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I MUST SQUARE UP AGAINST EMMETT IN THIS BATTLE BETWEEN MY TWO FAVORITE BEARS

He is of course campaigning for the LADY BADASS OF KATMAI, GRAZER, while I must support my Original Favorite, the BENEVOLENT AND MOTHERLY HOLLY 😍

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IT'S EM'S FAVORITE TIME OF YEAR AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

LOOK AT GRAZER GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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HELLO ATTENTION, PLEASE MAKE SURE TO PARTICIPATE IN EM’S FAVORITE EVENT SINCE TESTY FEST, FAT BEAR WEEK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ft. live bear cams (watch the bears catch salmon!!!!), bear bios, a wiki with extensive info on the park’s bears (I now have favorite bears!!!!!) and of course THE COMPETITION!!!!!

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healthy coping skills?? Did you mean: venturing out into a forest in the dead of night and screaming profanities at the endless void above???

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me when i’m trying to hit the word count

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I need you back here.

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i hate when vampires in media have a human partner and theyre like "i will never drink from you i couldnt ever hurt you like that" like why the heck not?? are you a coward?? whats the point of dating a vampire if they arent ever gonna cover your neck with kisses and then bite you and drink your blood? absolutely ridiculous and very unsexy send post

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a single distant, but very loud, yeehaw

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Help my wife calls me a snacc and then bites me somewhere

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THIS HOOLIGAN COWBOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

CELEBRATE WITH A MILKSHAKE IN HIS HONOR!!!!!

and also fight a bear

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What color are you?

orange

and icarus said to aphrodite- so this is what i'm for. you have a distant awareness that the day you fall is the day you change. change is so very difficult, isn't it? watching everyone leave? you want the light so desperately, but you fear it. one day it will come for you. one day you will stop mourning the future and start mourning the present, and it will be peaceful.

Tagged by: @aspecialprovidence

Tagging: Anyone who wants to do it!

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Roping a Grizzly, 1903, Charles M. Russell

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alysblues​:

It was hard to resist an invitation like that.  It would be so easy to lean in just a little more, to close the gap between them, especially when she’d already had a taste of him.  Thirsty in more ways than one, she wet her lips with her tongue.  If their kiss before had been good, when it was a snap decision and just for show, it’d be better when they meant it.  Like he said, a week was plenty of time for kissing…and whatever else they might want to get up to together.

His hand on her waist was warm and solid and her heart beat harder at the feel of it.  For a moment she lost herself in imagining his strong, calloused hands on her with nothing between his skin and hers.  Then her gaze drifted to where he’d directed it, and she squinted up at the hat.  “What is that, khaki?  Does that make you a good guy or a bad guy?”  Stealing a sideways glance at his bright eyes  and scruff-lined jaw she added, “Not too good, I hope.”

When he rose she took a moment to admire him, paying particular attention to the half of him she hadn’t seen yet.  She was unsurprised yet pleased to note that there was nothing Muppet-like about him from the waist down, either.

Then she stood, hoping she wouldn’t wobble like some kind of lightweight.  It was a good thing he hadn’t suggested a line dance; she may have been steady standing up, but doubted that that would extend to the electric slide.  She had a vague idea that he’d be holding on to her during the two-step.  He’d hear no complaints from her on that score.  “Nope,” she answered, shaking her head—gently, so as not to upset her equilibrium.  “You’ll have to show me how it’s done.”  

Something occurred to her then and she groaned, lifting her free hand to clutch at her head.  “They’re going to try to make us line dance at the dude ranch,” she predicted darkly.  “It’s not on the schedule—I don’t think—”  Her  memory of their itinerary was hazy at the moment, which said a lot about how preoccupied she was with more pressing matters.  “—but it’s the kind of corny thing tourists like.”  Her mouth twisted in distaste.  She poked a finger into his firm chest.  “I saved you from Melanie; now you’ve gotta save me from line dancing with my parents.”

The brief glimpse of her tongue and the sheen it left under the lights was almost enough to make him kiss her again right there, but when she turned to look at his hat he supposed it was for the best.  This was, after all, a family place at this hour--and he didn’t want to give Molly too much to talk about.  Instead, he followed her gaze to his hat, not sure where her question was going at first and then grinning as he understood.  “You’ll have to find out.  I don’t think you’ll be disappointed.”

He wasn’t blind to the way she looked at him, and when she stood he didn’t hide that he was eyeing her, too, and that he liked what he saw.  He was about to lead her toward the dance floor when she groaned, and he stopped, initial concern quickly replaced by mischief.  “No way,” he teased, “I’m gonna show up and we’ll be the best damn line dancers at the ranch.”  For now, though, he wanted a dance where she’d be a lot closer, and he slung his arm around her waist, guiding her toward the jukebox.  “What song ya want?” he asked, searching his pocket for quarters.  “--Do they listen to country where you’re from?”

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