#krutch

[krutch-0v0]

Little Ghost pixel portrait

[maydays-medbay]

hey hiya do you have. A ref for Krutch 👀

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I MEANT KARMA IN THE ASK, NOT KRUTCH LMFAOOO

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[key-cat]

Happiness is itself a kind of gratitude.

幸福というものは、すなわち一種の感謝の気持ちに外ならない。

Joseph Wood Krutch ジョゼフ・ウッド・クルーチ

[triangular-family]

Old triangular family portrait

[mirefireflies]

“the end is neverending.”

the end is where we begin — thousand foot krutch / that’s not how the story goes — daniel handler and nick urata (a series of unfortunate events) / undertow, ouroboros, and dancing with a stranger — natalia schäfer / a valediction: forbidden mourning — john donne / the end — mark strand / endings (n/a) — elly smallwood / afternoon in february — henry wadsworth longfellow / every thing on it — shel silverstein / road to hell (reprise) — hadestown

[spacecowboy-01]

So, I’ve realized I’ve yet to do one of these, so I am now.

I’m Tesla, Im 13, I’m an ace and lesbian, I go by she/her, and I’m from Keith Kogane’s domain. Yes. Texas. I like to draw from time to time, don’t do digital, (I suck at digital) and I love writing. I’m currently writing a book called the Elemental Storm, more about that later though..

I’m seriously addicted to Voltron: Legendary Defender but I also like MHA/BNHA, SAO, Naruto, ATLA/TLOK, and Pokémon.

I’m also in color guard and I play the oboe (tag yourself if you’re in either one there are so few of us) and I really like the bands Skillet, Fight The Fury, and STARSET, also TFK and No Resolve.

But yea I’m pretty chill, so feel free to post whatever you want and interact with me as you please, but yeah that’s basically it

[newyorkthegoldenage]

The sixth annual National Book Awards were presented at the Hotel Commodore on January 25, 1955. Three of the winners were (L to R) Joseph Wood Krutch, for The Measure of Man; William Faulkner, for A Fable; and Wallace Stevens, for The Collected Poems of Wallace Stevens.

Photo: John Rooney for the AP

[krutch-0v0]

Addisons and Spamton gifs and little music video

[evolutiononthebrain]

“Love me or hate me,”

To the watchers, it’s a game. A funny twist they had intended to put on the Life Games to make it more entertaining. Grian, their little ‘escapee’ and Scar, a bumbling fool who somehow had made Grian smitten, their narratives completely intertwined. RQYNEXSK - translated into some sort of alphabet a human brain can understand, not their true name - wasn’t all that impressed by Scar; not with his sunny personality and adoration of the scary feline creatures.

“the desert seems to say,”

But they supposed they had to give the puny half-vex half-human a little credit; after the first Life Game - 3rd Life, RQYNEXSK’s favorite season - the Watchers had come to the conclusion that they didn’t need to meddle with the two’s fates. They seemed perfectly twisted and knotted together on their own. How the man had managed to completely interwove their two strings together was a mystery even beyond the High Council.

“this is what I am,”

Before he had scampered off, Grian’s string - like all Watcher’s strings, kept hidden and privately, heavily guarded - was completely singular. It was straight and red; some dots of color poked through, blue and white staining the younger years of the thread, thin canary yellow - and other colors, like a bright lime green and a darker blue, but canary yellow seemed the most prominent - lines running through the thick of the string. And when he joined the Watchers it had been a mix of overwhelming purple and straining red. But otherwise, completely normal. RQYNEXSK’s own string - though it had probably been a millennia since they’d seen it - had been even worse, full of colors that the High Council assured them didn’t matter anymore.

“and this is what I shall remain.”

But now, if the reports were anything to go by, Grian’s string was completely interlinked with Scar’s. Without any meddling, without any twisting or turning of fate and destiny, they two had braided themselves together. It was almost romantic, but RQYNEXSK wasn’t a sap. The narrative the two had unknowingly written was nothing but dry heat and searing, burning pain - like being trapped in a desert, with nothing but each other.

[theconfusedanimal]

I wanna live, I wanna be the change We can all be kings and queens If we can just learn to believe If we can just learn to believe

My character evolved during yesterday's session, finally, after so long sdfgksd

And he's. pissed. he's sick of people dying. and he's going to do something to stop it.

[triangular-family]

Gun Godzs

[dimorphodon-x]

Karma if you choose an OC or Bumblebee if you want a canon character? P.S. The way you draw dragons is stunning :> - 👑

Accidentally made him look like he belongs in a Monster Hunter game lol

Also gonna finish these on my computer because it’s honestly easier and I’m more used to the CSP brushes💀

[cinnamonchaos]

"I am destroying myself so other people can't," she said, " and it's the worst kind of control but it's the only form I know."

All my grief says the same thing: this isn't how it's supposed to be. this isn't how it's supposed to be. and the world laughs. holds my hope by the throat. says: but this is how it is.

I am out with lanterns looking for myself

"You still crave lemonade, but the taste doesn't satisfy you as much as it used to. You still crave summer, but sometimes you mean summer, five years ago."

"It's easy to think that your brain might finally like you if you throw the right thing at it..."

"There was a hum in my body of disinterest, ennui, and anxiety as low and simultaneously disruptive as a washing machine on a spin cycle that won't turn off"'

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