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Reblog if you stand against order, civilization, and goodness itself
I was literally considering wearing a Jolly Roger flag as a cape to pride this year, but it was too hot
Rb to give gender euphoria to the person you reblogged it from
yes yes you deserve to feel the gender euphoria!!! :3
pride month is almost over I would just like to say happy pride to boring LGBTQ people in particular. everyone expects us to be brilliant creatives and scientists and interior decorators and quirky professors and tortured artists but some of us wear nothing but Kirkland Signature clothing and watch Friends and The Office and are incapable of having an interesting conversation and that is okay. our diversity is our strength.
talking to a very boring LGBTQ person once in a while is so refreshing, you’re like “Whoa! You’re so average and normal! You’re like a coworker at an office job! The only thing we have in common is our LGBTQ identity and that is beautiful!”
“They tell us we’re born to suffer but you were obviously born to maintain the lawn outside of your suburban home. Very sweet.”
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from a little while ago..
"Fat folks have unique needs when it comes to body care and we often aren’t ever taught what those needs are. Because we have been taught to be ashamed of our bodies and view them as a punishment because we look the way that we do, we are often even discouraged from learning the proper techniques required to care for ourselves.
This guide is here to help fix that! It’s here to walk you through some of the starting steps I -- writer Sarah Biette --- took for myself that revolutionized the way I cared for my fat body, especially my skin. I’ll also talk about some of the stereotypes and judgements I had to work through while going on this journey. While I discuss my own experiences a bit in this article, I hope that you can see it as a jumping-off point to start your own relationship with caring for your body. The list of tips and tricks I have below is not at all exhaustive, and I would love to hear what methods have worked for you over the years!"
Check it out the rest of this amazing new piece here!
I always think of the description I saw years ago: Self-imposed deadlines don't help me, because I know the person who set them, and they're full of shit.
if you won’t say it out of tags I’ll do it for you because THANK YOU FOR THESE!!!
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In 2015, staff and students at the Bamfield Marine Sciences Centre on the west coast of Vancouver Island found a marmot wandering on the beach. The Bamfield Marine Sciences Centre studies ocean life. It is at sea level. The animal on its beach was a Vancouver Island marmot, a species that lives exclusively in alpine and subalpine meadows above 3,000 feet and is one of the rarest mammals on earth. Nobody could explain what it was doing at a marine biology station by the ocean. They named him Alan.
The Marmot Recovery Foundation trapped Alan, had him checked by a veterinarian, and flew him by helicopter to Green Mountain in the Nanaimo Lakes region, where an established colony of Vancouver Island marmots was already living. They released him into the kind of habitat he was supposed to occupy: high alpine meadow, rocky talus slopes, wild subalpine flowers, and other marmots. Alan left.
The Foundation's own blog post was titled "Alan is on the move again." He was not the only wanderer. In 2013, the recovery team pulled a marmot named Morgan out of downtown Nanaimo. Another was found living in a woodshed in Qualicum Beach, a coastal town. Vancouver Island marmots disperse naturally, the way all colonial mammals do, but in a fragmented landscape where the mountains are separated by logged valleys, regrown forest, and roads, a dispersing marmot cannot find its way to the next colony. It ends up in places no marmot belongs.
The Vancouver Island marmot exists nowhere on earth except the mountains of Vancouver Island, British Columbia. It is the size of a large house cat, has chocolate-brown fur with splashes of cream on its nose and chest, and is the heaviest member of the squirrel family. It hibernates roughly seven months of the year. It lives in colonies where the animals rub noses in greeting and play-fight like boxers. It has the most complex vocal repertoire of any marmot species, including a distinctive call that sounds nothing like a whistle: a sharp, rising kee-aw that no other marmot makes.
A century ago, a Victoria newspaper described swarms of them in the Nitinat Valley. By 2003, 27 were left in the wild. Commercial logging had opened the forest on the mountainsides, and the clearcuts looked like the treeless alpine meadows that marmots naturally colonize. The marmots moved in. Then the trees grew back and the new growth gave cougars and golden eagles stalking cover they had never had before. Entire colonies were wiped out. Logging roads gave predators easy travel corridors straight to the burrows. The clearcuts that looked like opportunity were ecological traps.
The recovery effort that followed is one of the most hands-on wildlife programs in North America. The Marmot Recovery Foundation, established in 1998, partnered with the Toronto Zoo, the Calgary Zoo, and the provincial and federal governments to breed marmots in captivity and fly them by helicopter into the mountains. Since the early 2000s, more than 726 captive-bred marmots have been released onto Vancouver Island's peaks. Field crews hike for hours through steep, brushy terrain carrying telemetry antennas to track individuals by radio signal. They monitor survival, relocate solitary females to colonies with males, and move marmots off mountains where predation is too high. As of late 2025, the wild population stood at roughly 420 animals across 37 colonies.
Alan was one of the ones who did not read the plan. He was placed on a mountain with a colony, good habitat, and other marmots. He walked off the mountain, down through the forest, past the clearcuts, across the lowlands, and ended up on a beach next to a building full of marine biologists studying octopuses. The recovery team caught him and flew him back. The species is too rare for any individual to be written off, even one that treats a helicopter ride as a minor inconvenience on his way somewhere else.
Source: Marmot Recovery Foundation / The Narwhal / Canadian Geographic / Discover Wildlife / BC Ministry of Environment.
Credit: The Lonely Camp
seeing people say "this trope has been done to death" as if that's ever stopped anyone from eating bread. BREAD HAS BEEN DONE TO DEATH FOR LITERALLY THOUSANDS OF YEARS AND WE STILL WANT MORE BREAD. write your chosen one AU. write your coffee shop meet-cute. write your 47th iteration of "there was only one bed" because guess what??? we're still hungry.
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Cree; Saskatchewan, Canada, around 1930. Paul Coze