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pixoplanet · 1 year
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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
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thehopefulquotes · 3 months
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Create a life that feels good on the inside. Not one that just looks good on the outside.
Jordan Llamas
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hedgehog-moss · 4 months
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Hey, I just wanted to tell you that I adore your posts about you life with your animals and plants! Nothing brings me as much joy as one of your posts appearing on my dashboard!
Have a great start into the new year!
Thank you for the message & wishes! <3 I'm glad you like the posts and I love that you included my plants on equal footing with the animals :) My Christmas cactus lived up to its name for the first time this year, actually blooming on Christmas... The little yellow fox looks so impressed:
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Poldine says it's the thought that counts <3
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She got a special treat this week! I told my New Year visitors that (on account of my Christmas Broom) my herbivores wouldn't get to eat a Christmas tree this year, so they came with a couple of bags filled with the chopped-up remains of their own tree :)
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But Pampe wasn't fast enough (she only fully trusts muesli) and as she was cautiously inspecting her first branch, her daughter materialised next to her and claimed it.
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Best wishes to everyone for the new year!
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thoughtkick · 4 months
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Create a life that feels good on the inside. Not one that just looks good on the outside.
Jordan Llamas
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webdec · 6 months
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Special Delivery
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perfectquote · 3 months
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Create a life that feels good on the inside. Not one that just looks good on the outside.
Jordan Llamas
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llamagoddessofficial · 10 months
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Still got that Horror Mafiafell Sans brainrot
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It wasn’t the first time Sans had pulled you into his lap, by any stretch of the imagination. The wads of cash he so often put in your pocket to ‘make up’ for the time you spent trapped had been difficult to explain to the bank at first- by now, it had happened so often that the tellers just got a look on their faces when they saw you walk in
They called you by name without looking at any paperwork. They probably thought YOU were in the mafia.
It was common bar knowledge how fond he was of holding you through his meals. Nowadays, Lisa would jokingly 'warn' you when he came through the doors and his mood was visibly stormy... the deeper his glower, the more likely he was to pull you in without warning when you passed his table, those giant claws sealing tight around a body that immediately became tiny in his presence.
So you should've been used to it.
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... Something was very new about this time. And it wasn't just the lit cigar between his phalanges, different to his usual brand of choice.
Up against his huge chest. Your cheeks were hot, your heart was thumping. His touch was... different. Sat sideways across his lap, he kept you tucked against him with a hand on your thigh. Though on your thigh was a little bit of an understatement- his hand was so huge, he had nearly all of your thigh in his hold. 
The other hand, resting on the table, had the cigar held between the index and middle finger. It felt like an impenetrable barrier between you and the outside world... his gold rings gleaming in the low light.
... Perhaps it was the position of his hand. Holding your thigh gently, but with a possessive hint in the curl of his claws that slightly pressed into your flesh. Big, warm bones, the cold metal of the rings... he was holding you like he owned you.
Either way, you were just staring at his jacket lapel. Finding it very hard to cool down. The smell of smoke and gold was overpowering.
(You’d grown pretty adept at just tuning all table conversations out, for fear of overhearing something dangerous. But today, you couldn’t have concentrated on what was being said to Sans by the other two men at the table, even if you tried to.)
You didn’t know what the meeting he was having was about, and whatever it was, he didn’t seem happy about it. But he wasn't furious in a way that would usually frighten you. His energy was much more... reserved. There was a low scowl written across his face, he looked serious, dark. The crack and his scars cast deep and expressive shadows across his face. You were protected from the entire world, like this.
... Usually, you just felt like a tiny plushie in the arms of a big child who needed comforting. Not this time. And as he brushed his thumb slowly, back and forth across your leg... the prickles ran up your spine.
What's wrong with me? You swallowed. Your heart hadn't slowed down, not one bit, hands balled in your apron. What's going on?
... You heard Sans move, above you. You couldn't help but look up at him- and his big eye moved down to you. He seemed to register your altered state, for the first time, emerging a little from his obvious frustration at the other members of the table.
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... His expression changed. Something about him shifted, ever-so-slightly.
His grin lifted, sharpened... his sockets fractionally lidded. 
He was smirking at you.
You’d grown accustomed to gleaning as much as possible from Sans’ expressions. It was how you judged his mood, how you saw his grabs coming, how you guessed what he was trying to say with the few words he had available. 
Perhaps you were too good, now. Because when he leered down at you like that, gently squeezing your thigh... you could practically hear his words purring through your mind.
“aren’t you cute~?”
You immediately broke eye contact, staring at your own knees. But it to was too late- you felt heat completely flood your face.
... Sans returned his attention to the other people at the table. But not before he gave your thigh another little stroke with his thumb. As if making sure you absolutely knew he saw that.
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You faintly recalled hearing that Sans, before his famous injury, was something of a... playboy. If you were completely honest, it had been very hard to picture the Sans you knew successfully wooing someone.
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You could imagine it, now. Very, very well.
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resqectable · 3 months
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Create a life that feels good on the inside. Not one that just looks good on the outside.
Jordan Llamas
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deztryx · 4 months
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Lluna doodles + stella
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karetyto · 1 year
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On the road again!
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quotefeeling · 6 months
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Create a life that feels good on the inside. Not one that just looks good on the outside.
Jordan Llamas
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spiderziege · 1 year
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ingravinoveritas · 10 months
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It's like Michael started looking at David like this during filming and never stopped...
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roostercrowned · 1 month
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Teen Boys part two the road trip is even better on a re-read. can you IMAGINE being Kettle. being any of them
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tiredeldritchhorror · 7 months
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“Its my comfort show” cue the show being the most distressing thing ever, “they’re my comfort ship” cue the ship being equally distressing…..still my favorite
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fl0werf0rest · 1 month
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i headcanon life series grian to have been Dewinged (? yk like the watchers just. Cut his wings off during the games) and obviously hes not used to walking.
Cue scar pulling pizza around in 3rd life while grians just sitting there Bc he loves grian sm and even tho grian owes scar a life, scar will do anything for grian to be just a little more comfortable
he’ll even die in a ring of cactus for him
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