This post from a year ago has been going around about me, so I figured I would re-introduce myself!!
My name is Josh, and I am tumblr user @seem! I am 19, and I currently live in California! This is my face after climbing Castle Crags. I might of had the flu…and had no idea we were going on a hike…and then it was 3 miles straight up that mountain So this is my face of victory on top! (yall…there are approximately 0 mountains in Ohio)
Some things you should know about me: I grew up in Ohio with 5 siblings. I was the 5th of 6. We were all homeschooled because my family was running an organization in Kenya and we were going back and forth. My sister started an orphanage there that houses 40 kids and runs a school for the deaf that houses 100! I lived there with her for 4 months when I was 16 and it was one of the most incredible experiences of my life! I am also a speed reader. When I’m motivated I can read 7-8 full length books a week. I’m obsessed with chipotle. I don’t own any pants. One time I got stung by a jellyfish and was rushed to the hospital. When I was 10 I thought I was pregnant. I’ve seen 30 lions have sex and almost got killed by elephants. I have this emotional connection with tassels. I have a dog named Zeke and he is my entire world. My goal in life is to spend at least a week in every country on earth.
So this is Josh! And my blog is mostly about nature/travel!! I’m looking for a bunch more people to follow because I need more nature/humor on my dashboard!! I’ll check out every blog that follows me/reblogs this post!! You’ll probably get a message from me about how much I love you too because y’all are amazing. And if you want more of my tragic backstory feel free to message me! 💕💕💕
The Sri Lankan elephant is one of 3 recognised sub-species of Asian Elephant. Since 1986 the Sri Lankan elephant has been listed as endangered.
During the 1990′s, many elephants were killed by landmines that were left during the countries armed conflict.
Today, the main cause of the decline in elephant numbers is due to an increasing human population, and the resulting expansion of infrastructure into previously un-occupied land. While the ivory trade is not a large industry in Sri Lanka, some trade still occurs.
Sri Lanka has set up safety zones for elephants, by creating protected areas for elephants to live, and working with local communities to learn to live alongside the elephants.
Did you know that an estimated 100 African elephants are killed every day by poachers? That means that hundreds of baby elephants are left without parents every month. We have partnered up with @dswt in an effort to help with elephant conservation in Kenya. @
sssnakes; a mix for those cunning folk. delivering loathing looks with loaded smiles, wishing desperately to find nothing, marveling at the power that comes when you know you have absolute control. sobbing just to feel something. prioritizing yourself, because in the end, who else matters?
So, we have hardly any elephant bulls left among the desert-adapted elephant - and yet, the Ministry of Environment and Tourism has approved the hunt of one of five bulls left? Talk about shooting yourself in your environmental and tourism feet at the same time. The only shooting of desert elephant should be done with cameras. Killing such a rare animal must rank as one of the most selfish things any human being can do. Dolts.
Bound to Happen (Part 9), Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader
Prompt: The chronicles of being Lin’s assistant to maybe something more.
Author’s Note: I really wanted to be sure I had seven fics out this week, but writing for the write-a-thon caught up with me and BTH was the only things I actually had finished. This chapter is definitely a long time coming and I hope it was worth the wait! Not the end, though!
It started off as a simple side project in addition to your other work. An hour here, a meeting there, without heavy commitment.
Time quickly decided it wasn’t on your side, however.
Hamilton: An American musical began its previews with thunderous success. Sold out shows and contract extensions were only the beginning. Suddenly tickets were going for outrageous prices and one of Lin’s greatest fears was being realized.
What if the people who needed to see this the most couldn’t afford it?
More hours were put in and more meetings were set up. This side project was suddenly at the forefront of your job as the idea started gaining traction with the higher ups.
The morning announcement came in the form of a hastily written text from Lin.
Hamilton to transfer to Broadway. Playing at the Richard Rodgers. We’re going back.
Suddenly you spent every waking moment figuring out how to make this happen and using every one of your favors to speak to whoever you could. As Lin got swept up in the show, he began to abandon the idea altogether.
Headlines all spoke of Hamilton. There was buzz about Tony awards and late night appearances and suddenly everyone knew of the brilliance you had stumbled upon all those years ago.
Lin was a genius, there was no doubt about it. What he created was the type of genius that would have a lasting impact.
