Jukni Na Tohle Jestli Tam Najdeš Ten Svůj.

Právě jsem viděla titulek na seznamu že "něco má říz".

V rámci obrození navrhuji nahradit anglického vetřelce *odplivne si a zachrchlá* "rizz" tímto českým klenotem

Nikdo: nic

Svatý Petr:

"motivace"

Curly haired babes enthusiasts (a.k.a., Dívka na koštěti fans) rise up

A dost! Padej do lesbickýho tunelu 👉

Need to take note of this.

The Boiling Isles Map

I think this is the most detailed overview we've gotten of the Titan so far.

So I decided to try and make a quick map of a few points of interest.

We've got Bonesborough on the right Forearm,

Latissa roughly in the Armpit,

and The Emperor's Castle around where the Titan's Heart should be.

The Knee is a location itself,

and we know that St. Epiderm is close to the Knee.

There are a few more locations we could try to pinpoint, but I think this should be enough for now.

sousedovy potvůrky

neighbours creatures

The most popular browsers in different countries in 2012 and 2022.

by @theworldmaps_

When I think of solar punk, I think of my grandparents. I think there are many approaches and solutions to solar punk depending on where you live, the climate, rural or urban, land availability, budget and so on.

But for me, I remember my grandparents and I think it is crucial to gather the knowledge of our elders and let it feed into the new we create. Both were farmers and extremely resourceful. Long before my mother was born, and while our country was still under British rule, they had tried to live in the city as labourers. It was the modern thing to do in a colony, leave what was called the primitive life of huts, farming, animal herding and hunting behind and instead contributing to the colonial project. It goes without saying that this project was extremely racist that they were destined to be labourers for the rest of their lives. They both hated it.

In the city, my grandfather had done several manual jobs including working in an industrial bakery and working in a sausage factory, which lead to him never eating sausage again. My grandmother worked as a cook and housemaid for an Indian family (above Africans in the colonial construct) and found it demeaning. She had two miscarriages during this time.

It was then that they decided to turn their backs on the city and return to the village. For many this would have symbolized a step back, a step away from civilization, and it also meant a lot more hard work. But instead of living in a crowded, dirty slum (Africans were not permitted to live outside these slums), they got to build their own homes in an ancient tradition. Instead of breaking their backs for a demeaning overseer and paid pennies, they got to do whatever they wanted with the fruit of their labour. My grandfather immediately set up gardens which he cultivated with vegetables for sale back in the city. My grandmother followed suit and always made sure to make some money of her own. It was after this return that my mother was born.

The work was hard, but not any more or less than it would have been back in the city. In the village they were their own lords and weren‘t dependent on anyone else but themselves. It‘s where they were human and among those who saw them as such.

I think about this a lot and I think about how I could perhaps improve on their project. Find a way to build on what they left us. This is where I would love to continue, adding solar punk to the mix. Some people hate rural Africa, want to hide it and I get why, it‘s not nice to be reduced to it. But I love it, I see it as a chance, as something that can be cultivated and grown.

I’m going through an artblock rn. So here is a product from my last burst of inspiration.

Got inspired listening to phonk. This is the vision.