#white handed gibbon

[citrine-elephant]

just thinking about the way they flop and sit

[snototter]

A white handed gibbon or lar gibbon (Hylobates lar) in Khao Yai National Park, Thailand

by Jono Dashper

[photographe-a-roulettes]

Gibbon à Mains Blanches - Il est très territorial et défend son territoire de manière virulente grâce à ses cris et ses chants, qui ont lieu plutôt à l'aube. Parfois, ils se réunissent à plusieurs et chantent chacun leur tour. On ne connaît pas encore bien la signification de ces chants.

Lieu : Zoo de Lille

[pleistocene-pride]

The lar gibbon also known as the white handed gibbon is an endangered primate in the gibbon family, Hylobatidae which is native throughout Indonesia, Laos, Malaysia, China, Myanmar, Burma, Thailand, and Northern Sumatra. They sport the largest contiguous range of any gibbon species and typically inhabit lowland and submontane rainforest, mixed deciduous bamboo forest, and seasonal evergreen forest.They are a diurnal, arboreal, and social species which lives in familial groups comprised of a mated pair or polyandrous group and there young offspring which often communicate via there loud & distinctive calls. The diet is comprised mostly of fruit, leaves, flowers, vines, insects, and eggs. Lar gibbons are themselves eaten by tigers, clouded leopards, marbled cats, crested serpent eagles, and reticulated pythons. Both sexes reach around 16 – 24in (41 -61cms) in head to body length and 8-17lbs (3.6 -7.7kg) in weight. As gibbons they are true brachiators, propelling themselves through the forest by swinging under the branches using their arms. Reflecting this mode of locomotion, the lar gibbon has curved fingers, elongated hands, extremely long arms and relatively short legs. The fur of this animal can vary from dark brown to ginger, tan, or cream in coloration. Its face is black, with a distinct white ring of hair around it. Its hands and feet are also white. Mating may occur year round but typically peaks during the dry season around March, after a 6-7 month pregnancy a mother lar gibbon will give birth to a single baby. For the first 4 to 6 months of its life, the infant is nursed and carried around by its mother. She then carries it around less and less, and it begins eating solid food, before becoming fully weaned by 2 years old. After weaning it is primarily cared for by its older siblings, and after 3 years it in turn starts caring for its younger siblings as well. Lar gibbons reach sexual maturity between 6 to 9 years of age at which point they leave there familial group in search of mates. Under ideal conditions a lar gibbon may live upwards of 25 years.

[leggeteconme]

A beautiful gibbon from our trip to the zoo!! She(?) and I stared at each other for the longest time, and she was trying to communicate by tapping on the glass, and I felt really bad that the glass was so thick I couldn’t feel or return the vibrations… but there was still something incredibly special about sitting there looking into her eyes for so long, and after awhile she briefly left and came back with baby!! Highlight of my year honestly <333

[aryshacore]

just gibbing

[whats-in-a-sentence]

Gibbons generally live in family groups consisting of a paired male and female and their offspring. Siamang heterosexual pairs may be more closely bonded then those of White-handed Gibbons.

"Biological Exuberance: Animal Homosexuality and Natural Diversity" - Bruce Bagemihl

[tenth-sentence]

Nonreproductive sexual behaviors such as oral sex are also commonly performed in nonincestuous contexts, e.g., between a pair-bonded male and female.

"Biological Exuberance: Animal Homosexuality and Natural Diversity" - Bruce Bagemihl

[oh-dear-so-queer]

Male Gibbon sexual life is probably sequentially bisexual, characterized by alternating periods of heterosexual and homosexual activity, with occasional long-term exclusive homosexuality.

"Biological Exuberance: Animal Homosexuality and Natural Diversity" - Bruce Bagemihl

[vintagewildlife]

White-handed gibbons By: Camilla "Ylla" Koffler From: Living Mammals of the World 1969

[bumblebeeappletree]

In South Sumatra, conservationist Pungky Nanda Pratama is dedicating his life to conserving what is left of Sumatra’s rainforest.

He is thrilled to hear the call of the rare white-handed gibbon, a species that mates for life, which he describes as “super romantic”.

To show how many endangered species live in this rainforest, Pungky and some friends set up a camera trap project to photograph passing animals. Their footage includes the Sumatran Clouded Leopard, Sun Bears, and Asian Golden Cats.

Indonesia’s iconic wildlife relies on the health of these tropical rainforests.

The area where he is walking is supposed to be protected but already there are signs of open canopy due to illegal clearing, probably for coffee plantations. Palm oil and rubber is also grown in this region.

Pungky is working with local government agencies to collect protected flora from cleared land. Head of conservation for Region I, Martialis Puspito Khristy Maharsi of the Natural Resources Conservation Centre (BKSDA), says extinction is a real threat for some species.