The lottery was a great start - Ham4Ham shows broadcasted the type of talent they had while giving away affordable tickets. Still, you reminded yourself every night, you had to do more.
With an extended effort on this project came more meetings with Lin. He was buying the coffee now, but you still found home in the small cozy corner of his dressing room.
The same one he had used during In the Heights days.
The familiarity of it all was quite jarring to begin with. It was small steps at first, testing the limits. It was days before you hugged one another, weeks until you were back to the lighthearted jabs and inside jokes.
Soon, it was as if you hadn’t spent nearly six years apart. He was your Lin again - one that was always running precisely three minutes late and who consumed enough sugar to kill a small elephant and who texted you at three in the morning.
You had late nights and split desserts and laughed together again. The flow of what was once a perfect friendship began to fall back into place.
Then it finally happened.
An all nighter certainly wasn’t uncommon for you. A majority of your projects were both international and time sensitive, so you had learned to be flexible.
After many sips from various energy drinks and an incomplete pile of paperwork with your name on it, you were finally ready to call it a night. Just as the sun was coming up.
A single e-mail dinged in your inbox. You heavily considered ignoring it. You could deal with it in five to seven hours, right? You spared a single glance, halting at the subject line in all caps.
HAMILTON GRANT APPROVED
You rushed forward to click it open, scanning the paragraphs for any useful information. You screamed at the top of your lungs as you put the dots together, hastily printing the several page e-mail as you threw on the first jacket you could find.
The contents of your bag poured out onto the street in your flustered haste. Unashamed, you moved onto your hands and knees to collect what was in reach as you waved for a cab.
You practically yelled the address at the poor cabbie. The driver flinches at the volume you were able to produce at such an early hour.
You threw a wad of bills as you approached the familiar house, slipping out of the car before it even came to a full stop. Parting with a simple ‘I’m sorry’, you rushed towards the front steps.
Taking the stairs two at a time, you carefully tucked the stack of papers under your arm for security. Using both hands, you tapped your knuckles against the hard word of Lin’s door.
“Open up! Open up! Open up!” You chanted, eliciting a few nasty looks from grumpy New Yorkers who passed by in the street. You continued to knock louder.
You heard a rustling behind the door, followed by a loud curse.
It was swung open for you to be greeted with a groggy Lin clad only in a t-shirt and boxers. His dishevelled appearance didn’t halt your excitement, however. Your energetic appearance, though, was able to exhaust him further.
You stormed right past him.
“Come on in.” He sarcastically grumbled, closing and locking the door behind you. You turned to him with the brightest grin he had ever seen in his life, “What’s all the excitement for?”
“Thousands of publicly educated teenagers are going to learn about and see your show thanks to a very generous contribution from the Rockefeller Foundation.” You triumphantly handed him the papers, the sleep disappearing from his eyes immediately.
“Dear Lord.” He mumbled, snatching the papers and reading the first few sentences.
“This will extend to any city Hamilton tours in.” You added for good measure.
After a second of absorbing the information he looked up, bright eyed with a toothy grin.
“You did it-” He mused.
Before either one of you knew it, you were reaching for each other. The papers flew to the floor as his hands found home on your cheeks, pulling you in for a quick, simple kiss.
You each stepped back at the contact, lips tingling.
You shared a steady look, a mutual desperation for another kiss evident in the air.
You reached for each other again. Bodies slinked firmly and perfectly together as his teeth scraped against your lips. His hands were quickly pushing your coat from your shoulders as yours tugged at the hem of his thin shirt.
He pushed forward, blindly backing you down the entryway of his house to where you knew his bedroom resided.
His grip was tight and confident, a comfortability apparent as if this wasn’t the first time.
The back of your knees collided with the edge of the mattress as you fell back into his bed, the firm grip you had on his hair ensuring that he fell with you.
He pressed you further into the mattress as his lips abandoned you only to find solace in the clear expanse of your neck.
Shoes clattered to the floor as Lin made quick work of anything else he could shed, fifteen plus years of longing dissipating with each article he tossed to the side.
Ruppell’s Griffon Vulture is listed as critically endangered. One of their biggest threats is poisoning. Humans will set up poisoned carcasses to get predators, like lions or hyenas, but instead kill large numbers of vultures.
