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 What is it Good For?, @flynn tyler
thomas montgomery
Student • 17 YRS
ISFP
Occupation
Student
Nickname
Tommy
Pronouns
He/Him/His
Sexual Orientation
Pansexual
Status
Dating
Partner
Nadia Grisham
Riding Style
English
Cherish
is
Cherish the Moment

Breed
Shire Horse
Gender
Mare
Age
16 Years
Disciplines
Jumping, XCountry
Application
is Offline


Age
37
Pronouns
she/her/hers
Timezone
GMT-5
Contact
PM for Discord
29 Posts
265 Points
Tenderfoot
Mustang
18 September, 2017 for @flynn tyler
TW: cancer, cancer treatment, disciplinary issues
It had become commonplace for Thomas to make the trek across the commons to the office where his leaders liked to meet. He'd grown accustomed to it, comfortable with the routine of it. A thousand small things made Brook Haven home, but the most important of these was the consistency. At home he could do whatever he wanted and Mother would pat him on the head and call him a "good boy." It wasn't until he ran away and she died while he was gone that things changed. By that time, he no longer wanted to be a good boy. Being "bad" was a means of survival, a new and shiny thing. He enjoyed being bad. At least that's what he told himself. The truth was that it made him uncomfortable. It made him friends, but it made him uncomfortable. Thomas didn't enjoy being punished any more than any of the other students did. He hated being called into the office, the expression on Flynn or Kate's face when they confronted him. None of it was comfortable, and today was no exception. He couldn't think what he'd done wrong. That probably meant that there was an update on his condition, or the proposed treatments. Doctors had outlined the course of treatment a year ago. Thomas knew how it was meant to go. First, remove the tumor -- or as much of it as they could get with surgery. Then radiation. Finally a course of chemotherapy. He'd stopped listening after a while. None of it was pleasant. The worst part was that he'd never have children of his own unless he could find someone to freeze his sperm. Kids shouldn't have been thinking about such things, but Thomas did. He thought about it all the time. He'd never find a donor. That much he was sure of. The ranch's financiers weren't responsible for making sure that he got to have babies one day. The last thing he wanted to do was talk to Flynn about having babies with his daughter besides. There were two possibilities with today. Either he was in trouble for something he'd forgotten doing (and Thomas's memory wasn't great but he didn't think he'd forget misbehaving), or there was an update from his doctor. Either way, it sucked. It didn't bother him (much) to get into trouble for something that he'd done on purpose. Most of his misbehavior was on purpose. Getting into trouble for something he didn't remember doing or didn't think was wrong sucked though. Thomas stared at the knob on the door and sucked in a deep breath. His hand shook as he took careful aim and moved. He lurched forward, nearly caught himself off-balance, but his hand landed where he intended for it to go. A moment later he had it open and pushed his way into the office. "I got a note said you wanted to see me. Whatever it was, I didn't do it."
flynn tyler
social worker • 36 YRS
ESTP
Occupation
social worker
Nickname
Flynn
Pronouns
he/him
Sexual Orientation
hetero
Status
single
Partner
n/a
Riding Style
Western
Flynn has been working with the ranch for the last ten years. They were the first employer to give him a real shop, following his time in prison, and as a result, he's stood by them through all of the struggles the ranch has been through.

He's a hard guy, and an even harder group leader. He holds his kids to high standards, and doesn't accept anything less from them than 110%. He's known on the ranch for being a hard ass who doesn't always follow the ranch's rules about physical proximity with the kids, especially the ones in his group.

Recently, however, he's discovered that he's fathered a child, and that has him scratching his head. He's been a father figure to the kids on the ranch for years, but the idea of having a daughter out there has caused him some distress as he attempts to do the absolute best by her that he can.

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Champ

Breed
AQH
Gender
gelding
Age
12
Disciplines
trail riding
Application
is Offline


Age
26
Pronouns
she/her
Timezone
gmt-5
Contact
pm me | discord
14 Posts
145 Points
Tenderfoot
leader
18 September, 2017 for @thomas montgomery
TW: cancer, cancer treatment, disciplinary issues
Every week, Flynn took the time to check in with the kids in his group. He didn't see every one of them, but he tried to take the time to check in with them all at least once a month -- more if it proved necessary. Thomas had a knack for winding up in office with enough frequency that it almost made Flynn chuckle thinking about it. He was a good kid beneath the surface -- there was no denying that. His phone went off, buzzing on the desk as it vibrated to let him know that he had a message. Unsure of who it was or if it was important, he reached for the device and unlocked it. The irony in who is was struck him funny, and so he laughed as he texted Nadia back, informing her that they were having tacos at home for dinner tonight. He didn't often get evenings to himself. He'd planned to make dinner and watch a closed caption movie with his daughter on the one he'd received. Side effect of having a married co-leader was that she got more evenings and weekends. He didn't have much use for them anyways, and so it wasn't usually a problem. That was something he and Kate would need to work on now that Nadia was living with him. He wasn't willing to let his place be where his daughter crashed at night, he wanted to be her dad. That was what had led to the appointment with Thomas Montgomery. He needed to talk to him about what he expected from a boy dating his daughter. What Flynn was looking for from Thomas was simple; he wanted him to keep things reasonable. He didn't mind if the two decided to date. Whether it was breaking the rules or not was a technicality, but they weren't the first couple to have to deal with this sort of a rule. Since Flynn was Thomas' group leader and Nadia's father, he felt like he had a little bit a sway. More than anything, he wanted them both to be careful. Flynn knew as well as any other man, that a guy's heart could break as easily as girl's. Chuckling, he tossed the phone down after sending the message. It clattered on the desk, but didn't slide, thanks to the case. Shaking his head, Flynn glanced up at the clock seconds before the door opened. Thomas' bit about him having not done anything made Flynn smile. Raising a brow, he stood, his hands flat on his desk as he pushed himself up. "You sure about that?" He couldn't help but to poke him. Thomas was notorious for finding trouble, and if he didn't find it, it found him. "Come on in and take a seat. Close the door behind you. We need to talk." And they did need to talk, just not about anything Thomas had done. More like they needed to talk about some basic guidelines for dating his daughter.
thomas montgomery
Student • 17 YRS
ISFP
Occupation
Student
Nickname
Tommy
Pronouns
He/Him/His
Sexual Orientation
Pansexual
Status
Dating
Partner
Nadia Grisham
Riding Style
English
Cherish
is
Cherish the Moment

