i cant believe leporidae on this site dont know how to courtship correctly. an anon just asked me why their relationship isnt working even though he only chased her for 5 minutes. any buck thats worth it would at LEAST have the energy to run for 7 hours!
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haters are mad my snow coat grew out better than theirs! cant help it if im surviving this winter!
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my hungry ass could never live next to a gardener…
#tunnelr is sooo easy
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met this girl online and turns out she wasnt a ‘doe’ she was a DOE. a deer. we both met near the canyon lakes and guess who almost got trampled!! fml
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i want Benedict Cucumberpatch to sign my dewlap SO BAD!!!
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is this really how i talked back in 2011
#why was i like that
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omhg i NEED him sooo bad.. he could fix me in every single way
#freaking out rn #writing a new chapter for that angst fic about his family btw!!
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what would happen if i tried to chase the hunters dogs instead of them chasing me..
went to the keith haring exhibit at the AGO with my girlfriend for her birthday ♡ the whole set up is so wonderful n in line with his aesthetic n philosophy of Art For Everyone
they have free passes for ppl 25 and under and free admission for indigenous peoples and so many good regular exhibits too, and i was surprised to see they had a casa susanna exhibit rn which was so lovely ! ill upload those photos too soon
Once Reshiram ceased its fiery breath, it moved away to give Ingo space, lying down absurdly like a large cat. No one breathed nor moved. No one except for Ingo, who moved with a speed he did not know he was capable of to catch his brother when he crumpled, no longer supported by ice.
Emmet was limp, muscles finally free of the deadlock the deep freeze had put them in, and he was cold. So unbelievably, unsurprisingly cold. As Ingo gripped his hand, the skin felt thin, paperlike, reacting to his touch in ways that skin shouldn’t. It was… So wrong.
There was a fear, as bone-deep as the cold, gripping Ingo as he reached for Emmet’s wrist. The sharpness of the chill superseded any pulse that he may have found there, and he choked on a sob.
What good would anything do, now, at this point?
Even so, despite the cold, despite the Dragon with its fire at his back, watching him silently, Ingo removed the coat that he had so reverently clung to all this time and bundled it around his brother. A warming blanket or a funeral shroud, he did not know.
But he could not do nothing.
And so Ingo held Emmet close, a hand on the side of his face, fingers buried in hair that was still crackly and brittle with frost. Leaning forward, he pressed his forehead to Emmet’s, whole body trembling with the strength of his despair.
There was only the two of them in the world, at that moment. One was clinging to the other, speaking in pleas and praying for absolution. The other said nothing at all.
– @ingo-ingoing-ingone
I love that I've had people ask me if I picked bright orange eyes for my hare mounts as a creative statement or to make them look creepy. Hares are just kind of intense! They really have orange eyes, varying from a warm yellow-orange color to almost red
This one is available on etsy, and I'm working on more. They're tricky but fun to work on!