Tumgik
#llama drama
hedgehog-moss · 6 months
Text
Pampérigouste escaped today and I almost didn't make a post about it because it's just more of the same isn't it? do people who read this blog really want to hear about yet another Pampe escape? Then I thought, that's like asking if people who read detective novels really want to hear about yet another mysterious murder. Probably yes. Also Pampe would have been offended to have such a successful escape go unreported.
Tumblr media
I would like to say that my new fence is still fully Pampe-proof. She has not escaped a single time through breaking or outsmarting the fence, so now she does it by outsmarting me. Which doesn't happen all that often, because we are intellectual equals. But I let my guard down this morning—I'd just peeled some greenhouse carrots to make purée and I went into the pasture to distribute the peelings even though it was raining (see how I got punished for my selflessness?), and I left the gate open because I was right in front of it, obstructing it with my body.
Pampe dropped her carrot peelings and acted like she couldn't find them even though they were right under her feet, so I took pity on her and crouched down to gather them and offer them to her again (see how I'm getting punished for my compassion??) and she took advantage of this diversion. In the span of 0.2 seconds she slithered around me and she was out. It was a little bit beautiful. I don't know if you remember this photo of Pampe & Pyrgus, but it's a perfect illustration of what happened:
Tumblr media
I sighed and ignored her and finished distributing the peelings to the other animals, and then went to the barn to get muesli to lure my nuisance back to her pasture. After escaping she initially ran towards the woods, but since I ignored her the whole time, she emerged from the woods when I returned, like, wait, did you notice I escaped? Behind your back, just earlier? Did you notice how I won and you lost?
Tumblr media
It shouldn't have been difficult to get her back into the pasture with the help of her favourite snack; unfortunately Pampoldine is still a big baby who was distraught that her mum had left her behind yet again (she should be used to it, honestly, it's been like this since she was an infant), she started making these little panicky noises that Pampe has never paid any attention to—
Tumblr media
—so when I propped the gate open with a branch to get Pampe back inside, Poldine hurried out instead. I wasn't expecting this, I thought it was clear that I had the situation under control and her mum would be back in 5 seconds. You could have just waited 5 seconds, Poldine.
Pampelune had no interest in escaping, but she's the matriarch and where her herd goes, she goes, so once the other two were out she barrelled past me as well. I opened the gate to bring 1 llama in and instead 2 llamas went out. Pirlouit besides me was like
Tumblr media
For some reason the llamas galloped towards the road, instead of just hanging out in the woods where there's stuff to eat. Maybe because Pampe hadn't gone out in a long time and she wanted to be admired for her feat. Her wish was granted—2 cars stopped to say hi as I was miserably trotting after my llamas on the road in the rain. One of them was the post office lady who once herded my animals out of a pasture with her car, and she was like hop in, it'll be like old times!!!
Tumblr media
The two people who stopped their car were enchanted with the encounter and they both told me that they missed the days when Pampe Sightings on this road were a regular thing. No one sides with my fence in the Pampe v. Fence conflict. I love the post office lady though, she had a Niagara song playing in her car when I got in and a minute later I muttered "I'll sell her to the butcher" and she started singing "Pampe ♪ Je vais devoir te vendre au boucher ♫" to the tune of that song. It fit the tune really well, too.
Tumblr media
After we managed to get the llamas off the main road and back in the woods, she was like, godspeed, I wish I could continue chasing them with you but I have to go make lunch for my kids. I told her that now that the llamas were no longer on the road I'd just let them roam, they'll come home before night, no way I'm going to chase after them in the woods in this dog weather. So I went home and grumpily resumed peeling carrots and potatoes for my mash.
I sat in front of the window to do it so I could keep an eye on Pirlouit, who was wandering around the pasture like a cursed soul, drenched with rain, lonely and llamaforsaken. Sometimes he brayed to try and guide his friends back home, wherever they were, but he never brayed while I was filming. His braying is a poignant display of emotion and is not for public consumption.
I figured, if the llamas come back Pirou will spot them and perk up his immense ears, and I'll know to go out and open the gate. Instead at some point I looked up from my potatoes and saw my donkey finally at peace, grazing rather than pacing restlessly, and I went to look outside and his friends were back! And so was his appetite.