In one instance 600 hundred vultures were killed from a poisoned elephant carcass because the poachers did not want vultures to give away their location to authorities.
“Vultures are long-lived birds that reproduce very slowly, producing an
average of one chick every other year. Their current mortality rates
are well above what is sustainable and populations of all species are
crashing across the continent.”
They have backward-pointing spikes on the tongue to help remove meat from bone.
“They have a specialized variant of the hemoglobin alpha subunit; this protein has a great affinity for oxygen, which allows the species to absorb oxygen efficiently despite the low partial pressure in the upper troposphere.”
As Death points out in Hogfather, humans seem to need to project a kind of interior decoration on to the universe, so that they spend much of the time in a world of their own making. We seem – at least, at the moment – to need these things. Concepts like gods, truth* and soul appear to exist only in so far as humans consider them to do so (although elephants are known to get uneasy and puzzled upon finding elephant bones in the wild – whether this is because of some dim concept of the Big Savannah In The Sky or merely because it’s manifestly not a good idea to stay in a place where elephants get killed is unknown). But they work some magic for us. They add narrativium to our culture. They bring pain, hope, despair, and comfort. They wind up our elastic. Good or bad, they’ve made us into people.
– on being human |
Terry Pratchett,Ian Stewart, and Jack Cohen, The Science of Discworld
Jealous Gods - Meet Overlook University’s class of 2020:
Ryan Potter plays Clarke Tilly, 19. Undecided major. Clarke is young, strong, and full of life. He’s at college to make friends, enjoy the gym, and drink enough vodka to kill an elephant. Not one of those little Borneo elephants, a big one.
Parker Fowler plays Donald Dole, 18. Pre-med, Psychiatrist. Don, above all, wants to be a good man. Sadly for all his A+ grades and his extensive psychological knowledge, he’s still kind of a prick. Don is the very reason that the road to hell has such luxurious pavement.
Robert Stokes plays Richard Quail, 18. Pre-med, Surgeon. Quail (Never call him Rich) hasn’t lived the easiest life. Raised by a single father with little in the way of fathering skills, Quail was always a clever child but never found a place where cleverness was at all valued. Kicked out of the sci-fi club for excessive nerdiness, His roommates Don and Clarke are the only real friends he’s ever had.
Michelle Pantle plays Bridget Corel, 19. Mythology major. Most of her classmates see her as a bit of a know it all. Exceptionally intelligent, she’s recently applied the scientific method to making friends, and has found that success in that field is not to her taste. She’d rather immerse herself in the books that fill her dorm and her backpack, which is actually a large and book-full suitcase. Most recently she’s read Richard Burton’s translation of The Arabian Nights, all 16 volumes of it.
“If it were up to me,” the hero said, their fingers closing around the villain’s wrists, “I’d kill you now. Oh, I’m not actually going to, of course. I like to think I still have some sort of moral compass left, even after everything that’s happened. Even after everything I’ve done. Everything you’ve made me do.” Without quite meaning to, they tightened their grip. It felt as though something was bubbling up from deep inside them, something dark and rotten and long-hidden that wanted to get out. “But if I didn’t…oh, the things I could do to you. I could break your bones one by one. Start with your fingers, and see how long it took you to start screaming. Isn’t that what you did to that nice young man who tried to double-cross you?” The villain didn’t respond. “Of course, if that doesn’t appeal to your delicate sensibilities, I could just string you up instead. Hang you by your wrists like a piece of meat. Or I could - ” They broke off. “Wait a minute. Are you getting off on this?”
“No,” said the villain, unconvincingly.
“What,” said the hero, “are you doing in my house? And in my dressing gown?”
“Making you breakfast!” The villain brandished a spitting frying pan as evidence. “I couldn’t help noticing last week that you’re just not filling out that super-suit of yours like you used to. You need feeding up, otherwise our battles are going to get terribly one-sided. I’ve done you some bacon, see?”
The hero sniffed. The bacon reeked of bitter almonds, with a faint trace of lemon underneath - presumably an attempt to cover up the smell of the poison, which they judged was probably enough to kill an elephant. Several elephants. “You do know I’ve been trained to recognise the smell of cyanide from a distance of five feet or less?” they said. “Here’s a tip: try using something odourless next time.”
