#remembering wildlife

[sitting-on-me-bum]

Two leopards take a drink at the Central Kalahari Game Reserve, Botswana, in a stunning photo taken from a new book, Remembering Leopards. Featuring photos donated by wildlife photographers around the world, the book is one in a series that has donated more than £1m to conservation projects

Photograph: Margot Raggett/Remembering Wildlife/PA

#margot raggett #photographer #remembering wildlife #press association #leopards #cats #animal #mammal #wildlife #central kalahari game reserve #botswana #remembering leopards #nature

[jamesrodayrodriguezpresents]

jamesroday Those who have never seen a leopard in natural surroundings have no conception of their grace and beauty. Unfortunately, our uncompromising way of living alongside them has left their survival hanging in the balance. When you look upon the glorious cats captured on the pages of this book, REMEMBERING LEOPARDS, be assured it is not too late to save them. Buying this book helps. The profits go to vetted organizations working to conserve them in the wild. Reposting this helps too. By raising awareness, we can be part of supporting and ensuring their ongoing existence. You can order your copy of Remembering Leopards today at www.buyrememberingwildlife.com (http://www.buyrememberingwildlife.com/) knowing 100% of all profits go directly to protecting Leopards #RememberingLeopards

#James Roday Rodriguez #Remembering Wildlife #Remembering Leopards #photo #i think it's time for an updated jstache collection

[lambergeier]

truly can’t believe the entire internet used to be about playing little games. it was about having adobe flash and playing little games on nick.com

#spent just a few hours trying to find the old wild thornberrys wildlife rescue game tonight #turns out that game is officially 'lost media' #which sure is a weird term for something i so vividly remember playing for hour after hour in the evenings in 5th grade! #truly sometimes the ephemerality of internet media is not only bad but profoundly disorienting #there used to be so many WEBSITES on the internet

[proxycrit]

Part 1 / Part 2

Emmet remembers when he and Ingo first brought Elesa to explore Celestial Tower, back when they were fourteen and thought they were immortal.

“Allegedly, the bell chime will bring ghosts home”, ingo had told emmet with the pompous knowing energy of a child who read way too much brochures. “It’s culturally significant! We must ring it.”

“Hmmm,” emmet had responded suspiciously. “Brother. The bell is at the top of the tower.” The implication stands: Ingo, there are thirty flights of stairs between here and the top, and no elevator to speak of.

Don’t be a coward, Litwick had told Emmet with the blaise tone of somebody who’s going to be piggy backing off of somebody else. Go ring the bell. Tynamo, sensing a litten fight, floated towards a loitering blitzle.

Ingo turns his lilipup eyes on Elesa, who’s squinting at the carved stone faces of the front door.

“Elesa? What do you think?”

Elesa thinks. She shrugs. “We already made our way here,” she said in accented galarian. “Might as well make it the rest of the way. Ganbatte!”

Emmet sighs. “This is a mistake,” he tells the two in exhaustive patience, but lets himself be dragged into the building.

Last time the twins were here, Ingo caught litwick— but not before she managed to nab a good chunk of Emmet’s soul. It’s not terrible; he felt fatigued for a week and bounced back pretty quickly, but it was the principle of the whole situation— celestial tower’s a pain in the ass and Emmet will stand by that until the day he dies.

Like right now.

The map isn’t working. Emmet checked it once. He’s checked it twice. He’s taken out his pen and written on it, which he would usually never do but desperate times call for desperate measures. The compass he brought spins useless circles. It’s like chargestone cave up here, but worse because instead if electric pokemon it’s all ghosts.

“We’re lost, yyup yup!” He announced to the crew. “I vote we eat Ingo first.”

“I love you too,” Ingo told Emmet placidly. “But we all know between the two of us, you’re the tastier one.” Litwick gives Emmet a thumbs up. Emmet gasps in mock affront.

“Elesa, help!”

Elesa gives the two of them a wary look. It took two floors for her to realize this is not just a weird temple with strange rocks, but a full out graveyard. She’s not very happy about that development.

“Don’t drag me into this,” she tells them. “Teme wa urusaii.”

“I will take that as a compliment,” Ingo reports back.

Emmet, who’s cheerfully struggles with Galarian on a good day, simply gives her a thumbs up.

The three painstakingly crawl their way up. And up. If all else fails, Emmet told himself, at least they can orient themselves towards high ground.