I had new peelings + some muesli to offer, but of course Pampe could tell this offering was a crude and blatant trap and refused to fall for it. Meanwhile her innocent daughter was like yay, snacks :) and followed me in the pasture, a llama entirely devoid of wiles.
Tumblr media
After I got Poldine back inside I went like WELL since NOBODY else wants that delicious MUESLI I guess these deserving chickens can have it—and Pampe was here in the blink of an eye to shoo the hens away from her muesli.
Tumblr media Tumblr media
She was grudgingly smiling about it, too. Like, point for you.
Tumblr media
I love this pic where my chicken looks like she's herding the animals back in their pasture all by herself.
Tumblr media
Everyone is home! Pampe and Pandolf are walking away in search of new adventures, Poldine follows her mum because of her abandonment issues, and Pirlouit is also following everyone very closely, like, I'm not getting left behind again.
Tumblr media
I finally managed to cook my mashed carrots & potatoes (+ herbs from the greenhouse) and it's so nice to make food with nothing but ingredients you grew yourself! (To be completely honest I only managed to grow 3 carrots in the past few months but that's because I neglected them in pursuit of more flashy summer vegetables)
Tumblr media
I also had an apple-plum compote for dessert made with my own fruit <3 Okay, the cheese course in between was store-bought. One of my friends really wants me to get goats and be self-sufficient in cheese and when I told her I would be constantly chasing my goats over hill and dale because they have a reputation to be insufferable escape artists she was like, what difference will it make to your life...
4K notes · View notes
neongreenllama · 6 months
Text
one day remus finds out sirius and james have been fucking here and there and to sirius he's like "you've been cheating on me this whole time???" and sirius is like "what?? no!! I would never!!!" and remus is like "well i know about you and james so explain that!" and sirius is like "well yeah but that's james. you know james doesn't count, it's JAMES, we've been fucking ever since sixth grade, it's a friendship service! IT'S JAMES!!" and they fight about it for a bit because remus thinks he should be mad but secretly he's not, secretly he's thinking "actually, that's kinda hot, and actually, he's right, it is james, and actually. actually i would like to see it." and anyway, that's how wolfstarbucks got together
525 notes · View notes
Text
OP @hedgehog-moss
Tumblr media
I cannot find this original post (and I mean I searched the whole blog) so I @ed OP
3 notes · View notes
pixoplanet · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media
It's December 9th, 🦙 Llama Day in the United States and Canada! The origin of this special day is murky, but one thing historians agree on is that it began in the 1930s. Americans say they held the inaugural event as a way to protest their government's newly-imposed ban on Llama imports because of hoof-and-mouth disease outbreaks.
Canadians say they held the inaugural event when they recognized the Llama's importance as a livestock animal following a drought in the province of Manitoba that killed many sheep. Indeed, the Llama is known for its hardiness. Llamas can deftly navigate rocky terrain at high altitudes and can withstand harsh environments. They don't need much water, either.
Meanwhile, in the US, the ban on importing Llamas was finally lifted in 1984 – at least for Chilean llamas – but by then, Llama Day had grown so popular, celebrations have continued every year in both the US and Canada. People in both countries dress up like Llamas, carve butter Llama statues, sing Llama songs, play Llama-related games, and more.
Millions of wild Llamas live today in their native South America, primarily in Peru, Chile, Ecuador, and Bolivia. Since the Inca and other South American Indigenous Peoples didn't utilize the wheel (except for children's toys), they domesticated the Llama to serve as their primary pack animals. Llamas can carry about 25-30% of their body weight and travel 20 miles in a day. They're smart and very trainable. Some are used as therapy animals, while others are used as guard animals to protect sheep from coyotes and wild dogs.
But mostly we appreciate Llamas for how soft and cute and gentle they are. If you've never met a Llama in person, today's a good day to do so if you live within reach of a farm or petting zoo that owns one of these cuddly animals. Have fun! ☮️ Peace… Jamiese of Pixoplanet
2 notes · View notes
Text
Stray Kids
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Stray Kids in compliment battle by teen vouge.
265 notes · View notes
lazywitchling · 24 days
Text
Oh Don’s got a banishing technique that “might have started off as a bit of an internet joke”.
Don, is it from Tumblr again? It’s from Tumblr again isn’t it.
Yeah, it’s banging pots and pans together and cursing.
Alright, that’s vague enough that I’m not adding it to his hbomberguy file, but my man, you have GOT to stop deciding that blogs are good enough to take from but not to source. Fuck off.
