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Ever-wet and seasonally dry tropical forests in Southeast Asia and New Guinea have been inhabited by people for as long as 40,000 to 50,000 y. There is the evidence for mixed occupancy and land-use patterns by Indigenous peoples engaged in hunting-gathering and horticulture including swidden (shifting or rotational) cultivation, potentially as early as the Pleistocene with more clear intensification in the mid- to late Holocene. Today, tens of millions of people still rely on swidden farming this region, particularly in the uplands, where fallows are often longer. Despite long being cultivated, these highland zones capture some of the most bio-, linguistically, and culturally diverse zones on earth . Nonetheless, swiddening is often framed as “incompatible with nature conservation” or having “significantly perturbed the pristine ecology of tropical forest”, leading to it being criminalized and vilified under top–down conservation approaches, including REDD+ (United Nations collaborative program on reducing emissions from deforestation and forest degradation in developing) schemes. Paleoecological and ethnographic research has, however, shown that varied fallow swidden systems may not only increase landscape-scale biodiversity and forest resilience to climate change, but positively contribute to supporting livelihoods and ecosystem service flows. Better consideration of the role of Indigenous highlanders in making, and perhaps even shaping, forest landscapes and their resilience parameters in conservation initiatives is critical and timely given the rapid land-use transitions in highland regions to intensified cropping, infrastructure development, and or people-free conservation sites.
Indigenous knowledge and the shackles of wilderness
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Sneak peak for Ch.2 of Slash and Burn!
I wanted to get this out a lot sooner but it’s tech week for the show I’m in rn so things are a bit crazy :/
Hopefully this weekend!
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sharksa-shivers · 11 months
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Slash and Burn dialog dump cuz yeah lol, i wannaaaaaaaaaaaaa
If i've already spoiled Sharksty, ima just spoil this too but yeah, Slash and Burn like each other lol... Sooooooooo yeah... Tho they both don't wanna be the first to admit it and thus are waiting on the other to admit it...They're that kinda couple lmaoooooo... ---------- (We see this random seal anthro man sit down outside on a park bench, taking off his backpack, sitting tiredly. We see him relax for a moment…Until-)
Seal guy:(thinking, to himself, him talking outloud)…Man, i'm getting hungry…
Slash:(we move the camera to see him there, grins deviously and scaring the absolute shit out of this seal man)Yeah, me too.
(We see Slash lunge at him, the seal man going into panic mode, thinking Slash is aiming for him but then we cut and see Slash stole his backpack instead, the seal man still in sheer fear from that as he watches Slash fucking take off quickly.)
Slash:(running, satisfied with his loot)Thanks for the free shit man!!!!! Ahahahahaha!!!!!!! Fuckin sucker!!!!!!!!
Seal man:(calming down after a moment, now being alone again, fearful still, to himself)…Fuck it, yeah, you can have that, fuck…Goddamnit…Least he didn't get my wallet…
(We see a shadowy cat figure on the ground behind the bench, pickpocketing him as he says this, it obviously being Burn and her sliding his wallet out and into her hands, slinking away silently with a smirk on her face…) ---------
(Slash basically stealing from a human and it's one of the times he doesn't feel like he needs to intimidate so he tones the assholery down some)
Human rando:(scared shitless, pinned against the wall by Slash who's sitting down, blocking the way and sifting through his backpack, shivering and terrified by the like 8'7 shark man who's stealing his shit and eating it, pleeding)Please for the love of God, don't eat me, please fucking God don't…
Slash:(shuffling through, stopping as he's eating a bag of walnuts the guy had in his bag, Slash just looks over, turns towards the guy, chill as fuck, shrugging as he's munching on walnuts)Why would i ever want to eat a human? Like honestly? Let's be honest, you're mostly all bones, not really alot of meat and ON TOP OF THAT…Do i really look like a murderer to you?