“We’re like pidoves,” Ingo gasps. He has fallen behind them on the stairs, with Emmet taking the lead through sheer spite despite his legs going numb on floor twenty two. “We, hah, we are attracted by the magnet of the bell, like, like probopass-“

“I am emmet! You are not making, sense!” Emmet called back. Elesa, who’s stuck between them and looking two steps from perpetual collapse, giggles.

“No, no hear me out, Ingo wheezes. “What if the bell’s a magnetic pole? And that’s why your compass doesn’t wo, woo, hahh, work.”

Emmet stops to rest, just because Ingo is using precious breathing air to infodump. Elesa gratefully slumps against the railing. Tynamo and litwick, lazy in their still small size, have settled on a weary blitzle and look very smug doing so. (Emmet is not jealous, he tells himself. Emmet is also lying.)

“The bell’s important,” Ingo had repeated.

“Okay,” Elesa responds. “If it’s important to you, then it’s important to us.”

And Emmet finds that he agrees with Elesa. Partially because they crawled up twenty fucking three flights of stairs, but also because Ingo thinks this is important, so it is.

And here’s the thing—

— emmet doesn’t remember much after that.

The rest of that trip was a blur of exhausted groaning and burning legs, and by the time the trio managed to breach floor thirty, people’s brains have all but dribbled out their ears. Emmet remembers being disgustingly sweaty. He remembers blitzle almost tripping to death and litwick’s swearing. He remembers tynamo sticking to his neck like a damp towel. He remembers Ingo’s excited sneasel smile, and the way the sunset bounced off of Elesa’s hair.

He remembers the brassy ring of the Celestial bell. It sounded like victory.

But it was Elesa’s cackle turned scream as Ingo swiped cold hands down her neck that sounded like home.

—-

So when the conductor at thirty one, lost and disoriented in the Impossible Place, heard the sound of a familiar bell, ringing over and over and over-

-the sound of laughter-

-EMMET! Elesa cried-

-like a homing pidove, the conductor, thinks nonsensically as something in him perks up.

(Emmet had always liked winning, more than anything else, and the sound of victory calls him home.)

—

Elesa catches lightning in a bottle. Elesa, arms outstretched, finds purchase in her brother, and does not let go.

Emmet is so, so cold, Elesa thinks as the wind steals air from her lungs. (That’s okay. She’s already breathless from a terrible business called hope.)

Emmet stares back. His hands flap against Elesa’s jacket. Elesa desperately drinks in his wan face and too wide eyes and his frost bitten lips. In a tiny, meek voice, almost lost to the wind, he asks:

“Are you real?”

Elesa lets out an ugly sob. Her tears whip away in the wind as they fall. Emmet’s frightened countenance turns immediately to alarm. His shaky grasp becomes a solid grip as they spin through the air, cushioned by chandelure’s psychic.

“I think so??” Elesa warbles. She sees Emmet’s eyes dart to her mouth. He’s reading mirroring her, she realizes with giddy delight— it’s such an Emmet thing to do, to read lips, and-

“I am Emmet,” Emmet breathes. His eyes have started to water. “Yyou are Elesa- Oh dragons, Elesa!?“

Elesa reaches. Hesitates.

Emmet grabs elesa by the lapels and crushes her tight against him. Elesa holds on, and the grief and relief in her accumulates into a wet sopping mess. She’s ruining his jacket, she mourns, but its okay because he’s dripping all over hers.

She can’t hear what he’s saying into her shoulder, can’t read what he says, but everything’s okay because every part of her is chiming

You came back

You’re here

I’m not alone anymore.

Around them, the air distorts as Chandelure’s psychic wavers, flutters, and solidifies. Gravity reverses its call as they settle gently on the ground, dust billowing in all directions.

The ghost pokemon drops next to them, shaking so hard the musical clang of glass makes Elesa flinch.

You fucks, Chandelure gasps. DON’T GO LEAPING OFF BUILDINGS, I AM NOT YOUR EMERGENCY PARACHUTE.

“I’m sorry,” Elesa gasps, still giddy from the adrenaline.

AND YOU! Chandelure howls, whirling on Emmet, who’s still staring at the ghost with huge eyes. He’s gripping on to solid ground with the energy of a man who realized he could have been a splat on the ground.

YOU LEFT!

Emmet winces.

You- You left us, you left me-

Ah, ah no, Elesa thinks as golden globules of light shed from Chandelure. This is what a ghost looks like crying.