115 notes · View notes
thebibliosphere · 1 year
Text
Huh. I forgot there was a reason I switched to building/strategy games a few years back.
The adrenaline I was getting from playing Dishonored (sneaky fun times! try not to get caught or you get stabbed!) triggered such a strong stress response my mast cells decided I was in danger, and now I have hives and a POTS headache.
... absolutely worth it. I will now, however, be playing farming simulators for a while. Just to calm things down 😂
672 notes · View notes
pupstim · 8 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
i had to draw this, his ass was in a situation
Said before I love their shenanigans and the mental image of this could not leave me alone.
164 notes · View notes
skz-fan13 · 2 months
Text
Okay all you Skz fans, I have a new name for our lovely Hyunjin:
Handsome Prince Slay Queen Drama Llama Hwang Hyunjin.
Tumblr media
55 notes · View notes
skumhuu · 4 months
Note
Honestly I can’t understand the problem with proshiping. (Idk if is spelled that right) maybe I’m missing something here but I can’t figure out why someone would unfollow someone else simply for making content? What’s the big deal? What’s so bad about it?
My opinion:
Reading comprehension is currently at an all time low rn. People don't understand unreliable narrators, or dark subjects. They don't know how to curate their feeds to avoid the things they don't like, no they expect others to do that for them. To keep them safe.
People don't want shades of grey, they want black and white. In a world so soul sucking and out of their control, they want a villain to blame and groups to control. And if you create content they enjoy, then you must be flawless and held accountable for every single thing you do. Or else.
They think if something makes them uncomfortable it must be destroyed, not realizing that content that makes them upset can be cathartic for another. Trauma isn't some easy thing to deal with, the brain gets all twisted up. Fiction is a safe way to explore one's own trauma, to relive it in a safer setting.
This is also me being charitable, because some people just wanna hurt others. Some people are just mean because they like being mean.
Afterthought: No one gets to decide how much trauma someone goes through to EARN the right to create dark stuff :/ People will ask that, never ever EVER tell strangers on the internet your trauma, because it will never be enough for them. You don't even need to be 'traumatized' to explore dark content, or need it to cope, you don't have to prove that you were hurt enough to earn that right.
Anyways, be kind but take no shit (ง’̀-‘́)ง
114 notes · View notes
redrobin-detective · 4 months
Text
I'm watching the Granada adaption of the Copper Beeches and Holmes is yelling at Watson and going on this long monologue about how the great age of crime has past and all the criminals are pathetic losers now. Beeches is from the first short story collection, Holmes is still relatively early in his career. Dude hasn't faced the hound of the Baskervilles or Charles Augustis Milverton or flipping Moriarty. Dude's just grumpy he hasn't had a case in a few days and is proclaiming no more criminals exist and the universe took that personally.
55 notes · View notes
hedgehog-moss · 2 months
Text
Look, friends.
Tumblr media
Do you think this is a post about my adorable baby succulents? No. Look harder.
Tumblr media
It's about the GIANT HOLE IN MY FENCE that I had to patch up with cardboard.
I can't blame Pampérigouste for this one; the brutish nature of the damage is not consistent with her usual modus operandi. Pampe outsmarts locks like Arsène Lupin; she doesn't charge at fences like a bull who saw a red cloth. This is Pampe Pondering A Fence Problem:
Tumblr media
No, the damage to my fence looked a lot more mindless this time. Boorish. Boar-ish. I'm blaming a boar. A deer would have destroyed the whole thing rather than just the lower half. Note that there is not a single tuft of llama wool on the damaged wire mesh.
(Note no.2: the boar's smile was originally meant to be a tusk but it really just looks like a sardonic smile)
Tumblr media
I brought some chicken wire to patch up the hole—but there wasn't enough of it. Then it started raining and I felt persecuted and decided to just cover the hole with cardboard and go have my morning coffee and get back to this later.
This is not an Innocent Pampe post; there is no such thing. My temporary cardboard solution lasted 8 to 10 minutes. I'm not sure exactly when she got out, but by the time I went back outside to repair the fence there was a Pampe-shaped hole in the cardboard.
(Not really; she just kind of lifted or ate a corner then wormed her way through the very small opening. I think.) (See, this is how you recognise a Pampe escape: you're not entirely clear on what went down, you just know there was a llama inside and now there is a llama outside.)
