golden heart, fuzzy brain

so take me back to the place where it all began,

I have not posted this one here? How have I not posted this one here, yet? I posted it during inktober last year on instagram but shamefully not here, it seems. Ah, well... it fits pride month. Hooray to all you bisexuals (and aces, because we know how Kal is...) out there! Sandra has something for you, too!

Young, handsome people on a daring mission. Will they find their way through a besieged city and a dark strange world (and into each other‘s heart)?

We lovingly refer to October 10th as „Shakadolin Day,“ as it’s the six-year anniversary of Brandon tweeting „I could see a world where Shallan and Adolin would go for it, but Kaladin is as prudish as I am, so I doubt you’d persuade him. 🙂 For now, we’ll have to leave that to the imaginations of the fanfic writers.“ 

Prompting many to ask „Wait, is this confirmation that Adolin is Bi?,“ „So Kaladin’s obstacle is his prudishness, not his orientation?,“ and „What do you mean ‚for now‘???“

And in Sandra’s series being prudish is just a challenge not an obstacle 😉

Cheers to all of you! And extra cheers as always to the amazing @priscellie who created the beautiful cover mock up with my illustration 🩷🩷🩷 ID by the wonderful @cosmereplay with additions by me

I was about to make a post about how that’s funny and how, y’know people can have our lemons, it’s not a big deal because the tree pumps them out like gangbusters, but I really can’t make that post without thinking of… them…

The works of the roots of the vines, of the trees, must be destroyed to keep up the price, and this is the saddest, bitterest thing of all. Carloads of oranges dumped on the ground. The people came for miles to take the fruit, but this could not be. How would they buy oranges at twenty cents a dozen if they could drive out and pick them up? And men with hoses squirt kerosene on the oranges, and they are angry at the crime, angry at the people who have come to take the fruit. A million people hungry, needing the fruit- and kerosene sprayed over the golden mountains. And the smell of rot fills the country.

Burn coffee for fuel in the ships. Burn corn to keep warm, it makes a hot fire. Dump potatoes in the rivers and place guards along the banks to keep the hungry people from fishing them out. Slaughter the pigs and bury them, and let the putrescence drip down into the earth.

There is a crime here that goes beyond denunciation. There is a sorrow here that weeping cannot symbolize. There is a failure here that topples all our success. The fertile earth, the straight tree rows, the sturdy trunks, and the ripe fruit. And children dying of pellagra must die because a profit cannot be taken from an orange. And coroners must fill in the certificate- died of malnutrition- because the food must rot, must be forced to rot. The people come with nets to fish for potatoes in the river, and the guards hold them back; they come in rattling cars to get the dumped oranges, but the kerosene is sprayed. And they stand still and watch the potatoes float by, listen to the screaming pigs being killed in a ditch and covered with quick-lime, watch the mountains of oranges slop down to a putrefying ooze; and in the eyes of the people there is the failure; and in the eyes of the hungry there is a growing wrath. In the souls of the people the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy, growing heavy for the vintage.

- John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath

#CAT ART *Tulip kitten* 🌷🐈‍⬛🌷

All kinds of spring Herbs and Grasses - Paula von Goeschen-Rösler , 1917.

German , 1875-1941

Look, Eden gave me a tattoo. The COI made me burn it off. I didn't choose either of them. I still get a scar.

May I present the best apple: