot if other movies I like as well as shit that's just funny! I hope to do what I love for the rest of my life and live on a farm with lots of animals.

Art blog: goatontheceilingstudio.tumblr.com

I want to _____ you.

quattuorviginti:

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uncaging-the-chaos:

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I’VE LITERALLY HAVE NEVER DONE ANYTHING TO YOU PEOPLE

imageI can’t believe this is what it took to get you wonderful people to send me asks. These are all beautiful. You’re all beautiful.

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ardie920:

Double K’s Cisco Kid
2013 AMHR National Champion Over Stallion
Photo by Kelly Campbell

ardie920:

Double K’s Cisco Kid

2013 AMHR National Champion Over Stallion

Photo by Kelly Campbell

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buttart:

what the hell is with this horse what. why. wtf is going on horse, i love u.

buttart:

what the hell is with this horse what. why. wtf is going on horse, i love u.

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shorelle:

This is elvish-elvis' fault for making the Han Yolo comment in a previous post. SORRY NOT SORRY

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Game of Thrones Comic Con Blooper Reel

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gottachasepigeons:

art buddies are sO IMPORTANT

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cat-treats:

people possums ayup yep

cat-treats:

people possums ayup yep

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Sorry this isn’t a very good picture but I didn’t have any on my phone and I felt like I needed to write something about this little grey horse.  This photo was taken…oh wow…five years ago right before my senior year in high school.  These were taken as my senior pictures and when I had been asked what I wanted to do for my pictures, taking them with Gambler was my only wish.  Now these photos, and memories of him are the only things I have left.  

I’ll try to make the story short but it’s not a short story.  I first met Gambler when I was 7 years old, almost 8 I think, and I had begged and begged my parents for a horse, for riding lessons, for anything and everything that had to do with horses.  At the time Gambler belonged to a friend of my dad’s who said I could come ride and see how I liked it.  I didn’t want to get off and I didn’t want to leave the barn.  That was the first time I met Gambler and the first time I rode an actual horse, not just a pony at the fair.

I started taking lessons when I was 10 and for 5 years I rode a beautiful Arabian mare named Cynco.  Cynco taught me a lot and she was the one I learned first how to ride and I fell deeply in love with her.  She got very sick very suddenly just before I started high school and I visited her as often as I could get my parents to take me to see her.  In such a short period I watched her begin to waste away and on her final day I was notified she had run in the field and had a lovely day and she was no longer in pain.  I was without a horse to dote upon and ride for the whole winter and it was killer.  I missed Cynco but we had closure and I knew she was better off not suffering.

That spring I was told by Cynco’s owner, who had given me lessons and was a dear friend to me, that there was a horse at her barn that was open for lease.  It turned out to be Gambler and I was so happy to see a familiar face.  I met his owner and immediately thought of her as a friend, even a motherly figure and I was so happy to be riding again and forming a new bond with an old friend.

I often spent more time brushing and grooming and hanging out with Gambler than I did riding and I was always trying to avoid using the saddle out of my teenage laziness and we’d go out on the trails on bareback hacks and had the time of our lives.  I hope he enjoyed our time together as much as I did, I’m almost certain that he did.  I would visit him in winter, he’d come when I called his name, his owner couldn’t believe he’d come when I call but he always did.  I think he just really enjoyed the long grooming sessions I always gave him.

He was the best horse I could have ever asked for and we had a bond so strong there was nothing we wouldn’t do for each other.  The other ladies boarding their horses would joke with me that I should marry Gambler and live in the hay loft.  I honestly felt that horse was as much a soul mate to me as anyone else could ever be.  We had a mutual understanding that forged our bond.  I felt at home at the barn, I could tell Gam anything, I could forget about high school drama for a few hours as long as we were together looking for deer in the woods.  He was my best friend and I’ll never forget him.

I wish I could say I had closure with Gambler’s departure but I do not.  It’s been four years since his owner left the barn with a promise that I would see him again really soon.  Eventually, after persistent emails that were never replied to, I finally got an answer.  I no longer remember the exact words but she said I had to let him go, that I would be a great horse mom in the future but I had to let Gambler go.  I still don’t know why she did that to me and she’s never spoken to me since.  We somehow remained Facebook friends so I’d see updates about him now and then but I never got to say good bye to Gambler and he’s now retired and if he’s still alive he would be 26 this year.  I miss my dear friend and I think about him often.  Four years and I still cry about how things were left and how I was treated.  I haven’t ridden since, partly because I went to college and couldn’t afford the time or the money to find another lease. And partly…mostly because I’m scared to love another horse and they be taken away from me. I’m afraid to trust anyone else and I know I will have horses in my life again but it won’t be until I can have them for myself.  And when I get old and can’t ride as often and I find some child to lease my horse.   If that child falls in love I will not break their hearts.  It hurts too much to feel that, I couldn’t wish it upon anyone else.

I’m sorry this was so long and rambling but Gambler was and still is my best friend and miss him every day.  He brought me out of my shell when I was a lonely teenager who was picked on at school.  He was a true blue, gold hearted gentleman.  There will never be another Gambler but there will be more horses in my heart someday.

Sorry this isn’t a very good picture but I didn’t have any on my phone and I felt like I needed to write something about this little grey horse. This photo was taken…oh wow…five years ago right before my senior year in high school. These were taken as my senior pictures and when I had been asked what I wanted to do for my pictures, taking them with Gambler was my only wish. Now these photos, and memories of him are the only things I have left.

