#katd

[flowerpot-records]

The final episode of Season 1 is up now! Krash And The Dogs play through some wonderful songs old and new, and talk at length about their process and plans. All episodes will be up on our bandcamp 8/24! 

[nifujiswhore]

prologue;

they'd met before, before things got so complicated in her family, well less complicated. five-hundred and seventy years, two-hundred and eight thousand and fifty days into her immortal life.

she was the baby of the family, and although she was not born of mikaelson blood, she was treated like it, and at the same time she was proud to be a dragohov. proud to be born to one of the most powerful mutants of the old world, to be born to spirit warriors, to be the second ever female shifter in her line, next to her mother. her "bothers" were always protective of rebekah and who she saw romantically. they were less wary about her though because she never found an interest in significant others and relationships, she was waiting. waiting for an imprint. waiting for her person. she thought waiting was enough for her. but it wasn't until she heard him say hello.

then her world got a little bit brighter. she saw the allure of what rebekah wanted whenever she sought more suitors. she smiled more, brighter, when with him. she saw her person and suddenly didn't really mind not imprinting. her forever.

they'd met before, before he was enlisted in a cause he found he couldn't support, just to avoid letting his prideful texan patriarch down. sixteen-just turned-seventeen, six-thousand, two-hundred and five days since his birth.

he was an only child, expected to become the next patriarch and landowner of the whitlock "legacy". he never saw a future for himself outside of that, never found an interest in women, or men even, but would of married if it meant making his mother proud. he never really saw himself with children, growing old with a ring on his finger. he would rather focus on living in the now, help his mama around the house, make her smile, he thought that was enough. but it wasn't until he saw her.

then he saw a future. he saw more than his mama's smile. he saw himself with that ring on his finger in a house just for them. he saw more than making his father proud, more than the whitlock "legacy". his forever.

she saw the sunrise when he smiled. he saw his universe in her eyes. they were each others worlds. she was the sun and he was the moon. they only had eyes for each other, prepared to do anything for one another. she decided if it got her to him, she'd repeat every tragedy she'd ever faced. he decided that if it got him to her, he'd repeat every mundane day he ever experienced. they we're each others breath of fresh air, each others escape. she showed him the stars and he gave her life. and they wanted it forever.

and then it was taken from him. taken from her. taken from them. and just like that he became a deity she could never reach, and she became a kaiju he couldn't ever forget.

she was, after all, a kaiju amongst the deities.

[spacesofutsc-blog]

The boundaries front doors a a medium layer of glass shielding the noise of the outside , but allow  the hectic noise of the outside hall rush through. The library is a place of silence yet has a lot of sound The lighting on the second floor of the library reflects the tone expected, serious, dark, quiet, focused. Its orange tint drives me crazy, something about warm colors almost make it suffocating to be around. Although the library is a place filled with so many people I constantly feel alone, not the type of alone that makes you feel scared or unsafe being in a certain place , but the type of alone where you feel independent and ready to accomplish a lot of work.

Distractions set in as I sit in this isolated cubicle. Smells are the biggest trigger to stop the train of concentration running through my head, each time a I get a whiff of a new scent it's as though my work disappears and my focus switches to locating the either awful or unpleasant smell; usually awful. The signs that read the food and drink policy for the library seem to be invisible to students here at UTSC. I used to think libraries had such an old dungy smell to them, like the books from my grandmother’s house that were 40 years old and have survived water damage and years of laying in a damp basement. Now when I think of a library I think of the designer clothing on people’s bodies and the smells of the foods they ingest while the try and accomplish work, I guess I’ve forgotten the things the give a library character and instead have focused on the people within the space itself. Anyways, the sound of peoples fingers gripping onto a page of paper turning through multiple times and the squeak of the chairs make shivers run up and down my spine. Hearing the bottom of a chair scratch the concrete floor is almost like running my nails down a chalkboard. Cringe worthy x1000.  

The chatter between people starts of small but grows into a deep laughter that immediately get turned off from the evil stare of the others surrounding this joy. The rows on rows on rows create a vision of endless possibilities within this space. Within the rows of people their imagination grows wild each and everyday, almost makes me think if what they are thinking about is something I should be thinking about also. The text within the books is yet another sense of wonder and imagination, regardless of the genre, almost all of them cause my mind to wonder…. Wonder begins to turn into wander. I wander around and as I look around, I notice the architecture within this space and how each pillar, step, tile, window, chair, desk, cinder block, railing and even the light bulbs all were thought about so specifically to fit to this space. The same way the object fit into this area of UTSC is the same way that we the students fit into it as well, thought, focus, and the will to wonder and try connects me to this place. Although the library is far from my home it is an area of campus that gives me support and reassurance to keep going and keep trying. My family motivates me to do well in school, and the environment and energy of the people around me in this library motivate me to be a better student. All the corks of this place make it quite unique as I don’t think any other library gives me the same feeling when I walk into its doors. The warmth of the heaters along the wall do not reflect the warmth of the staff as they are cold, well not all the time but like to take care of business with no messing around when it comes to enforcing the rules that keep this space light and tranquile.

[alicsse]

#FrapuccinoStrawberry #KATD 😉🍫

[alicsse]

#Reencuentro #friends #saliditas #felicidad #diversión #confianza #locuras #Karaoke #tragos #drinks #KATD

[xmmaredmayne-blog]

☆ Kat

You’re cute and I adore you

We don’t spend enough time together anymore and that upsets me... but like, you’re busy with work and I’m busy with work and following Eddie around. It sucks, but I guess it has to be like this?

[yourdirtyhobby]

[backtothen]

I absolutely know that.

But what you did was the worst thing a person could do. 

You were so perfect.

You made me fall so hard.

And you had no intention of catching me.

It’s unfair.

It’s completely unfair. 

And I hate you for it.

I hate you so much for being my idea of perfect. I hate you for doing exactly what I expected you to do. 

But mostly, I hate you for convincing me you were different. 

I hate myself for still having our messages.

I hate myself for reading them right now. 

I hate that you knocked me down so hard that I still can’t get back up.

And I hate that no one measures up to you.