Emmet holds out his arms. Chandelure drifts into his embrace, and shakes, and shakes, and shakes.

You left me, the ghost pokemon whispers. How dare you. How could you.

“I didn’t mean to,” Emmet whispers. “I’m sorry.”

Stop doing this to me, Chandelure demands. Golden brine joins human tears, like drops of sun trapped in wet glass. Stop going where I can not follow.

And Emmet holds his tongue, because he knows he can not promise staying. Not while Ingo and Eelektross are still in Hisui.

(In the back of Emmet’s hurt and shattered mind is a spark. Synapses connect. The cold breach of the Distortion does nothing to drown out the sudden flare of hope in Emmet’s chest, so great he can not breathe, so strong he can not feel, because there’s a path. A difficult, painful path through the Space that Can Not Be, but a path all the same.)

“Elesa, Chandelure-“ Emmet’s voice breaks. He wants to tell them about Eelektross. He wants to tell them about the terrible past that is Hisui. He wants to explain how the last five months were filled with horror and wonder and fear and hope.

Hope, he thinks. So he says this:

“I know how to get Ingo home.”

NOTES:

AAAAAND THAT’S ALL FOR THIS DRABBLE. ITS OUT NOW. I CAN FINALLY GO BACK TO POSTING HAPPY SHENANIGANS! (Now you know the shape of their story.)

Thanks for reading this monster of a post!

#salvaging the ship of theseus #submas au #submas #ONCE AGAIN. MAKING THIS EVERYBODYS PROBLEM #hey look i did a funny little callback #remember the celestial tower as a Fun Time? #im about to make it BITTERSWEET. #emmet #elesa #chandelure #ingo #critterbitter screams into the void #critdraws #anyways uHh pls just know stsot is made from my worldbuilding notes #i dont know the shape of its ending yet and things are bound to change (which is why its on this acc instead of critterbitter! #feel free to postulate in the comments tho! i have other drabbles but drawing and writing hard) #((mostly? ingo taking care of the sneaslets. getting harassed by lady sneasler. confusing the local wildlife.)) #submas angst #with hopeful end? #submas fanfiction #fanfic #Spotify

[thatsbelievable]

#Three Things to Remember About Bears #wildlife #nature

[robo-dino-puppy]

raccoon!

#horizon forbidden west #hfw #hfw wildlife #raccoon #hfw raccoon #i think raccoons were somehow the wildlife i encountered the least in hfw #peccaries were everywhere but i remember being surprised every time i saw a raccoon bc i could never remember the last time i saw a raccoon #hfw little details #gamingcreatures

[is-the-owl-video-cute]

Introducing bison to Britain is honestly such a stupid idea. To start with, if you look it up European bison have never been native to the uk, they’re just related to the forest bison which WAS native, but also went extinct in the Pleistocene, some 12,000 years ago. I don’t feel like you can call introducing a species which is related to a different species that went extinct when there were hippos and lions in Britain reintroduction. And there really aren’t that many places for them to go either. Nature reserves and forests big enough to support a population of bison generally already have an established population of wild ponies that they’d compete with, and a lot of the time farmers have grazing rights for their sheep and cattle on common land as well. Plus there’d be no way for the bison to travel between them so there’d be no population mixing. The current “rewilding” project is basically just 3 European bison in a private zoo in some Kent woods, and it’s really difficult to see how it could ever be more than that.

Ah, I see. I hadn’t realized the bison in the UK were not only a different species from wisents altogether but also not found there since the Pleistocene.

So would you perhaps say that, pardon, the UK wants to release random [Eastern European] animals into their ecosystem?

#/lh #but this revelation is quite literally the funniest possible twist in this saga #I was slightly off but in general terms I was also RIGHT because they are releasing non-native wildlife there #This entire ride has been incredibly funny from beginning to end #at least the beavers are native to the UK lol #I hope the slow worm project goes well at least #and I wish the lynx and wolf project had a snowballs chance in hell #I don’t remember bullet point three but best of luck to that too

[critter-catcher]

Very excited to announce we've got our first fawn! I'm not quite sure how old this little guy is, but I haven't seen him around his momma and he's very small so I'd say in the past few weeks, or even less!

Regardless, I'm hyped and I love him so much.