It was still raining and I didn't feel like going after her, plus it felt pointless to bring her back in her pasture before the fence was repaired, so I went in the barn to look for my tools and rummage through leftover pieces of previously-destroyed fences, hoping to find something the right size.
Then I heard Pampelune's hyena shriek, aka the llama alarm call. It was followed by:
horrified chicken screams and frantic feather noises; the soundtrack of a violent fox attack
infuriated barking from Pandolf
very loud panicked braying from Pirlouit
basically, chaos.
I ran outside just in time to see Pampe emerging from the woods at a full gallop, pursued by a bear. I didn't immediately identify the animal that was chasing her as the giant dog that he was, because he was running with a weird gait, with his legs going everywhere like he was frolicking at top speed (I now know that this dog is a puppy that has learnt to run just a few months ago, but that didn't occur to me at the time because this puppy is the size of a calf.)
Pampe was running towards the cardboard through which she had escaped and she managed to squeeze through her small corner hole again (I assume—there were trees blocking my line of sight and I only saw her again once she was in the pasture, running for her life along with the other 2 llamas + donkey.) Meanwhile, the dog didn't see the corner hole and tried to power through the cardboard much like a boar, or was carried away by his momentum and didn't brake in time; I don't know. In any case, when I reached him, he was stuck.
My large piece of cardboard was tied to the fence posts and still holding strong, but the middle was a bit soggy with rain and not too solid, so the dog's head went right through it. The rest of his body didn't.
He could have probably finished breaking the cardboard quite easily, but for some reason he instantly gave up. On life. By the time I got there the dog was half-in and half-out of the pasture and he looked defeated. Which made my piece of cardboard look like a mediaeval beheading apparatus with just a hole for the head.
Tumblr media
I went to lock an angry Pandolf in the barn and checked on the chickens along the way (ruffled & offended but fine); I was hoping the dog would figure out how to extricate his head from the cardboard in the meantime. He did not. I tried to call him in a friendly tone (from behind) to encourage him to free his head by stepping back, but the concept of taking a couple of steps backwards in order to extract his head from the hole might as well have been advanced engineering. He clearly had no idea where his head was, where his body was, how to make the two a coherent whole again, and he started whining pitifully.
I untied the rope I had used to attach the cardboard to the fence posts, then wriggled the piece of cardboard a bit to try and free the dog's head. The dog was alarmed by the wriggling and took several steps back—but I didn't manage to hold on to the cardboard so it just moved with the dog. He clumsily ran away, taking the cardboard with him, wearing it around his neck like the world's largest cone of shame.
He immediately got stuck between two trees.
I was starting to find the situation hilarious, but the poor dog did not—he lay down and started making sad broken noises like a malfunctioning dog-robot. He didn't look very threatening but he was still a very big (and stressed) dog so I felt a bit wary of touching his head to help him, and decided to run home to get a box cutter. I figured I could easily rid him of most of the cardboard and leave him with just a soggy cardboard collar that would soon fall apart. I heard my landline phone ringing from afar and ran faster, and it was one of my nearest neighbours, the retired lady who lives on the plateau.
"I've been trying to reach you!! I saw your llama in my garden earlier, I was going to give her a little treat—" (she loves Pampe, for some reason) "—but then my dog saw her too."
I know this woman's dog—he's a tiny thing with fragile nerves who thinks the whole world is out to get him, so I asked anxiously, "Did Pampe scare your dog?" and she said "Oh no! Domino is here with me; but I have a new dog. His name is Texas."
I thought of the gigantic puppy currently sobbing in my woods, held prisoner by two trees, a self-inflicted cone of shame and his total lack of reasoning skills.
"Yes", I said. "I've met Texas."
The old lady asked worriedly if he'd scared Pampe ("Il est un peu zinzin" she said—he's a bit crazy. "I wanted to call him Rex, but then I met him and thought—Texas!!") I told her I was pleased with her dog for scaring Pampe, because she needs to learn that her pasture is her only hope for safety in this cold uncaring world and as soon as she steps out of it she returns to her lowly status as a prey animal. Then I ended the phone call because I was worried both about Texas and about the large hole in my fence. Thankfully all my animals were still terrified and hiding far, far away from Texas.
