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japandreamscapes · 4 months

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Quiet Reflection #japan #ig_japan #japandreamscapes #日本 #写真好きな人と繋がりたい #写真 #ファインダー越しの私の世界 #旅行 #旅 #travel #travelphotography #photographer #photooftheday #wildlife #wildlifephotography #snowmonkey #snowmonkeys #野生 #野生動物 #ニホンザル #長野 #nagano

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fairweatherworks · 2 years

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Baby Japanese Macaque (Snow Monkey) at Jigokudani Yaen-Koen, a wildlife refuge in the mountains of Japan. . . . . . #sandiegophotography #travelphotography #naturephotography #yourshotphotographer #snowmonkey #snowmonkeys #japanesemonkey #jigokudani #jigokudaniyaenkoen #explorejpn #spunkymonkey #japandailies #traveljapan #wildlifephoptography #wildlifephotos #lovejapan #visitjapan #traveljapan https://www.instagram.com/p/CgSimpJBliz/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#sandiegophotography #travelphotography #naturephotography #yourshotphotographer #snowmonkey #snowmonkeys #japanesemonkey #jigokudani #jigokudaniyaenkoen #explorejpn #spunkymonkey #japandailies #traveljapan #wildlifephoptography #wildlifephotos #lovejapan #visitjapan

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kosa-photo-insta · 1 year

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Snow Monkey . Location:長野 Nagano / Japan🇯🇵 Date:2023年1月 Camera:Z9 / 70-200mm f2.8 . #地獄谷野猿公苑 #地獄谷 #SnowMonkey #Monkey #ig_captures #voyaged #ig_naturelovers #YourShotPhotographer #1x_japan #Lovers_Nippon #tokyocameraclub #art_of_japan_ #jgrv_member #team_jp_ #photo_jpn #sorakataphoto #LBJ_KING #mst_vip #広がり同盟メンバー #special_spot_legend #raw_japan #deaf_b_j_ #nipponpic_member #japan_waphoto #Rox_Captures #colore_de_saison #naganojapan #Japan_Daytime_View #japancityblues #raytrek_uniquetome (Nagano Prefecture, Japan) https://www.instagram.com/p/CnYhdRIPMVl/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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montrosebiology · 2 years

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Japanese snow monkeys (macaques) are famous for bathing in hot springs during the winter. Besides humans, they are the only primates that can live this far north and survive the frigid temperatures. It might seem natural then that they would use hot springs to stay warm in the winter, but it is actually a new behavior that only came about after contact with humans. Humans in Nagano, Japan fed groups of monkeys in certain locations to keep them away from ski resorts and farms where they were a nuisance. The half-tame monkeys watched humans in man-made pools enjoying the warm water and a few of the younger monkeys gave it a go. There are also stories of monkeys retrieving apples and other snacks from the water before realizing the warm pools were comfortable. In any case, it was the reckless and daring youngsters who began the process and eventually older individuals joined in. For hygiene reasons, the humans built the monkeys their own pool in the 1960s and it is that same pool that the monkeys use today. It might be romantic to imagine wild monkeys spending their winters in isolated natural hot springs, but it just isn’t the case. Like in many places around the world, monkeys have adapted to our presence in ways that benefit them, and it has changed their culture. Similar to the macaques of India that steal unattended bottles of Coca-Cola, the Japanese snow monkeys discovered that hanging around human settlements offered certain perks not available in the wild. 🐵♨️☃️ #biology #nature #snowmonkey #japan #macaque (at Japan) https://www.instagram.com/p/B1WiASGJ3o-/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#biology #nature #snowmonkey #japan #macaque

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kai-tokyo88 · 2 years

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Tropical botanical garden (via)

Hokkaido, Japan

#bathing ape #hokkaido #botanicalgardens #snowmonkey #discoverjapan #hokkaido travel #hakodate #japan trip #snow landscape

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jun10331 · 2 years

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ルーフトップジャパニーズバー雪月花様々なお酒やおつまみ、食事も楽しめるルーフトップバー長野の大空と夜風が最高 #湯田中温泉 #湯田中渋温泉郷 #渋温泉 #長野 #nagano #japan #温泉 #hotsprings #snowmonkey #長野観光 #長野旅行 #旅行 #旅 #国内旅行 #サウナ #客室露天風呂 #ルーフトップバー #rooftopbar (信州・湯田中温泉あぶらや燈千/RYOKAN ABURAYA TOUSEN,Yudanaka Hot-spring) https://www.instagram.com/p/CgxkfvbBszJ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#湯田中温泉 #湯田中渋温泉郷 #渋温泉 #長野 #nagano #japan #温泉 #hotsprings #snowmonkey #長野観光 #長野旅行 #旅行 #旅 #国内旅行 #サウナ #客室露天風呂 #ルーフトップバー #rooftopbar

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elainey123 · 2 years

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#lovejapan #bookwithme #booknow #japan #touroperator @wendywutours #adventure #culture #mountfuji #bullettrain #kimono #geisha #pagoda #tokyo #osaka #kyoto #hiroshima #nagasaki #snowmonkey (at Japan) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cfw1ZSwrAsm/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#lovejapan #bookwithme #booknow #japan #touroperator #adventure #culture #mountfuji #bullettrain #kimono #geisha #pagoda #tokyo #osaka #kyoto #hiroshima #nagasaki #snowmonkey

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fountainpenguin · 11 months

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“You put your hand out, opened the door... You said, 'Come with me, boy, I want to show you something more'..."

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My WordGirl fanfic Factor It In is here! It's the multi-chapter sequel to my one-shot "AlgoRhythm", which centered around WordGirl introducing Kid Math to the villains on villain karaoke night. If you liked that 'fic, you might like this one too. Check it out!

Chapter 1 - “Order of Operations”

Read on FFN || Read on AO3

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Summary: Being a 3rd-grade superhero-in-training isn’t easy, especially while bouncing between foster families. While 8-year-old Rexagon Pemdas struggles against his controlling nature and inability to keep a secret, 11-year-old Becky Botsford fights major burnout and a rapidly increasing fear of being replaced. Maybe Fair City doesn't need two heroes after all...

(First 1,800 words under the cut)

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Minor content warning for this snippet - Canon-typical implied backstory trauma (Potatoes, bruises, neglect).

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FACTOR IT IN

Order of Operations

.:: January 3rd - Saturday ::.

"One must be taught his place if orderly structure is ever to be maintained."

(Ancient Hexagon proverb)

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Psst! Look for the words independent and uneasy

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It's a chilly winter afternoon in the home of Milo and Miah Pirakell, who have just received a familiar visitor on their doorstep…

HELP!

The word hovers like a sugar cube on the end of his tongue. H-E-L-P exclamation point exclamation point… Milo stands there, as frozen as the snowboy, snowgirl, and snowmonkey in the yard across the street, quietly goggling the woman waiting for him on the front step. She isn't very tall, though the high heels help a ton with that. She smiles back at him. It's a pretty smile, her lips a sparkly glossy pink. Is she as nervous as he is? She's rocking back and forth on her toes, and he can't help but follow every movement.

Sandy blonde-brown hair. She kept it tied back in a bun. Does he know her? She looks sort of familiar, but this silent revelation doesn't stop the panicked heartbeat bouncing up and down inside his chest.

Help…

Maybe he's seen her face smeared across the newspapers or thrown across the TV screens. Is he about to be robbed blind in his own home? Does this woman have some sort of knock-out gas in that briefcase? He tightens his fingers on the door frame, saying nothing, until his wife's careful, loving hands grip onto his shoulder and pull him aside. Like a slug, he oozes at her command.

"Clarissa!" Miah - his beautiful, smiling Miah - pushes the door a little more open. "Please come in. Milo, you remember Mrs. Argent, our case manager with the foster system."

Milo peers at the sandy-haired woman again. Clarissa Argent, our case manager with the foster system. Yes. Yes, he does know her, though he's grateful for the set-up. He's struggled with memory problems all his life and Miah always grants him context like this when introducing someone he might not recall. Name. Job title. Location. Easy peasy.

Yes. He remembers. Her name's been on the calendar since yesterday, and he's been counting his heartbeats all this time. Clarissa Argent has eyes as silver as her surname, and she smiles up at Milo and switches her briefcase to her left hand. She extends the right for a shake. Milo blinks back at her, then uses two fingers to carefully adjust his glasses on his nose.

Clarissa. Case manager. Foster care.

"Would you like to come in?" he asks. His voice trembles when he says it, but neither Clarissa nor Miah mind at all. He grasps Clarissa's hand and gives it a shake. Sweat drips down his palm and smears across the creases of her fingers. He winces, but Clarissa's smile never wavers.

"Thank you so much for letting me visit. I wanted to get right down to it."

"Have a cookie," Miah offers, waving her into the living room. Milo stands blankly by the door, watching them go, until Miah glances back at him and gently motions for him to shut it so the snowflakes stay firmly outdoors. Right. He pushes it shut and locks it out of habit. He always locks the door when he's inside. Fair City is teeming with wild villains who could snap a lock like this in seconds, but it eases the anxiety very, very faintly anyway. Milo keeps his forehead to the door for three seconds, clicking through his memories and trying to remember why they're meeting with Clarissa.

Something's wrong… Help, help…

The girls are already chatting in the living room. Miah just redecorated in October, freshening up the place with a much more modern look. Clarissa hasn't visited since last April, so she's astonished by the changes and has to comment on every one of them. They even replaced the bulging, waterstained wood with nicer carpet.

Help…

Why is she here? This breaks the routine. Milo curls his fingers against the white door, blinking over and over as the world sways beneath his feet. Usually when there's a kid who needs a place to crash for the weekend, they get phone calls. Half the time, they aren't even "real" foster kids- just kids who temporarily lost track of their parents in some sort of villainous mishap like a cheesy tidal wave, a thunderstorm of bread slices, or a giant robot crushing the subway lines.

He's been there. Milo remembers all too painfully the chaos of his own youth, stranded and shocked in the road in the middle of a rainstorm while his house crumbled beneath the weight of potatoes before his very eyes. He'd been home alone after school. He was only eight. He's held a lot of shivering kids in his lap, rocking them back and forth while they watch something happier on the TV than the news. Even if he's fidgety, desperate to stay up to date with this crazy world they live in, and he can't resist flipping through the channels once he's safe inside his own bedroom.

Help…

Clarissa's personal visit does not take his anxiety down. But she's here, with Miah, and there are chocolate chip cookies waiting in the other room. And somewhere out there, one file folder away, is a kid who needs more help than he does. Milo inhales through his nostrils, counts to six, and exhales between his teeth. Though still uneasy, he peels himself from the door and trudges down the hall to join the two women in the living room.

Okay.

You have to take a step down from the hardwood floor to venture into the new living room. Milo does so, keeping his hand braced on the short handrail as he moves. He blinks at the bright lights, blinks at the snowflakes twirling on the other side of the open blinds, and blinks at Miah as she scoots closer to the pillows to make room for him beside her on the gray couch. Pleasantries are exchanged. Small talk. Milo, fidgeting, zones out for part of it, until he hears Clarissa shift the topic to the kid in question.

"He does need a close eye on him. Someone experienced with home security, who won't let him jump down from second-story windows. That's why I wanted to ask you in person. He's a very sharp-minded boy, Mr. and Mrs. M. Pirakell. Very kindhearted."

Milo glances at Miah. She glances right back at him. "But…?" she prompts the case worker.

"Just… extremely independent." Clarissa drums her fingers against the top of her briefcase. "He's a loner. Very detached in conversation, struggling to pick up on social cues. He shows very little interest in anything beyond math, science, and music. Oh, and cross stitch. We're worried that the neighborhood kids he's currently around are bullying him in secret. He keeps slipping out through the windows and coming home an hour later covered in bruises. We were hoping to place him in a home where we can trust he'll be closely supervised, and the Pirakells are always the first to come to mind."

Of course they are. It's who they are. It's what they do. Milo stares at his toes, his heart plummeting towards the floor, even as the Narrator lets out a soft, breathy sigh above him. It's relief and amusement and gratitude all rolled into one, though nobody acknowledges it and the Narrator says nothing else. Miah glances uncertainly at Milo, then carefully speaks on behalf of them both.

"Clarissa… is this kid charmed? Is that why you're here to visit us in person?"

Charmed.

Silence.

"Well, yes."

Help…

"Didn't…" Milo fiddles for a moment with his wedding ring. "Um, didn't we put in our file that we might not be a good fit for charmed children right now?"

Clarissa rocks back and forth in subtle hesitation. Her long fingernails, painted turquoise, tighten in the ruffles of her black skirt. We did, Milo reflects, but says nothing as Clarissa drops her gaze to the file in her lap again.

"I saw you made that request, but… we're still facing a shortage of families, especially with the holidays. He's really struggling to get along at the group home. The staff suspects he and one of the other boys got in a fight just yesterday. If you reject the placement then I'll understand, but I at least wanted to meet with you in person so we could discuss any questions openly and face to face. His status is a little odd."

Help, help…

Miah slips her hand in Milo's then, tightening her fingers around his own. And he's grounded for a moment, firmly planted on the soft gray couch. No one's wailing for him. There are no invisible children on the floor.

There are lots of things he should probably ask. If the kid has siblings who have also been pulled into foster care. If any extended family members are known. If the kid will be transferring schools. If there are special food needs to keep in mind. If he has any appointments with doctors, dentists, sports teams, or music recitals just around the corner. If he likes to walk. Milo does a lot of walking, though Miah prefers long drives along the coast. What's the child's cultural background? Did he have a nice holiday? Are there parental visitations planned? If he and Miah say yes, will the child arrive tonight, and if so, has he had a chaotic morning? All these questions are things he can, and should, probably ask first.

But he doesn't.

Because his heart is pounding and his fingers look like dancing worms.

"Well…" Milo draws in a long, careful breath. He slowly releases it again, lowering his chin to his chest along with it. It does help him focus, but it doesn't calm the rapid kicking in his heart. "Okay, then. If he's charmed, what, uh, range of powers does he have? L-let's put that in the open first, before we talk about anything else."

There. He feels guilty just for saying it. He can feel the Narrator's wispy silence like the breath of a ghost above his head. It makes the hairs behind his neck stand on end. Milo bites his lip, squeezing Miah's hand, and she squeezes back in gentle reassurance. Maybe it's not an unfair question. Even though it nibbles at his skin.

But it's important. It might make a difference. He can't do invisibility again. He can't.

The lines around Clarissa's eyes crinkle with relief. She pulls her briefcase on her lap and clicks it open. Idly, Milo glances at the numbers on the combination when she tilts back the lid. Then he hates himself. Clarissa picks up a manila file folder and passes it over to Miah. "Yes, we've been looking into that… He's been staying in the group home over the holidays. So many families are out of town right now. I promise, I wouldn't come to you about this if I felt there was anything extreme in his file. He only has two powers that we know of. His skin will rapidly repair any open wound… and he can fly."

[ Cnt'd on FFN / AO3 - Links at top ]

#WordGirl #Kid Math #Factor It In #Satirical vocab alien child show #Grammar queen #Arithmetic Lad #ridwriting #apparently art #Exposition Guy #LexiHexa duo #Finally 2018 me will be at peace #fic announcement

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runthepockets · 7 months

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I kinda hate people framing transmasculinity as....idk. Those virgin vs chad memes where the cis dude is the skinny little guy who's got reserves about listening to girly pop music, while the trans guy is the big buff dude going "I have Brittney Spear's name tattooed across my chest AND I'm wearing women's panties cus I'm just SO NATURALLY confident in my HARD EARNED MASCULINITY" like I'm sorry but the fact that I had to jump through so many hoops to be who I am has left me with a lot of scarring. I'm not going to lie to you. Being trans is hard fucking work. I know nobody wants to hear it cus men are supposed to be the "easier" gender and being queer is supposed to be the "fun" and superior alternative to tradition, but I do have a lot of hangups. I'm sensitive to certain words and phrases. Miseducation of Lauryn Hill is widely recognized as a classic, one that I've talked to numerous black men about both irl and online, and I still have reserves about owning it because it's so "girly". I'm more likely to burn a dress than wear it. I have a lot more sympathy for men of all backgrounds now that I pass as one pretty regularly, and feel myself relating less and less to people that don't. I regularly wish my dick was bigger. I still find myself wishing I was more handsome, that I had bigger muscles, that my voice was deeper, that I was a couple inches taller. I have a head like a goddamn disco ball and sometimes get too bent out of shape over things that seem really small to most. Sometimes I have to get really drunk or high before I really let myself feel my feelings rather than compulsively intellectualize them. And even though I would never hold another man to the same standards I hold myself to, I still find myself incapable of crossing certain lines. I wish I could live in that perfect world where all my problems got solved just cus I changed my pronouns and started hormones, but I don't.

That said: I don't think I'd trade it for the world. I love being a man. I love that my anxieties and hangups are more congruent to that of the average joe than anyone else. I love when other men trust me enough to ask me for help. I love that women feel anxious about my silence during our shared time together, and when they finally get me to open up I admit "I was just thinking about whether or not a chimpanzee with a broadsword would win or lose against a snowmonkey with a katana" and feeling the tensity in the air fade and feeling her posture relax when she realizes I'm just another well meaning doofus. I love that my working class masculinity lends to me being more bold and ambitious and outspoken and innovative than that of your typical Wall Street dirtbag or even your average 9-5 middle class faux-intellectual. I love the way little black boys wave at me in public, just instinctively knowing I'm no different than their brothers and fathers. I love that an episode of a prime time family sitcom had an older black woman sitting down with a younger black man and telling him "Working here at Abbott as a young Black man, you are in a unique position. You are also at a crossroads; your students can either fear you or they can respect you. Can’t have both." and I immediately understood and adapted the mindset into my daily life.

Being trans to me isn't so much about having it easier, it's about still having issues-- sometimes even more than before-- but having the energy, courage, foresight, and resources to be able to deal with them this time around. Life is all ups and downs, never all of one or the other, and how committed you are personally to the entire ordeal is entirely up to you.

#gender diaries

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japandreamscapes · 4 months

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Gimme Shelter! #japan #ig_japan #japandreamscapes #日本 #写真好きな人と繋がりたい #写真 #ファインダー越しの私の世界 #旅行 #旅 #travel #travelphotography #photographer #photooftheday #wildlife #wildlifephotography #snowmonkey #snowmonkeys #野生 #野生動物 #ニホンザル #長野 #nagano

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lumiapina · 11 months

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Hey just wanted to pop in and send an ask to tell you that I like your url. It reminds me of a filipino eggroll called Lumpia. Very cute!

oh hi! it's actually finnish for snowmonkey that is obviously nothing but i used to have it as my username back in the days. now i gotta check out these egg rolls, sounds good

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eucanthos · 2 years

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