The fact he’s named kinda brushes over the fact this is a wild elephant. Born in the wild, raised in the wild, the only human interaction is watching the safaris. And after mean humans shot him, he decided the best course of action was to go visit the nice humans who just take pictures in hopes they’d help him. And then, even though they didn’t help him right away, he trusted that because they continued to be nice, he was safe, and they would help him.
also the people saw an elephant and were like “that’s a ben”
i hope he tells the other elephants where they can get help
Orphans who were rescued, raised, and released by the David Sheldrick Wildlife Trust in Kenya have communicated that it is a place of safety to other elephants who’ve never even been there.
Injured animals will show up there when they have been harmed by poachers because they know it is a place where they can get help!
i am very glad elephants have a functioning yelp system
So I’m a phlebotomist. And sometimes, I work at a site that is directly adjacent to an endocrinologist. Which means I see and take blood from a lot of folks that are trans, or nonbinary, or gender nonconforming.
Do you have any fucking idea how easy it is, in customer-service speak, to respect someone’s gender?
I mean, I’ve had super awkward situations where I have to say things like ‘I’m sorry, that name isn’t coming up in our system. Is there another name…“ And without fail they provide their deadname and I plug it in and I say ‘Ok, that came up, do you want me to fix that in our system?” And they say ‘Yes’ and then I ADD IT AS A SYNOMYMOUS NAME. Same as I would for someone recently married or divorced. The end.
I have never experienced a situation in which I have felt motivated to ask someone’s pronouns.
I have had situations in which I have thought to myself ‘I have no idea if this person is ‘sir’ or ‘ma’am’ and instead have gone ‘Next patient please?’ or ‘I can help who’s next’ or ‘I can help you now’ while looking directly at them.
I have had situations where I’ve gone ‘I’m like 90% certain that I’ve been given a record with this person’s deadname because this name does not match at all the gender presentation of the person I’m looking at’ And I say ‘Ok, can you spell your last name for me? Ok, spell your first name? And your date of birth?’
and then I quietly write ‘preferred name [the name they just spelled] on the top of thier record.
THIS IS NOT HARD.
And if this is not hard for me, as a person working in medicine who has to make certain that the person I’m talking to is the same person on the medical record that I’m looking up, how much easier must it be for, say, a barista who doesn’t give half a fuck who you are? I’ve BEEN a barista in the past. If a Barista is asking your pronouns, that person is an asshole.
I’m so sorry, but this just looks like a rip from a rap video.
I’m fucking sobbing. Aragorn looks like he’s fighting off a bee before he swoops in to tackle someone. Legolas punching the air like he’s celebrating too early. The dude who’s creeping after Gimli like he’s gonna be an easy target and Gimli charging like a battering ram to crush his kneecaps. Gandalf serenely ignoring all this.
Apparently John Rhys-Davies aka Gimli did not fuck around with that poncy “not hitting the stunt men” shite..so that poor bastard probably did get speared by an armoured dwarf…
walk in with jello salad fuckery. am immediately greeted with, “We were just talking about needing jello!! This is so good!!” Thanks, it’s got mayo in it.
any attempt to look at my phone was greeted with elbowing from my mother and a demand to know who i was talking to. thanks mom, i’m 22, i can glance at my phone for the weather for the drive back if i want to.
got to walk a corgi!!! she’s six months old and her name is Winnie and she loved to scream
ate the wateriest corn i’ve ever consumed. it wasn’t even creamed corn. it was cold, freshly thawed freezer corn. c’mon, guys.
my grandpa loudly demanded to see a movie show. he was very angry we did not want to see a movie show. “there’s bohemian rhapsody,” said my cousin. this was met with tsks and shaking heads from my aunts who said, “oh, he wouldn’t want to see that Freddie Mercury… he was…” There was a Pointed Glance at me, the token obvious lesbian wearing a wedding ring which Nobody Commented on, “-he was um… a rock star… they do weird stuff with each other…”
loud angry yelling that now that Prop 2 to legalize medical marijuana in utah that “everyone’s going to be smoking dope on the street.”
my mom ordering me to grow my hair from the curly undercut swooshy haircut i’ve got going on into the bob i used to have before moving out because apparently, “I’m not her daughter” otherwise. It was said lightly but that still fuckin stings, y’know? I put a note in my calendar to make a hair appointment. Time to get the sides buzzed down to a 1, y’all.
my grandpa gave me a copy of the hymn he wrote forty years ago.i thought he just wanted me to look at it and handed it back. he put it back in my hands and shouted i needed it and singing it would put the spirit back in my heart. thanks, grandpa, but that’s where the gay thoughts go.
Being raised without stability really fucks with your head, you’re forever trying to figure out a person’s “pattern“ to see how you have to approach them, whether they’re in a good mood and it’s safe, or if they’re in a bad mood and you have to be careful or maybe avoid them altogether, just because those who raised you could never keep a consistent emotional reaction
Land of Sweetness and Light 
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