Another threat is poaching for the flora and fauna itself.

Rescued plants are transferred to a large, purpose-built greenhouse. Here it is rehabilitated and propagated. There are about 5,000 specimens here, including hoyas, orchids, aroids, nepenthes and ferns. There are also ant plants (Myrmecodia tuberosa), which have a symbiotic relationship with ants: they provide habitat for ants to nest in their bulbous roots and receive protection from the ants who attack predatory insects.

Orchids such as the critically endangered primrose-yellow slipper orchid are often poached by orchid hunters, despite being protected by law internationally. By propagating through tissue culture, the team hopes to reduce pressure on the plant and return them to the wild.

The urge to collect exotic plants has fed this illegal trade in rare plants.

To help empower local communities on the front line of habitat loss, he works in schools to teach children about the plants and animals living in nearby rainforests. He teaches in 9 schools, some a six-hour walk from the nearest road. He says conservation is not a one- or two-year plan, but a lifetime plan to get communities involved and help find other ways to support their families.

He hopes that people will come to understand that humans depend on nature more than nature depends on us.

Featured Species:

White-handed gibbon (Hybolates lar)

Mitered leaf monkey (Presbytis melalophos)

Featured Plants:

Bulbophyllum sp.

Ant plant (Myrmecodia tuberosa)

Swain’s Coelogyne (Coelogyne swaniana)

Primrose-yellow slipper orchid (Paphiopedilum primulinum)

[photographe-a-roulettes]

Gibbon à mains blanches - Il forme un couple monogame et reste fidèle à son partenaire à vie. Il peut avoir un petit tous les deux à trois ans, qui naît après environ 7 mois de gestation.

Lieu : Selwo Aventura, Espagne

[why-animals-do-the-thing]

Mei and her daughter Joon, both Lar gibbons (also known as white-handed gibbons) at the Oakland zoo.

There are two of my favorite photos I've ever taken, because of the sheer luck in getting them. They were easily twenty feet up in the foliage of this tree, and Joon was happily rampaging across the habitat treetops as only a baby gibbon can do. So I picked a spot where I had a clear shot, set my autofocus to follow her, and set the shutter to burst every time I thought I got a glimpse of a blonde blur.

And then I checked my camera roll and found these two shots. I was stunned.

Joon was born on May 31st, 2023, so she's just a little under a year old in my photos.

[erosology]

There’s just something so attractive about listening to someone talk about a topic that they’re knowledgeable in, and history professor John Price is as dangerously handsome as they come

❀ cw/tw: AFAB reader (femme anatomy, femme pet names), Professor!John Price, age gap, barely proofread, corruption kink, Price masturbates to the thought of Reader teehee

History is normally such a monotonous subject, all just memorization of dates and events that have the same general plot but different casting. But Professor John Price has a way of capturing attention. And no, it has nothing to do with just how devastatingly good he looks with a pair of thin-wire glasses on the bridge of his nose, cerulean eyes peeking over the frames as his muscular motions to the board full of dates behind him. Nor does it have anything to do with his penchant for wearing white button up shirts that are always just a little on the small side, fabric stretching across a broad chest and a few dark hairs poking up from the unbuttoned collar; slacks that hug his thighs in a way that leave very little to the imagination. And it has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that he has a mesmerizing voice—strong, easily carries over the lecture hall and captures the attention of even the most disinterested student, smoky like the cigars you can sometimes smell on your papers after he’s handed them back to you with a neat red A in the corner.

Okay, so maybe all of that contributes a little to your newly found passion for history.

Price’s class is one of the more popular ones on campus for a reason, after all, and everyone is interested in the enigmatic professor. His ring finger is always bare, and though that doesn’t necessarily mean he’s single by any means, most take that as a green light to send some flirtatious looks and remarks his way after class in an attempt to get a better grade. His love of military and war history is apparent with just how deep his knowledge goes in those particular parts of the subject, and especially with the socioeconomic effects of whatever war is the current topic.

“Truth is the first casualty of war, after all,” he said one day during a lecture that made you think there’s so much more to his love of military history than a degree and paycheck.

Which is exactly how you end up hanging around his desk one day after class, leaning on the wood, eyes never leaving his face as he continues on talking about the ripple effect that had to line up perfectly to kick off the events of the first World War. You aren’t dumb, you’re a straight-A student after all, and even worse is that Professor Price knows you aren’t dumb, but if he keeps getting the perfect view of your innocent face gazing up at him as if he’s reciting Edward Gibbon’s The History of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire from memory then he’ll treat you as the dumb little bimbo you’re trying to desperately to play.