Human rando:(looking at his slashed up face that's covered up by his hood)………Kinda, yeah…
Slash:(groans)Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, nah!!!!! (smirking, chomping on the walnuts still)I'm just a simple thief trying to get by hehehehe…Sorry it happened to be you but i gotta get by somehow…Which speaking of-(picking up the bag, having had enough of scaring this guy)Think i'll be seeing ya. Thanks for the stuff!!! Hopefully there's more useful shit in here!!! (starts walking off, leaving the guy on his own) ------------------ (Random dialog shit but probably earlier on when they start liking each other. Idfk context except they probs playing here…)
Burn:(just smirks, tail flicking as she lets go of Slash's hoodie and lets him drop to the ground, standing above him)You're fucking stupid…I like that in a man…
Slash:(just smirking back)You're kind of a bitch…And i like that in a woman… -------------------------------- (Slash and Burn fluff shit cuz i need it, fuck you lol)
(We see it's storming pretty heavily and Slash and Burn are both stuck in a very small underground area due to the storm. They're both trying to stay warm and keep dry while stuck in this very very small area together…Since it's small, they're pretty compounded together…We see Slash kicking back(him obviously being far more chill and shit with the weather vs Burn who's very much not happy about the storm oof)…Slash is kind of in his own mind whenever we see something moving in his hoodie, getting his attention.)
Slash:(alarmed)What the fuck???
Burn:(the movement was her as she proceeds to worm her way into sharing his hoodie, popping her head out of the neckhole of the hoodie, smirking up at him)Hiya, how ya doin?
Slash:(kind of annoyed)Can you maybe not????
Burn:(annoyed too, tail swishing as she lays on Slash, obviously not fucking moving from his hoodie lmao)Can you stop the storm so i don't have to be freezing sopping wet anymore? No? Then uhhhh…I'm not going anywhere…
Slash:(annoyed as fuck but begrudgingly accepting Burn's not leaving)God, you are a fucking pest…
Burn:(annoyed too)Quit crying, you feel cold too, this has to be fucking better then freezing.
Slash:(questioning)?????? The weather feels fine to me????? (gives up)Whatever, fine, ugh…Just…Don't stretch out the hoodie okay? It's like the best one I've been able to find that actually fucking fits.
Burn:(amused as she nuzzles in, obviously she's comfortable now regardless of if Slash is or not)Yeah yeah, i got it. (sitting quite for a moment before speaking, grinning)You like this though don't you? Annoying or not, i can tell you fucking like this…
Slash:(blushing a bit, annoyed though but more annoyed now, wrapping his arms around her and putting his chin on her head, trying to keep her from seeing the blush)……..Shut up, goddamnit… -------------------------- (Earlier on shiz between them both lol)
Burn:(sits a moment as she processes what happened a few minutes prior with Slash (Basically him threatening to eat somebody) she just sits there anxious now, looking at Slash who just seems content with the shit they both just managed to steal, decides to ask) …….Were you serious? Like…Have you actually ever done that before? Eaten people?
Slash:(he just smirks and says nothing)…….
Burn:(scared kind of now)….IS THAT A YES OR A NO????
Slash:(amused)It's a "i say that to fuck with people and intimidate them into giving me their shit" and a "No i don't fucking want to murder anyone, jesus, what is wrong with you?"
Burn:(just stares, calming down)………Well fuck, it works i guess cuz you scared the shit out of me saying that…
Slash:(laughing)Good!!!! That's the whole fucking point!!!!!!! ------------------------------ (Dirty joke lmao...Also yeahhhh, Slash is like this lmaooooooo)
Slash:(snickering)Nah, i don't eat people…(motions over at Burn who looks over blushing, laughing and loud)BUT I DO EAT PUSS-
Max:(cutting him off, looking at his phone)OKAY, THAT'S ENOUGH OF THIS SHIT!!!!!! Hey!!!! Look!!!!!! I tracked the thing we were looking for!!!!!!! ---------------------------
Slash:(sits a moment before smirking, joking)You know what else i could eat though????
Burn:(annoyed)How about my claws rippin your gillslits open?
Slash:(smirking)Ooooooo, kinky…~~ --------------------- (Early moment shit between em both)
Burn:(curious as she's getting to know Slash)So like…What's like…the craziest thing you've eaten?
