#llama care

[saraichinwag]

Are Llamas Dangerous?

[shangrillamaus]

Llamas are considered one of the most docile animals and many people prefer keeping them as pets on their farms. However, like every other animal, llamas also need to be properly cared for otherwise they too face health scares. Sometimes looking after llamas can become a bit tiring as they are very emotional animals & may not respond to your gestures. Have a look at the infographics to know the tips that will help you in taking care of your llamas.

[mothmothwoth]

I wish I had words to describe the emotion I’m feeling about the Llamas with Hats epilogue. It’s so good and has amazing symbolism and lines but still keeps its identity-

“I always thought of you as made of moonlight”

“Maybe we’re both still here. Maybe we’ve been here all along.”

“Why. . . Why did you leave?”

“I didn’t leave you, Carl. You left the world.”

“You don’t deserve forgiveness.”

“He’ll listen to me- He’ll understand- He-

. . .

he’s dead. How did I forget that. Dead. And it’s my fault. I did this.”

LIKE RAHHHHHH I HATE HOW THIS SERIES HAS MADE ME FEEL SO MANY EMOTIONS FOR 10 YEARS LET ME OUT!!

[llamagoddessofficial]

How would Farmer Sans handle hearing that MC was sick? Maybe they usually meet up a certain time while managing their morning chores and they’re just.. not there, only for him to later find that they’re bedridden

"hey, pumpkin."

The sound of Sans' voice, regardless of how soft it was, made you panic.

You sat bolt upright from your spot curled into the couch, jolting out of your strange fever dream. A cooling pack fell off your head, and a blanket you didn’t remember grabbing slipped from your shoulders to your lap.

Immediately, you could tell that you weren’t on your home couch. You didn’t recognise the blanket someone had tucked you under. You weren’t cold, you couldn’t smell the usual mix of dust and gradually fading damp - in fact, there were many wonderful scents mingling in the warm air, soup and tea and a sweet bread aroma that made your stomach rumble. 

It certainly wasn’t where you expected to wake up, after you fell asleep in front of the dodgy TV once the painkillers finally kicked in. This was someone else’s couch. And after a few bleary moments, you recognised it all. 

... It was Sans’ couch. You were in his house.

You looked up a little to see the man himself, as handsome as ever, leaning over the back of the sofa and looking at you. A gentle flicker of relief passed over his face. 

“rise and shine,” he said, voice as warm as the room. “how’re you feelin’?”

Huh? 

...

Your eyes widened. "S-Sans!?"

Bad decision. At such a sudden vocalisation, your body decided that was the perfect moment to send you into a horrendous coughing fit that made the inside of your throat feel like someone had gone at it with sandpaper.

Sans just put a big gentle hand on your back, letting you work through it, quiet as you hacked your lungs up.

Eventually the coughing eased off; once you had control of your body again, you turned your gaze back to him.

"Y-you...” Your cheeks were starting to burn. “why am I...?"

“you weren’t answerin’ the phone. i got worried.” As he spoke, you kept messing with your shirt, nervously pulling it down over yourself. “came to check on you, an’ you were totally out of it, could barely answer me. i had to go work, but figured i should bring you somewhere me an’ pap can keep an eye on you.”

... Oh no. You put your hands over your face, slowly getting quieter and quieter as the situation dawned on you. “Y-you really didn’t need to...”

“course we did. ain’t safe for you to be so sick all on yer own.”

This was a nightmare. Now, on top of being sick, you were absolutely mortified at Sans seeing you in this state. Tired, achy, sweaty... you were dressed in a stained old shirt and pyjama pants, visibly unshowered and pretty much as ungroomed as one could get. You distinctly remembered throwing stuff on your floor before you fell asleep, too weak to get up and go put it in the garbage - empty blister packs and used, crumpled tissues. Did he see all your dirty trash when he came to find you?

You wanted to melt into the couch. He had seen you delirious and ill, at your absolute greasiest and grossest. Stars, what did he think of you now?

“I-I’ve been out for hours?” you asked.

“mhm.”

Your whole world was coming down around your ears. Why couldn’t Sans have just let you die at home, where no one would see your shame?

“you didn't tell me you were sick,” he said, so quietly you almost didn’t hear. There was a strangely... sullen edge to his tone? 

Your face was on fire. You had already intruded so much on him and his brother’s kindness over the last few weeks. Sans had repaired your stove and water pipes, bought you fresh food from the farm, helped fix a leak in the roof, not to mention when you asked him to stay the night like you were a frightened baby. Now here you were; being sick and disgusting right in the middle of his house. 

Before he could say anything else, you pushed the blanket off you, swinging your legs over the side of the couch and scrambling to your feet.

“I-I should get home,” you said, hoarse.

Immediately, Sans’ brows raised. You didn't look at him for long, walking unsteadily and trying your best to concentrate on not tipping over.

“I’m so sorry to intrude. I’ll just-”

... Your feet went out from underneath you. 