Texas actually managed to free himself before I attempted to cut the cardboard, but he still thought of me as his saviour and was very happy to follow me through the woods back to his owner's place. Before we left I propped up the cardboard against the damaged fence, and despite the hole in the middle no llamas escaped in my absence; I think the whole area still smelled like Texas and fear.
I'll admit I was initially tempted to leave Texas with his head stuck in the cardboard in a more permanent capacity in order to patch the hole in my fence with this amazing anti-Pampe Cerberus. Like this
Tumblr media
(I know this artistic rendering makes my llamas look like frightened carrots and my donkey like a bunny but I will not be taking constructive criticism at this time)
3K notes · View notes
neongreenllama · 5 months
Text
thinking about how sirius probably didn't know how to cook or do chores at all until he lived with the potters and effie tought him how to do his laundry and how to make all their family recipes and it became a comfort to him to do chores and prepare homecooked meals even after he moved out
248 notes · View notes
Text
Tumblr media
Good Morning!
I’ll start with some tags because I haven’t seen any posts yet this morning. Throwing out some no pressure tags to some folks in case you’d like to share something: @fatalfangirl @whatevertheweather @cutestkilla @facewithoutheart @artsyunderstudy @thewholelemon @hushed-chorus @raenestee @bookish-bogwitch @moodandmist @ileadacharmedlife @ivelovedhimthroughworse @aristocratic-otter @nightimedreamersworld @martsonmars @youarenevertooold @cosmicalart @valeffelees @toonysart @shrekgogurt @iamamythologicalcreature @whogaveyoupermission @athenapitch @run-for-chamo-miles @mysterioussheep @wellbelesbian @captain-aralias @rimeswithpurple @prettygoododds @orange-peony @leithillustration @alexalexinii @blackberrysummerblog @j-nipper-95 @larkral @ic3-que3n @tender-ministrations @forabeatofadrum
I’m working on chapter 9 of Depth of Reason. We’re kicking it off with Penny and Simon out to lunch catching up after the events of chapter 8. I’m putting the snippet under the cut for spoilers so if you aren’t up to date with this fic, proceed with caution.
“Baz and I kissed after everyone left,” I say, grinning despite my best efforts to stay cool.
She squeals so loudly that several people turn and look at us. “Nicks and Slick! Are you serious?”
“Yes,” I say, keeping my voice low in hopes she’ll mimic my volume.
“So are you, like, together now? Are you still his social worker? What about his case?” She reaches her hand across the table and takes my hand in hers. Her enthusiasm mixed with concern is palpable.
“Not his social worker anymore. I put him on Ana’s caseload.” She nods her approval. “And I suppose we’re together? I dunno, we haven’t really labeled it but we have been…spending a lot of time together,” I say carefully, sipping my water and trying hard not to blush. I’ve always had a difficult time talking about my (previously barely existent) sex life with Penny. (Not that we’re having sex yet, but the point still stands.) It’s like talking about sex with your sister. Plus, Penny is far too blunt about everything, and hearing her ask questions with so much frankness and uninterrupted eye contact takes more bravery than facing down a herd of Drama Llamas.
54 notes · View notes
buginateacup · 2 years
Text
Something that to me does not get enough focus when talking about Megamind is how very clearly into it Roxanne is the first time they kidnap her.
Like, in all honesty I would probably struggle to ship them as much as I do if not for the fact that whole first scene they have together has the kind of chemistry tailor made to punch my buttons and leave me a mess on the floor.
Roxanne up until this moment, we've seen her professional, we've seen her as an accomplished adult with a high profile job and the associated pressures that accompany it, we've seen her do the awkward soft no of dealing with a "nice guy"
And then we see her struggling with a bag over her head and all of a sudden all that soft no, all that professional poise is burned open by the thrill of getting to flirt sarcastically torment a supervillain who clearly has the power (if not the capability) to turn her into a splatter of red where she's sitting.
Tumblr media
Is she scared? No.
Is she leaning into it like it's only two sets of zip ties holding her back? Hell yes.
Girl is living her "I am the manager." dream and she is so into not having to be nice right now.
Sure Megamind deserves love and softness and someone to understand him but come on, you just know Roxanne had at least six months worth of witty repartee just dying to come out while she was dating Bernard.
945 notes · View notes
Text
Happy Birthday Hyunjin!!
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
20 notes · View notes