Slash:(amused, glances over at her)Like…This week or like…?
Burn:(sits a moment, staring)……Yknow, i dunno if i want an answer to this question anymore…
Slash:(amused still as he empties his backpack)What? You think my answers gonna be a person or something? A corpse maybe? That what your afraid of?
Burn:(a bit anxious)I literally have no clue, i JUST met you like…what? 3, 4 days ago? And i can't fucking tell when your joking or not so????
Slash:(amused)Ahahahahah, see, that's the fun part though! You get to keep guessing, i just keep smiling and fucking with you…Like…Where'd the fun be if i didn't fuck around yknow?
Burn:(she just stares)…….
Slash:(he rolls his eyes, sighing but keeping the smirk)I've never hurt a person and i haven't defiled any corpses…That make ya feel better?
Burn:(raises an eyebrow, seemingly a bit of doubt in her eye)……….
Slash:(groans)Okay, okay………So MAYBEEEEEE i've stolen shit off of corpses…Maybe i've sold some shit i've found off sunken ships where people have died and are still resting, LIKE MAYBEEEEEEE i've done that, ALLEGEDLY…Don't drag my ass to prison for that shit i did like 6 years ago cuz i needed cash for clothes alright?
Burn:(staring)…I don't…Ok, you still didn't answer my first question… ----------------------------
(We see Kristy sitting outside with Slash who's smoking a cigarette)
Kristy:(questioning)Isn't it bad to smoke?
Slash:(lets out smoke, looking over, shrugs)I hear that but i dunno. Something something lung cancer? I've never been to a doctor so…
Kristy:(wide eyed)You've…NEVER BEEN to a doctor???
Slash:(nods)Yeah, that shits expensive, never had cash. See, things like that are…Luxuries that i don't have…BUT…(smirks)Cigarettes are luxuries i can get. And yknow, they help me not feel so stressed, they kill my appetite so i don't have to worry bout that kinda shit so i'm gonna keep doing it…(lets out more smoke)
Kristy:(questioning again)Does it…Actually help with that kinda stuff or…?
Slash:(looking over)I mean…I dunno bout other people but it helps me…Keeps me sane…Only so much of this kinda shit i can take. It's either the cigs and vapes orrrrrrrrr it's me fucking dying so…I got alot to be stressed about and hunger can drive a man fucking mad so i'll take whatever help i can fucking get…
Kristy:(thinking)…Do you ever think about quitting? I…You probably think i am annoying but like…It is bad for you to do that kinda stuff…
Slash:(sighs)I have, i know Burn hates me doing it too but like…I kinda need it so…Maybe if i had some damn stability of some sort i could quit but…I don't so…I dunno…Eh… --------------------- Lol, that's all for now (i adore these 2 lil trash goblins, i adoreeeeeeeee them...They really are cute together but also are just fun in general...) Also, with the last one, fun fact: Slash knows very very well about Burn's deathly awful fear of fire now so he'll do his best to smoke well well away from her and always makes sure to dunk the finshed up cigs in water so he's 100% sure they're out for Burn's paranoia's sake... He's a bit of a dumbass but Slash absolutely has a good heart at the end of the day, especially for Burn...
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sliceoflifeshepard · 11 months
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I have an idea of where to set Slash and Burn… but i dont know if i should, hear me out
Slash and Burn is Terraclaw but in the far future where its fallen and the name has changed from Terraclaw to Clawven
so hear me out, Terraclaw is ruined after the events of Terraclaw's duology, everything falls to pieces and within like, 100 years theres an entirely new set of people trying to take back the lands
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tenth-sentence · 2 years
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Lowland South New Guineans along Torres Strait practiced not the intensive agriculture of the New Guinea highlands but a slash-and-burn agriculture with heavy reliance on seafoods, hunting, and gathering.