You squeaked, loudly - but Sans didn’t care, he scooped you up like you didn’t weigh a thing. To him, you probably didn’t weigh a thing. You could feel his massive strength through his clothes, and you immediately knew that if he wanted to, he could’ve thrown you straight into the air like a child.

You couldn’t tell if it was the height that was dizzying, how close your face was to his, or if you were just way weaker right now than you realised. But immediately your hands balled in his shirt.

"... easy," he murmured, one arm under your thighs. "i don't bite."

... Your face filled with so much heat it felt as if the tips of your ears were going to set alight. You tried to say something, but when you opened your mouth, literally nothing came out. Not a sound. All you could do was hold on to his shoulders.

Sans’ voice became normal again, jokingly stern. “sorry. not goin’ anywhere on my watch, pet. you need to rest. look at you - yer burnin' up.”

Your whole body had tensed up. But not out of fear. You just stared into his eyelights.

He very gently sat you back down onto the couch, putting the cold pack into your hands. “you stay right there, ok? i’ll getcha some soup. it should be ready by now.”

"O-ok," you helplessly replied.

Sans moved away, disappearing into the kitchen.

...

There wasn't much else you could do, but lay down and put the cooling pack back on your head... trying to figure out how to make your heart slow down.

[whyeverr]

The last day of the Li-Fuentes rotation is spent at home, with good food and good company — the mark of any good Saturday.

Wendell and Cassie joined the family for lunch (a hearty vegetable casserole) and together everyone celebrated the news of the engagement and Cassie's pregnancy progressing into her second trimester. (Octavia, the closest thing we have to a doula, has been keeping a close eye on things!)

Lots of hand-me-downs—toddler blocks and books, Lydia's old pack-and-play—and an excellent quality hand-knit newborn onesie were passed on in anticipation of their baby's arrival. (A bit early, to be sure, but by our next Li-Fuentes rotation Cassie and Wendell will be parenting an infant!)

The last bit of business that I'm just going to shoehorn in is filling Wendell and Cassie in on Cherry's suggestion to broaden the community's schooling program beyond the classroom. We can expect to see some music-based lessons with Wendell in the future! 🥰 What can't you learn about with the help of music? Math, social studies, science, language arts...

[octodrawn]

the results of my research

[defiledtomb]

rook be upon ye

[rubydreamsuwu]

Day 18: Fandom AU

Wandering trader marie

[the---hermit]

Some floofy friends and one of my current reads. I am in fact using a playing card as a bookmark.

22|04|2023

What better way to enjoy my few days off uni than going on a hike with llamas and alpacas. Today I was paired with a llama named Gandalf (absolutely best name ever), he was super floofy, a bit of a rascal but we got along, and I even got to hug him twice because he was very much up for cuddles.

Productivity and self care:

llama and alpaca hike

hugged a llama for the first time (life dream come true I was about to cry when the owner told me i could go for it)

new bedding! (when I got it I was hoping for another style that was of a darker shade of green with very subdle squares but it was way too expensive so I had to compromise)

wrote the first draft of a book review

practiced Irish on duolingo

📖: The Lottery and Other Storues by Shirley Jackson

🎵: The Way You Miss Me by All Time Low

[llamachickk]

Llamachickk just enjoying her coffee with a llama cup!

01.14.2025

[shangrillamaus]

If you want to make your wedding in the castle unforgettable, you have to consult with a reputed castle wedding provider for better service. In this way, you can get a chance to plan your wedding with a friendly Llama to make it a pleasant experience. Thus, the specialty of a wedding in the castle is, you can get an opportunity to choose your best Llama for the wedding day. The following infographics defines the specialty of a wedding in the castle with a Llama.

[neongreenllama]

don't get me wrong i love sirius who says "fuck this, i'm done" and just fucks off to some remote cabin with his bf and his godson and becomes an artist or a mechanic.

but there's something about sirius who says "fuck this, i need to change this" and takes over his parent's business, turns it into a non-profit or starts a charity with all the money they make, or who becomes a scientist and invents something that saves lives, or who becomes a politician and fights everyone and everything to gain people's rights

[hannah-catkin-artses]

[spottys-rathole]

"I noticed you were french, how quirky ! Aren't you excited for your governement to spend your tax payer money on years of expensive white elephants so your country will be able to host a 2 weeks long event that will be (if lucky !!) barely profitable and will be extremely detrimental to the locals and the ozone layer XD ?"

Also (first words on their bio)

Eat shit

[rain-anonymous]

MATPAT’S LEAVING HE’S GOING AWAY HOW DO WE COPE IN SUCH TRYING TIMES ☹️☹️

I heard!!!!

It's been forever since I've watched a Game Theory video ):

There's still another 9 weeks, and he'll still be writing, he just won't show up as much anymore. It's kind of wild that someone we saw so much of in our childhoods/when we were younger is no longer going to be doing the same thing