The villain looked downcast. “I was only trying to be nice.”
“And murder me,” the hero pointed out.
“Well - yes, but in a nice way.”
“How did you even find out where I live?”
The villain finished securing the cable ties around the hero’s ankles. “Oh, I hacked into those security cameras you installed to keep away intruders. Ironic, really. Sorry - are these too tight?”
“No, they’re - wait, you hacked into my cameras?”
“Well, yes,” the villain said, as though it were obvious. “The encryption on them was terrible, and I was curious. By the way, I’m glad to see that what they say about men with big feet is true.”
The hero covered his face with his hands.
The hero slammed the villain up against the wall rather harder than was necessary, relishing the choked-off sound they made as their back hit the metal. They tightened their arm so that the muscles bulged, cutting off the villain’s air supply, and snarled directly into their ear, “I know what you did.”
The villain made a desperate hand gesture that could reasonably have been interpreted as What are you talking about? The hero relaxed their grip slightly, finally allowing their enemy to breathe - albeit only in shallow, retching gasps. “I know what you did,” they said again. “You turned those innocent people into mincemeat over a fucking business transaction. I already knew you were scum, but this is a new low.”
“Wasn’t me,” the villain said, their voice rough around the edges.
The hero laughed, short and sharp. “You expect me to believe that?”
“Well, exacting bloody and disproportionate retribution for imagined slights is one of my favourite pastimes,” the villain said, and gasped as the hero’s arm tightened around their neck again. “No, wait! Wait. Listen. I’m not guilty this time, honestly. Hand on my cold black heart. Half of those people were in my employ, what would I gain by getting rid of them?”
“Prove it,” the hero hissed.
“Let me down, and I will,” the villain said, coaxingly.
The hero hesitated, their grip just loose enough to pin the villain in place. For a second, their eyes locked, and the hero thought - or imagined - that they saw a hint of sincerity somewhere in there.
I’m going to regret this, they thought grimly - and lowered their arm.
“Oh, please,” the villain sneered. “You’re not going to kill me, you’re too - ”
Without even bothering to look, the hero fired. Blood sprayed outwards in a semicircle, spattering the wall behind where the villain’s head had been. Their body swayed, then toppled gently to one side, collapsing on to the floor as though all the air had been let out of it (which, in a way, it had). The hero turned and stared at the mess.
“Well, that was a lot easier than I was expecting,” they said.
In addition to wanting to lift the ban on fox hunting, she also has dropped the Tory pledge to end the UK ivory trade.
The ivory trade is the commercial, often illegal trade in the ivory tusks of the hippopotamus, walrus, narwhal, mammoth, and most commonly, African and Asian elephants.
Around 20,000 elephants are killed by poaching in Africa every year, which means an elephant is killed every 25 minutes.
David Cameron vowed to “press for a total ban on ivory sales” in his 2015 manifesto, echoing a previous promise made in 2010 to eradicate the bloodthirsty practice.
However 2017’s Tory manifesto, released ahead of 8 June’s general election, makes no mention of the pledge.
She said that “Any ban on antique ivory is cultural vandalism, virtually akin to placing a ban on old books because they may be made from paper that came originally from now-endangered trees or antique furniture made from mahogany.”
Meanwhile, the Labour Party introduced a pledge for a “total ban on ivory trading” in its 2017 manifesto.
So a while ago I started a second playthrough on Fallout 4, and rolled with Hancock as my companion…
At some point, he looted a minigun, said the above quote then proceeded to mow down a flock of super mutants and I LOST IT because all I could picture was this small, scrawny ghoul hopped up on enough chems to kill an elephant just so he can carry that thing.
I had to scribble it out quickly because it was too funny not to!
cipherponyjinx asked: How many times has Vax interacted with the Raven Queen and when? Anonymous asked: Given the revelation that Vax is now multiclassing as a paladin, can we get a list of all the Raven Queen moments?
In honour of Save the Elephants Day (16/Apr) •••
Elephant numbers have dropped by 62% over the last decade, and they could be mostly extinct by the end of the next decade. An estimated 100 African elephants are killed each day by poachers seeking ivory, meat and body parts. As of 2011, the world is losing more elephants than the population can reproduce, threatening the future of African elephants across the continent. #SaveTheElephants
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