"Guns, Germs and Steel: A Short History of Everybody for the Last 13,000 Years" - Jared Diamond
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iamtryingtobelieve · 4 months
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Madonna drinks coke
So you can too
Tastes real good
Not like a sweet poison should
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Planting Seeds of Kindness: Richard St. Barbe Baker's Legacy on World Kindness Day
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America's new Speaker of the House
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milolunde · 5 months
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Remember that time they confirmed Sonic has emotions and experiences burnout ?
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I do. I remember
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jealizmuch · 1 year
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gordon is celebrating the fact that warren isn’t a puddle of flesh slush once again
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karizipan · 10 months
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can anyojen hear me PLEASEEEEE
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st-hedge · 7 months
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For the lack of a character to get attached to (or lack of imagination) elden ring does become funnier when I remember I made the character into my Zelda and she’s just burning thru this place
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I just think these historical dead men as interpreted by a fictional, limited series television show adapted from a novel would understand Ao3 in a way I will never ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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flownwrong · 11 days
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Partners, Fraser. Partners.
3x01: Burning Down The House
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red-flagging · 7 months
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💛 seb/lewis :-)
(kiss fic prompts!)
a little epilogue to rabbits are chasing :)
Lewis's flight lands at 8:02PM, which means that by 7:31PM, Seb is parked outside the airport arrivals door, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel and scanning the sky for approaching planes.
It's quite silly, getting here so early, but it's not as if there's much left to do at home. There's roast vegetables waiting in the oven, the cauliflower steaks that he started marinating earlier this morning chilling in the fridge. Mina and Ellie are safely ensconced in their duck coop with the heater turned on for the night. The sheets on the guest bed are freshly washed.
The car parked behind him starts up. Its headlights illuminate Seb's cabin. For a moment, he catches a glimpse of himself, harried and too-bright, in the rearview mirror. He scrubs his hands down his face. Christ. Get it together, Sebastian. He is a full 39 years old. Far too old to be getting the same jitters that he did the first time he invited a girl over at age 17, agonizing about what album to have playing when they came back to his room. Lewis is far too old for Seb to be doing all this. Lewis might not even be gay.
His phone buzzes. Seb nearly jumps out of his seat.
Lewis
just landed
getting my luggage now
hows it so freaking cold here
The inside of the car is already fogging up. When he'd asked Lewis to send dates he could come visit and Lewis had said just so you know the next few months are kind of crazy for me, Seb had expected late fall, maybe the holidays. Not the middle of slush season, when all the roads up the mountain have a 50/50 chance of being so muddy that they're undriveable.
Sebastian
I'm outside, in the blue Infiniti :)
He glances back up at himself in the mirror. The scab from where a wood chip caught the corner of his eyebrow while he was sanding the new planter box is almost healed over. His hair looks as good as it's ever going to. If Lewis asks whether he's been using conditioner, he's fucked.
It shouldn't feel like this. Seb beat Lewis to Senna's record, and Lewis still laughed at all his jokes the next season. Lewis watched Seb DNF twice in five races and still said in the media pen that he was waiting for the day Seb would be back up on the podium with him. When they inevitably auction off Lewis's Le Mans racesuit, it'll have to be with Seb's snot all over the front of it, because Lewis let Seb sob all over him and then laughed as he wiped sweat off of Seb's cheek with the sleeve. After all that – the fact that he's about to be in Seb's house for the next week shouldn't make Seb feel like he's standing in front of Lewis naked, without even the promise of a fast car or a good competition to distract Lewis from looking right at him.
His phone buzzes again.
Lewis
outside i think
Seb peers through the windscreen. Lewis – or rather, the blurry figure lugging a giant suitcase behind him that he assumes is Lewis – waves at him from the sidewalk. Seb flashes his lights at him twice.
The back door opens and Lewis's head, along with a burst of cold night air, pops in. "Hey," he says, a little breathlessly. "I don't think this is going to fit in the back."
It does, eventually, but not without a fight that involves Seb having to climb into the trunk alongside Lewis's suitcase and physically wrestle it into place while Lewis shoves from behind. They're both out of breath by the time they finally climb back in the front and slam the doors shut.