#hes also real little #like last year if yall remember fearne she was much bigger on her first sighting #animals #trail cam #mammals #nature #critters #wild life #wildlife #deer #does #fawn #white tailed deer

[orcinus-veterinarius]

Oh god my heart dropped when you said people are swimming with wild orcas now. Thats a disaster waiting to happen. At least with captive orcas, they’re used to people, but a wild orca would be happy to fuck up a new “toy”. Maybe people should consider that the reason there are no reports of humans being killed by wild orcas is because we don’t just casually swim with them.

Yeah… they’ve become really popular in Norway. And my friend from Mexico told me the tours boats there will communicate with each other to share the locations of orca pods and take passengers to swim with them.

We’re playing with fire here.

(Oh, and dolphin tour boats in Florida are the worst about this.)

#remember kids… whale-watching isn’t automatically more ethical than visiting an aquarium #orcas #killer whales #cetaceans #marine mammals #wildlife #answered asks #anonymous #language

[verygayandverytired]

i want to live in the world where dragon age inquisition got to have the in-depth strategy / political organization sim elements bioware obviously wanted it to have where your decisions in managing the inquisition actually meant anything for how it operates and had effects on the game world. sadly we live in the universe where art needs to make profit

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #you can see the remnants of their vision #like in the requisitions system #which obviously was originally intended to not just be meaningless crafting recipes that give you meager amounts of Influence and Power #even influence and power feel like stripped back abstractions of what they originally wanted #the early trailers of the game made establishing and managing keeps in each region look a lot more important than they ended up being #also the da2 resource system would've made infinitely more sense in inquisition than going around grabbing individual resources personally #as you walk around #and it is kind of there in the final game? like the logging stands and whatnot are similar in concept though they really are just for the #pointless shallow requisitions rather than anything of any actual impact #i remember also that early talk of the game included a mechanic where it was possible to overhunt wildlife or overharvest resources #which never actually manifested in the final game #but could've been interesting for things like the refugees in the hinterlands who need food #a mechanic like that could open up player choice of balancing providing for the refugees with responsibly managing the local resources #rather than how the quest is in the final game which is just “go kill 10 rams”

[octoagentmiles]

hm.

I think it's interesting that every 2D artistic depiction of Calico Jack features him with a small nick in his left ear,

...considering the real Calico Jack doesn't have one 👀

What if Kwazii getting mistaken for CJ isn't a one-sided thing? What if people/creatures mistake CJ for Kwazii sometimes?? What if that's how CJ knew Kwazii was still alive pre-Amazon Adventure???

#octonauts #octonauts calico jack #octonauts headcanons #octonauts theory #thinking many thoughts #✨ as usual ✨ #wait. sobbing actually. imagine cj living alone in the amazon and one day some Creature just running up to him like- #''woah! hi!!!—oh. wait. sorry‚ i thought you were that octonaut guy.'' #''?????'' #''yeah‚ yk‚ the octonauts? the famous ocean+wildlife protection group? there's a cat member who looks just like you!!'' #''huh. well that's interesting. anyway i gotta go-'' #''—KWAZII!! i remember now- his name's Kwazii!! cool fella i hear. :)'' #''👁️👄👁️'' #'':))) nice to meet you anyway- bye!'' #''⁉️⁉️⁉️'' #then he runs home to pete like ''🥹🥹🥹🥹 PETE GUESS WHAT????''

[jamesrodayrodriguezpresents]

jamesroday  The REMEMBERING BEARS book is filled with awe-inspiring photos of the last eight remaining bear species spread throughout the world. Sadly, six are listed as vulnerable or endangered. Pressures from the climate crisis, human-wildlife conflict, illegal zoos, pet trafficking and the bear bile industry, are putting them at risk. We can all make a difference. Help to protect Bears by ordering your copy of Remembering Bears today at www.buyrememberingwildlife.com 100% of all profits go directly to vetted programs committed to protecting bears #RememberingBears #RememberingWildlifeDay

#James Roday Rodriguez #Remembering Wildlife #Remembering Bears #photo

[vampiricsheep]

so since I may be free this summer after all, would anyone be interested in an RP event that's a potluck? I've been wanting to do it for ages but there's never any interest compared to other themes

for a discord rp, I would make a separate server explicitly for this purpose so you don't have to be in any guilds or anything! I would also delete the server (or at least channel, if people would like an event-planning server long-term) after a week - enough time for people to read over their stuff but not preserved forever and ever.