Breed
Shire Horse
Gender
Mare
Age
16 Years
Disciplines
Jumping, XCountry
Application
is Offline


Age
37
Pronouns
she/her/hers
Timezone
GMT-5
Contact
PM for Discord
29 Posts
265 Points
Tenderfoot
Mustang
18 September, 2017 for @flynn tyler
TW: cancer, cancer treatment, disciplinary issues
Most days Thomas only wanted the world to slow down for long enough for him to get a grip on where he was going. He stumbled along -- literally -- from place to place. The ranch kept him busy, but Thomas wasn't a typical student, either. Between his lessons and his classes and his meetings with the group, he had to visit the doctor in town every three weeks for radiation treatment. Ranch life didn't allow much room for recovery (though he had constant access to the infirmary if he needed it), and life simply never slowed down. If he couldn't keep track of what he'd had for breakfast, how was he meant to realize that Flynn met with him every week regardless of his own behavior that week? How did he find time to make trouble anyway, with everything else he had going on? Today was an "exhausted" day. He'd tried to remember to write down what he'd done, but of course he'd forgotten. These days his memory played tricks on him. He'd put the notebook down somewhere and forgotten to pick it back up, but had no idea where he'd left it. Thank goodness I don't put anything too personal into that one. People would think I was crazy if they saw my personal journal. This notebook contained the basic stuff -- what he'd eaten (and how he'd felt afterward), what classes he'd taken (and whether he'd skipped any), and appointments with staff or dates with Nadia. When was the last time I saw Nadia? It had been that morning, right before classes, and he'd squeezed her hand. That was it. No, this couldn't be about her, either. Not as far as he could tell. It was iffy territory, dating the boss's daughter. Or the leader's daughter, as the case may be. He let himself into the office and bit the inside of his lower lip. Thomas concentrated on the floor, which briefly appeared to be moving. It was like a constant game of "the floor is lava" some days. And where was Kelsey? Had he forgotten her somewhere? His head shot up, too fast, and he stumbled back against the door frame. "Where's my dog?" Probably in the kennels. I probably put her there when I went to class, even though I'm allowed to have her. Some of the other students don't like her, or they're scared because she's black and rust. Once he started chemo, he might not need her any more. What would happen to her then? A sense of longing filled his belly and Thomas swallowed. Nobody's going to take your dog away. It was Kate's voice, a conversation he'd actually had. Yes, things would be fine. "Okay, look. The chair's over there, and I'm over here, and I just walked across the whole green without Kelsey." He didn't know why he'd done it, but it was clear that he'd left her somewhere, the same as he'd left the notebook. "A little help?" He pushed himself off the door frame and gripped it in his left hand, studiously balancing his weight so that he wouldn't fall. That was something he could still do. The trouble came in when the world tipped and bent as though he'd been drinking (or so he'd heard, since Thomas had never had a drink in his entire life). Or when his hands or feet wouldn't go where he told them to, no matter how many times he passed that information to his muscles. Sometimes your muscles don't like to listen to what you tell them. Remind you of anybody you know? A smirk tickled the corners of his mouth. That one from his doctor. Little pearls of wisdom. And here they thought they cast them before swing. He wasn't ready for a wheel chair. In fact, Thomas had refused to think about it at all. Horseback gave him a different angle, and somehow he felt that if he gave up his legs, he couldn't ride any more. Why? Will Jenkins rode just fine without the normal use of his legs. Besides, Thomas's legs worked just fine. It's my brain that's so fucked up, isn't it? His fingers tightened on the door frame, taking the signal this time, and he reached for the chair with his right hand. "The floor is lava," he muttered under his breath. Only he wasn't jumping from place to place any time soon. Maybe not ever again, either. The thought made him sad, but what was he supposed to do? His hand swept past the back of the chair, and he took another sweep. It landed on the back and he pulled the chair toward him, scraping it along the floor until it was close enough to support his slender weight. With a deep breath, Thomas sidestepped around it and then settled his butt into the seat and folded his hands in his lap -- after some difficulty getting them to come together, of course. "Like I said. I didn't do anything." Only who could remember?
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