I’ll try to make the story short but it’s not a short story. I first met Gambler when I was 7 years old, almost 8 I think, and I had begged and begged my parents for a horse, for riding lessons, for anything and everything that had to do with horses. At the time Gambler belonged to a friend of my dad’s who said I could come ride and see how I liked it. I didn’t want to get off and I didn’t want to leave the barn. That was the first time I met Gambler and the first time I rode an actual horse, not just a pony at the fair.

I started taking lessons when I was 10 and for 5 years I rode a beautiful Arabian mare named Cynco. Cynco taught me a lot and she was the one I learned first how to ride and I fell deeply in love with her. She got very sick very suddenly just before I started high school and I visited her as often as I could get my parents to take me to see her. In such a short period I watched her begin to waste away and on her final day I was notified she had run in the field and had a lovely day and she was no longer in pain. I was without a horse to dote upon and ride for the whole winter and it was killer. I missed Cynco but we had closure and I knew she was better off not suffering.

That spring I was told by Cynco’s owner, who had given me lessons and was a dear friend to me, that there was a horse at her barn that was open for lease. It turned out to be Gambler and I was so happy to see a familiar face. I met his owner and immediately thought of her as a friend, even a motherly figure and I was so happy to be riding again and forming a new bond with an old friend.

I often spent more time brushing and grooming and hanging out with Gambler than I did riding and I was always trying to avoid using the saddle out of my teenage laziness and we’d go out on the trails on bareback hacks and had the time of our lives. I hope he enjoyed our time together as much as I did, I’m almost certain that he did. I would visit him in winter, he’d come when I called his name, his owner couldn’t believe he’d come when I call but he always did. I think he just really enjoyed the long grooming sessions I always gave him.

He was the best horse I could have ever asked for and we had a bond so strong there was nothing we wouldn’t do for each other. The other ladies boarding their horses would joke with me that I should marry Gambler and live in the hay loft. I honestly felt that horse was as much a soul mate to me as anyone else could ever be. We had a mutual understanding that forged our bond. I felt at home at the barn, I could tell Gam anything, I could forget about high school drama for a few hours as long as we were together looking for deer in the woods. He was my best friend and I’ll never forget him.

I wish I could say I had closure with Gambler’s departure but I do not. It’s been four years since his owner left the barn with a promise that I would see him again really soon. Eventually, after persistent emails that were never replied to, I finally got an answer. I no longer remember the exact words but she said I had to let him go, that I would be a great horse mom in the future but I had to let Gambler go. I still don’t know why she did that to me and she’s never spoken to me since. We somehow remained Facebook friends so I’d see updates about him now and then but I never got to say good bye to Gambler and he’s now retired and if he’s still alive he would be 26 this year. I miss my dear friend and I think about him often. Four years and I still cry about how things were left and how I was treated. I haven’t ridden since, partly because I went to college and couldn’t afford the time or the money to find another lease. And partly…mostly because I’m scared to love another horse and they be taken away from me. I’m afraid to trust anyone else and I know I will have horses in my life again but it won’t be until I can have them for myself. And when I get old and can’t ride as often and I find some child to lease my horse. If that child falls in love I will not break their hearts. It hurts too much to feel that, I couldn’t wish it upon anyone else.

I’m sorry this was so long and rambling but Gambler was and still is my best friend and miss him every day. He brought me out of my shell when I was a lonely teenager who was picked on at school. He was a true blue, gold hearted gentleman. There will never be another Gambler but there will be more horses in my heart someday.

cogitoergosloth:

Wolf's Rain OP: Stray

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kamikame-cosplay:

Kiki from Kiki’s Delivery Service by Kiki - love the jumping photo. Photo by 威丸さん

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alittlebitofdisneymagic:

forgettingfilm:

saoritsukiyaori:

hatcadet:

juodaanviinaa:

fuzzypigs:

claybabay:

NEED MONEY FOR COLLEGE

NEED COLLEGE FOR JOB

NEED JOB FOR MONEY

WAHT

WHO THE FUCK DESIGNED THIS SYSTEM

NEED EXPERIENCE FOR JOB

NEED JOB TO GET EXPERIENCE

NEED CAR FOR JOB

NEED JOB FOR CAR

GOTTA EAT TO LIVE
GOTTA STEAL TO EAT
TELL YOU ALL ABOUT IT WHEN I GOT THE TIME

ONE JUMP AHEAD OF THE SLOWPOKES

ONE SKIP AHEAD OF MY DOOM

NEXT TIME GOTTA USE A NOM DE PLUME

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It got better

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This is going to be the Clydesdale foal. Just a general skeleton for now, love his little skull so far! Positioning may change as I add muscle. What do ya’ll think so far? I’m sure he’ll be cute!

I plan to offer both this little guy and the big chunky guy you can see in the background. Little foal will probably be ready before the chunker. Need something smaller to get back into the swing of mold making!

Some goats, horses, and cows. Went I the fair today. The first goat had some sort of deformation in his jaw but he was still super cute. That little pink nosed lop eared Nubian, I swear I would have taken him home!!!!

tatsmato-anon:

dratraichuturnright:

thatsqualitystuff:

jonisspiffy:

THE SLASH BRINGING
SASH WRINGING
TRASH SINGING
MASH FLINGING
FLASH STRINGING RINGING
CRASH DINGING

THE HASH SLINGING SLASHER

i’m re-blogging this…
at night.

tatsmato-anon:

dratraichuturnright:

thatsqualitystuff:

jonisspiffy:

THE SLASH BRINGING

SASH WRINGING

TRASH SINGING

MASH FLINGING

FLASH STRINGING RINGING

CRASH DINGING

THE HASH SLINGING SLASHER

i’m re-blogging this…

at night.

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