#for the future

[kirayameestuff]

I PROMISE! ONCE THE WAR IS OVERRRR

[ginblanco-77stuff]

Rick: Thank you.

Michonne: For what?

Rick: For everything you've done. For everything you're doing. For you.

[moldymeat33]

hello im practicing

[mymymiles]

red white royal blue, i'm sorry for ever doubting you.

[where-is-tubbo]

incase you dont follow the account on twt, me (the admin) has gotten dumped today, and im very much not in the right space to be making these new posts. todays post will be the last new one for awhile. however, i will try and schedule older posts from twt to post here while i am trying to heal <3

[humblemooncat]

I've decided that all of Florian's retainers are going to be undercover pixies he's good friends with.

From left to right, we have:

Sul Sigun ("Sunflower") Eo Gyuf ("Stars' gift") Il Tyr ("Warrior of Rainbows") An Uin ("Dream of Happiness/Sweet Dream") Ys Thon ("Ice Thorn") Ose Iala ("Voice of the Seasons")

We've also finally got his 'Bo, who has been lovingly named Eo Lad ("Traveler of the Stars")

All names were created using this pixie names guide, and the translations are what I meant to go for for each name. <3

[vm-voidmaster]

not the birds

[risingphoenix87]

Op-ed: Farming With ‘Unrelenting Hope’ in the Age of Climate Change

In California’s Central Valley, Nikiko Masumoto reckons with the future of growing in an increasingly hot world.

Sitting with grief and reimagining it as an expression of love, I ask: What can I do now? What if I have no right to give up? What if a cold day in winter is the perfect time to re-commit to dreams of ripe stone fruit? What if the act of recommitting is the most important act of a farmer in the 21st century? When the joy of sweet, juicy peaches is very far away, that is my most sacred Earth Day, when the fruits of my labor are far in the distant horizon and the obstacles are plentiful. One of my all-time favorite poems is by Li-Young Lee. It’s called “From Blossoms” and beautifully describes the moment of biting into a lush and succulent peach. Lee writes, “O, to take what we love inside, to carry within us an orchard.” What a profound way to think about the moment of a bite—the mouth becomes a portal of welcoming the outer living world so that we may literally be nourished and then carry the very place, inside ourselves, where the food is grown.