It takes every bit of self-control to keep his large, experienced hands to himself, no matter how much your eyes scream “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” because you play the role too fucking well. Elbows pushed together so the low cut t-shirt you’ve conveniently decided to wear today barely covers the swell of your breasts; cardigan hanging loosely around your shoulders, and Price has to fight the urge to pull the sides up to properly cover you; skirt swaying around your legs so temptingly; mary jane high heels bringing showing off your calves in a way that makes Price want to kiss them as he throws your legs over his broad shoulders; glossy lips wrapped around your pen as you nod along to his words, eyes so big and sweet lined with the perfect amount of eyeliner and framed with mascara. You’re sin and temptation wrapped up in a heart-wrenchingly gorgeous package, complete with a bow atop your head. He wants to corrupt you, wants to see how pretty you look with your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he splits you open on his cock, wants to feel how soft and plush your thighs are as he bounces you on his lap, needs to see you covered in his marks and begging for more. Fucking god, he needs you so cock-drunk and hungry off of him that no one else can satiate your appetite. You wouldn’t even be tempted by anyone else. He could take care of you, fulfill all of your needs. A pretty little thing like you deserves to be bed and wed and spoiled rotten so the only muscles you’d be moving is your—

Your cellphone ringing brings both of you back to reality, and it dawns on you on close your bodies are, as if discussing the political history of war is fucking foreplay for you two. It might as well be with how Price is looking at you with hungry eyes, pupils blown so wide that there’s only a cerulean ring around blackholes, tongue flicking out at his lip and his chest inflating as he takes in a calming breath.

“Right then, on you go,” he all but out right growls as you pull your phone out of your pocket. “We’ll see you in class tomorrow.”

“But, sir—” (he tries his best to ignore the way his neglected cock throbs at the title) “I don’t have your class again until Thursday.”

“I’m aware.”

Later that night, his hand and the thought of those fucking tempting eyes of your gazing up at him can’t even get him off, no matter how tightly he fists his cock, how much he moans your name, how desperately he moves his hand up and down himself. It’s not enough. He needs you, even if his attraction to you is morally questionable at best.

[lauralot89]

I read The Black Vampyre by Uriah Derick D'Arcy* and uh. That was a thing.

I want to like this. It's an anti-capitalist, anti-slavery story from 1819, and who doesn't love that? Except it legitimately reads like the ravings of a maniac. I mean, maybe I'm just tired, but it's not a good sign when I'm ten pages in and have to check Wikipedia to verify what the fuck is going on.

Speaking of Wikipedia, I had to get a paperback copy of this book because I couldn't find it anywhere online in its entirety. In my copy, the narrative itself ends on page 90, but the book carries on until page 111, and part of this is because whoever complied this straight up put the entire Wikipedia article at the back of the book. What is happening.

Okay so. I'm going to try to sum this up without sounding insane.

We're told in the first sentence that some guy named Anthony Gibbons is mixed race and that this is his family ancestry:

Once upon a time, there's a terrible person appropriately named Mr. Personne who owns a plantation in St. Domingo. One day he decides to drown a small enslaved boy, except the boy then is resurrected by the moonlight and comes back. Further attempts to drown him fail, so Mr. Personne orders a pyre to be built so he can throw the boy onto it. Except the boy just shoves Mr. Personne into the fire instead.

Mr. Personne is rescued but lies dying of his wounds and asks to see his wife and infant son. His wife appears but tells him that she went to check on their son and found nothing but his hair, skin, and nails. Like a deflated balloon I guess. Mr. Personne dies.

Some years later, Mrs. Personne has been married twice more, but both of those husbands died too, as did any children from her marriages. So she's chilling on her property when all of sudden this super hot Black prince shows up accompanied by his white pageboy, Zembo. The prince professes his love to Mrs. Personne and they get married that evening.

Then, after they've consummated the marriage, the prince makes Mrs. Personne and Zembo go outside to where all her dead husbands and kids are buried, and digs up her most recently deceased son. Said son is completely without decay, and the prince forces Mrs. Personne to drink his blood.

Mrs. Personne passes out from this and wakes up to find that she is a VAMPYRE! (it's written like that, caps and exclamation points and all). And also Mr. Personne has been resurrected and is a VAMPYRE too. But then her next two husbands are also resurrected and demand a duel to the death for her hand, but the prince just stakes both of them. The prince then reveals that he was the boy Mr. Personne tried to drown, and also that Zembo is actually the Personnes' son but now a vampire. Even though Zembo has hair, skin, and nails, which was all that was left of their baby, so I don't understand how the vampyre was able to take him while leaving behind his hair, skin, and nails, but whatever. My head hurts.