#actually remembering to make this a week-long poll this time! #if you've never heard the term before: a potluck is an event where everyone brings a food they've made to share in a communal feast! #there is no skill floor for this - if you (your character in this case) only knows a simple cornbread recipe they follow by the book that's #-just as welcome as an elaborate roast #and I know people have brought things they bought instead of cooked (like a bakery pie) #the point isn't to show off your cooking skills as much as it is to come together as a community and share :) #its historical origins were a little more complex in function than that but I'm going with what I was raised with #but yeah. it's a theme I've wanted to do a while because it's so community #I AM upset that I won't be busy this summer (rejected from every internship I applied to and can't apply to ones that require a- #-drivers license which is uhh MOST OF THEM! #but my psych was saying it's probably good for me to have some rest and recovery time after this hell semeste #(it wasn't hell but two of my classes have really been fucking with my head) #I DID get to try out darting guns last week in my wildlife sampling/id classes though and I hit the target dead center both times! #and that was fun. but the writing assignments from those other classes are incomprehensible in rubric #OH RIGHT MY TAGS #gw2 open RP night #gw2 rp

[61below]

Shout out to my cousin being completely 😑😑😑 bc I was so delighted by the reindeer just casually walking through traffic in Rovaniemi, as if I don’t have my own herd of whitetail deer that are so ordinary I’m like 😑😑😑 (if not 🔪🔪🔪🔪) every time I see them.

Then I think about the desi guy in a fancy car who rolled up to mr61below at a trailhead all “where can I see the wolves and moose and bears?? 😍😍😍” and my poor husband had to try to explain to him that you absolutely do not want to run into ANY of them while hiking, that if he really wants to see them, to go to the centers in Ely.

Like, this? Annoying, but not really that dangerous: lone black bears are usually easily run off with a stern ‘gwon, GIT!’ (And they really do need to be run off, bc if they learn that people aren’t scary, then they become absolute trash goblins, and they ARE smart enough to give zero fucks. If the DNR tries to relocate them, they’ll just follow the scent back to where they know they can get easy meals. Fuck every single person who thinks it’s ‘cute’ to feed them.)

But this???? 110% terrifying. I flat out called my boss that I will not be coming to work until they leave on their own. She hung around all summer. This is the mama that charged me bc I tried to say ‘gwon, GIT!’ from the doorway, but her cubs went right up the tree next to the garage, she charged me, then stalked the yard for another 4 straight hours.

The only thing scarier in my life was the time a bull moose charged us while blueberry picking.

#meanwhile in minnesota #wildlife #reindeer #white tail deer #pestilence ridden wood rats #black bears #(I hate white tailed deer. when I was a kid there were old timers at the cabin who still remembered when we used to have caribou. #but the deer drove them out plus they also spread disease to moose. not to mention CWD terrifies meeee) #don’t woobify wildlife

[spotsupstuff]

heyo! I'm not sure if this is the best place to ask but what route do you find the most optimal for the hunter campaign? I've seen you have completed it a while ago and figured i could ask for some insight

hm! well, i don't really know about Optimal world-wide, but personally i've taken the general Sky Islands route. lemme map my way for you

def open this in new tab n zoom in, sweet stars thats a big file

either way, this should take off like 13 cycles from your run in total at max, so all's fine. my mindset for it was to not linger anywhere and not start any fights that i wasn't entirely sure i could win and be kind to scavs like giving them a spear if you have two. or if a pearl is nearby take it and give it to them. don't forget to eat one of Pebs' neurons, else that trip thru Shaded is going to be a pain in the ass

at the point i went on Hunter i spent a lot of time in Sky Islands and Shaded as Arti so i knew how to navigate that. sacrificing a cycle in Sky Islands allows u to die like... twice before you will be unable to get Spades on the way to wall. i suppose if that happens n u don't wanna reset u can pick the ghost squid up when u'll be coming out of the Pebs visit. any death in Sub doesn't matter so you don't gotta be frustrated about that

i now DONT REMEMBER if you need five or four echoes(/Pebs) to get max karma so if what i wrote doesn't get u there u go n get that Shaded Citadel echo, champ, i believe in u 👍

#Spot says stuff #rw #the most resets that happened with me where in sky islands #remember to curse openly when u get fucked by the wildlife or parkour to vent out the frustration #oh the shit ive said because of rain world

[littlehornedoak]

jelly

#my art #artists on tumblr #traditional artwork #copic art #jellyfish #marine life #jellyfish art #i don't remember exactly what jellyfish this was #but it was a lot of fun to draw #nature art #wildlife art