kestinfox
What Do I Even Do?
After so long, I’ll do a proper introduction.I’m Kestin, writer and tinkerer. I’m a fox over thirty, and I reblog foxes and other canines. I like art, I’ll say some rubbish about my life, and I’ve got a second channel for throwing up some of my writing stuff. I don’t know what I’m doing, I’m confused by everything, but I’m trying!I like to talk and teach, so if you have a question about something I’ll try and help!
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Finally~! Lunch time~! My coworker takes me out to lunch all the time and he decided on the King today.
Delicious burgers~ Went with Impossible patties and as many veggies as I can. Always gotta have veggies~
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Rotating Sandwich Mood Board
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The Feeder is here! The Feeder is here~!
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reblog to give a plushie to the person you reblogged this from
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Getting close to lunch over here, still have to decide what I’m in the mood for. (Sandwiches obviously!)
In the meantime, Monster fills the gap~!
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Rotating Sandwich Mood Board
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Same! I haven’t had breakfast, so today’s gonna be a long one.
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Rotating Sandwich Mood Board
#lunchtime#sandwich#moodboard#sandwiches#pit beef#eggplant parmesan#hot sausage and peppers#turkey and cheddar#smoked meat sandwich#no Big Macs though
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Forced to learn how tumblr works because quotev has officially killed itself ☹️ (please tell me terms and stuff i should know) (and explain it like youre talking to your mom about your favorite media)
#tumblr#quotev#please reblog#this is good#I actually needed this as it explained a few things#I know I’ve been on here for years but I just didn’t really understand a few things#I’m scared to reblog stuff because I don’t know what is or isn’t okay#but I’ve been trying to reblog more things now and nothing’s been happening to me#so maybe I’m getting it now? I don’t know#please help
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#art#artists on tumblr#furry#furrydrawing#cat#anthro#comics#furry comic#red fox#fox#my sister does this to me all the time but it’s different household items#like I appreciate that she’s looking to me to help her make a choice#but they’re exactly the same#she says no no see this one has more red with the grey. and this one has more blue. which one fits with my home better?#and I look at the grey everything that’s in her house already and I just start making shit up#oh well the grey with red overtones seems like it has a better flow than the other one and I think it would match your leather couch#i literally don’t care#just flip a coin#I do love my sister#it’s just that her aesthetic really makes me realize we’re completely different people#sometimes I wish I could understand her world but I’m glad I don’t live in it because I would be upset at all the painted wood furniture
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I kept waiting for something to happen, but apparently it’s not one of those. So I went and found the song on my own, because it doesn’t seem right to be able to see him and not hear it~
@seabeck @shencomix @urbanfoxgamer @xboxfox
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Snowy kiss ❤️ watercolor
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It’s true. And unfortunately, it’s something that takes a lot of time and effort to stamp out in any kind of professional setting. It’s baked-in muscle memory at this point, and whoever is using it will default back to it no matter how many emails and notes are sent regarding it.
It’s best to just understand that whoever is sending the messages don’t intend them the way they are interpreted now. Kinda like receiving a message from the past, honestly.
Think of yourself reaching back through time and talking with one of the ancestors of your people.
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Did you know guinea pigs are born just like. Tiny adults? They’re fully cooked. They come out, eyes open, fully furred, ready to do the whole array of guinea pig activities.
I learned this as a child. I was perhaps ten when this story took place. Our female guinea pig was pregnant, but she’d gotten mites and needed a bath. She was wildly pregnant. Bulging at the seams with babies. Ready to burst at any moment because all the babies needed to stay in there long enough to be full pigs. But we wanted to avoid the babies all getting mites and needing baths. We failed, they all needed baths. Mites are a bitch.
We knew she had three babies cooking in there. How did we know? We could feel each individual bulge in her belly. My mom was overseeing the pig bath but I was pretty much just doing my own thing, scrubbing her gently, rinsing the soap carefully.
After the bath our mother pig was not in the best mood. I was carrying her back to her freshly made mite free bedding when she’d had enough.
I was acutely aware that I was holding four lives in my childish grip, and I bore her along as if she were made of precious jewels and spun glass. Balanced in my hands I could feel the bulge of each of her babies slithering wetly around under her skin.
Which is why when she hauled off and sank her teeth into the meat of my hand I didn’t flinch. I didn’t drop her. I bore her as carefully and steadily as if I weren’t now bleeding freely, and I set her gently into her pig palace.
As I drew my hands away I screamed:
“FUCK!!!”
I then turned to look at my mother, who’d been watching the process intently.
I was fully aware that I had just done the worst possible swear directly in front of an authority figure and was very probably going to be punished. My mom was looking at me with a blank expression that I was waiting to turn stormy or disappointed.
“That must have hurt a lot,” was all she said.
She helped me throughly clean and bandage the bite. All the babies were born healthy and sound, looking like someone had used a shrink ray on trio of a guinea pigs.
Years later my mother confided in me that contrary to my belief that she’d be angry for swearing what she’d felt for me in that moment was overwhelming pride that in the face of pain and shock I had refused to let harm befall my little charges.
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