The prince tells them that there will be a ship waiting to take them to Europe that night, but instead of getting on the ship, Zembo takes them to a cave where a bunch of vampyres, including the prince, and also a bunch of Black people, are having a meeting about ending slavery? And for no good reason, the vampyre prince tells everyone in attendance how to kill a vampire? And also holds up a bottle that contains a cure for vampirism?

But then it turns out Zembo knew this meeting was taking place and alerted the military somehow, who show up and kill all the vampyres but not all of the Black people because the Black people leave while the military is busy with the vampyres. And then Zembo and his parents all take the vampyre cure and they change Zembo's name to Barabbas and they all live happily ever after except that Mrs. Personne got pregnant from her wedding night with the vampyre prince and has a mixed race baby.

That baby is the ancestor of Anthony Gibbons, who was mentioned at the very beginning of the story. So you may think now, we're going to get to hear about Anthony Gibbons and what his deal is. Well, his deal is that sometimes he has issues with his bowels, and thinks it might be due to his vampire ancestry. And that's the last we ever hear of him.

Then we get a letter from Uriah Derick D'Arcy saying that capitalists are the real vampires, such as bank directors, people who commit financial crimes but can get out of jail due to being rich, and also people who claim that Lord Byron wrote the 1819 story "The Vampyre." And D'Arcy. D'Arcy's a vampire too.

Then we get this random letter sent to a publishing house about how two brothers named Launcelot and Solomon are collaborating in publishing now, and how great that is, and how D'Arcy has written a poem for their consideration.

The poem is about how capitalists are the real vampires, such as bank directors, people who commit financial crimes but can get out of jail due to being rich, and also people who claim that Lord Byron wrote the 1819 story "The Vampyre." And D'Arcy. D'Arcy's a vampire too. Yes, it's literally exactly what we were already told but in poem form.

And then lastly we're told that there's a pug that's bothering the publishing house and the pug is wearing a collar that says Uriah Derick D'Arcy. And that's it. The end.

Also for some reason, every time a proper noun was introduced for the first time, it was written in all caps. And there were so many exclamation points. So so many exclamation points. I feel like Elaine's boss from that episode of Seinfeld in that I too hate exclamation points.

*Uriah Derick D'Arcy is a pseudonym, and apparently there is some debate as to whether the true author is Robert C. Sands or Richard Varick Dey. I honestly thought for half a second that the real writer was Polidori, because of the weird repeated mention of "The Vampyre" being attributed to Byron and also due to both using the phrase "TO GLUT THE THIRST OF A VAMPYRE" and both beginning with the same excerpt from a poem by Byron. But no, Polidori's writing is awful and here the writing itself was fine on a technical level. Just the narrative was incoherent madness.

[urautismdiagnosis-wistie]

OIL RIG NPCS

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Ok so I was designing my lil background characters and 🥺🥺🥺I LOVE SILLY LIL HENCHMEN THAT ARE SO STUPID AND ADORABLE BUT STILL DO BAD THINGS

They're just FELLAS??? Anyways I wanted to share em 🥺↕️ I'm gonna make em so silly in the background lol, anyways more about them under the cut

Listen they do not even matter plot wise BUT they all have their own little personalities to ME so here we go top to bottom and left to right order 🗣🗣🗣

Gary the black and white rabbit: he hears stuff. Little noises, little voices- stuff no one else can 9-9 hes cool when he doesn't have explosives on hand. He doesn't wanna be there, he was just sorta taken. Thats kinda the story of his life. Now Gary is living the dream (nightmare) and can draw and write his poems at least

Darren the weasel: yeah he's a klepto. Used to be an addict but he got clean after joining the clan. Now he's just an overconfident adrenaline junkie and Redbull drinker. Don't feel too bad for him tho he still does bad things to people. He does dream of true love though.

Petunia the galapagos penguin: she was kinda forced into working here but she's decided she doesn't care actually.

Apaay the wolverine: yeah she's a lil awkward, but also a total unit. A pretty decent fighter but very polite to anyone including people she has to fight. She was raised in this clan under the new leader so she doesn't know how it used to be.

Old Man Griff, he's a gibbon monkey: he was here before the new leader was, very quiet silent type. Hes got opinions but you best belive he won't share em. Alot of people are wary of him or just see him as a cranky middle aged man.

Emmay, the emperor tamarin: she frcking loves being a chaotic lil fighter using her feet and and tail and everything with flips and sht. No notes chaotic tiny gremlin queen 🗣

Jeremy Jr the coati: yeah jayjay is pretty quiet, an absolutely great artist, but very much an introvert. They mostly just take care of transportation work and the like. Their family has been in piracy for generations

Layla the rhea: pretty good fighter, rather shy though. She doesn't usually know what's going on but she's always been a pretty decent guard and feels like maybe she finally found a place where she belongs and can be happy