"You know, there are beds at the farm," Seb points out. "You didn't have to pack your own."
Lewis shakes his head, tugging off his gloves. His coat collar is turned up around his neck. He's wearing an an ear warmer headband, held in place by two butterfly pins. Every other bit of uncovered skin is pink, even with the heat in the car up at full blast. Lewis shoves his fingers in front of the vents and sighs with relief, closing his eyes. "Ugh, thank God," he says. He sounds exhausted. "Listen, you're lucky I fit everything into one." It sounds far less like a joke than Seb would hope. The fact that the fondness in Seb's chest still manages to outweigh the exasperation is probably a sign that Seb's beyond salvation.
"Next time I'll bring a trailer so you can fit your bathtub and toilet, too," he says, reaching for the keys. The engine purrs to life as he flicks the lights back on, then leans forward to scrub the worst of the fog off the windscreen. The thermometer on the dash says it's still 3 degrees outside. They might still be able to make it back before the slush freezes over. "Okay," he says, sitting back down and twisting around to reach for his seatbelt. "Ready to go?"
Lewis doesn't say anything. When Seb looks over, he's staring out the front window, playing with one of his rings.
"Lewis?" Seb asks.
Lewis's head jerks around. "Hm?" he says. "Oh. Yeah." He doesn't move to put on his seatbelt.
Seb frowns. Kills the engine so he can properly turn in his seat. "Lewis," he says. "Is everything –"
Lewis leans across the console and kisses him.
It's barely half a second. Seb still hasn't moved by the time Lewis sits back down on his side of the car.
"Uh," Lewis says, after a second. He clears his throat. "Sorry. I just – Shit. Sorry. The whole way over, all I could think about was – I had to get it over with before I chickened out."
He's fiddling with his rings again, but his eyes stay fixed on Seb's. His jaw is set. He still looks half-ready to bolt through the door behind him, out into the night.
"Well, you don't have to make it sound like taking your medicine, Christ," Seb says hoarsely, and drags Lewis back across the console to kiss him properly.
Lewis's lips are still cold. When Seb opens his mouth, Lewis sighs, pressing in closer with a soft sound that makes Seb want to go twenty years back in time and kick himself for not figuring out how to make Lewis make that noise sooner. His hands settle on Seb's wrists, holding him in place. Seb slides his own hands up, cradling the back of Lewis's head, to return the favor.
When he finally pulls away just far enough to catch his breath, Lewis follows him, close enough that their noses bump. His eyes are wide. This close up, Seb can see the dark circles under them more clearly.
He closes his eyes. Lewis is still there when he opens them.
"How long have you been awake?" he asks.
Lewis blinks. "What," he says. "Are you talking about."
"Sleep deprivation," Seb says. His heart is pounding hard enough that he feels it in his throat. "People start to get delirious when they're tired enough –"
"I was awake for 24 hours and I didn't kiss you at the end," Lewis interrupts, his eyes sharp and bright. "I'm not making the same mistake twice."
Seb opens his mouth and nothing comes out. He tries again. Still nothing.
"Fuck," he says, closing his eyes. "Okay. Okay." He drags himself back upright and reaches for the keys. "We can – tomorrow. But we should – you need to shower. And sleep." Lewis's hand settles on his leg. Seb rests his own on top of it; after a second, he squeezes Lewis's fingers gently. Lewis flips his hand over and laces their fingers together.
"Yeah," Lewis says. His thumb traces over Seb's knuckles. "That – tomorrow sounds good."
The slush crackles under the tires when Seb starts to move. Ahead of them, the headlights carve a path through the darkness. Lewis's hand is a solid, steady weight against his leg. "Okay," Seb says, to himself, to both of them, to no one. Lewis hums softly from his side of the car. He squeezes Seb's knee gently.
Seb closes his eyes for a second. "Okay," he says quietly. "Yeah. Let's go home."
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myvinylplaylist · 4 months
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Alice Cooper: Hey Stoopid (1991)
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2017 European Vinyl Reissue
Music On Vinyl
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