#ourkindness

[lorienfae]

Etchings

of time-drawn passage in an abstraction of lifelessly floating fish

over the murky surface, lake-pond bowed in a funereal stance as coldness of night had taken it over,

vultures billowing through the air in innate hunger,

carrion lure —

we all are allured by something, things, senses and ourkind, and sometimes

it's the rust on a sculptured bust of life

that feeds a soul.

© Anna S. 2022

[sp-raw-rare]

💯 “Our Kind” 

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@rueanddagger

#writer #poet #author #1nick #today #poetry #sprawrare #motivationalspeech #atl #poetsoftiktok #dofnature #dof #ourkind #rueanddagger

[damedarcy]

https://etsy.me/2YWkL7N ⭐️ #hijax & #hijinx #graphicnovel . #ourkind #mustshine 🌈🙏⭐️ Being made to feel really special (#lovebombing) but also never really being enough is the exact playbook narcissistic parents do to their children to keep them in line. The good thing about being raised by narcissists in a community cult is it gives you survival tools for battling it out in the Patriarchy when you grow up and “escape”. #thepatriarchy : An “entertainment” system (aka #propaganda) run by mostly men. Also “the law” and government. Basically anywhere there is real power and money where the guys already in power do the best they can to dominate nature and everyone else and hoard all the wealth to themselves. Marginalizing and sacrificing all other voices resources and realities in the process. Cults are like large families run by a narcissistic parent type leader open to the general public. If you were raised like this and become #woke to your family situation you run like hell from cult like situations. https://www.instagram.com/p/CVFYmZJLgbj/?utm_medium=tumblr

[crochetspecs]

Cowabunga! Santa surfs Burleigh 🏄 #surfingsanta #coolsanta #burleighheads #aussiesanta #santa #fatherchristmas #boardshorts #merrychristmas #melekalikimaka #feliznavidad #rusty #surfboard #ourkind #crochet #instacrochet #amigurumi #craftastherapy #crochetgirlgang #aussiechristmas #perthmakers Surf photo by @leoscape

[jacknoeldavis]

Editorial for @summersite x @rusty_australia live featuring @frothalicious ! Link is in my bio! Check it out! #ourkind (at Coledale, New South Wales)

[happinessideas-blog]

summer love | this weather gets me excited | the | | … summer season love | this climate will get me excited | the #necessities @rusty_australia #ourkind | @berrysafari | @spektreaustralia 💙

[aintquiteright]

Abandoned Farm House by ourkind

[fortooate]

433 CCE. The year the earth hatched.

The mountain Goucherre cracks like a tree struck by lightning, and as the thunder of its death shakes the world, creatures pour as termites from the seething wounds.

The consequences of this were many, and still are.

At the peak, red-hot gouts of steam and flaming rock. Each element, under literal tons of conceptual pressure. Things are squeezed too close. Something fundamental gives way, in those first moments of Goucherre’s dying. Flame and sand and gas and water vapor separate like angry cats flung from their tangle. And like cats, they flee, and they breed. Somewhere, there are fires that will never go out, rocks that will never sit still. They are too pure.

Meanwhile, on the foothills of the mount, cattle stampede. Coming faster behind them: an avalanche of grey ash. The ash boils past, and into the city of Goucherre. Concrete buildings drown in a superheated smog identical in color and texture; wells and fountains and bathhouses boil, shrieking; gold leaf from statues drips and falls like rain into sewer grates. Nearly everyone dies. Others change.

Around the base of the mountain, the earth fractures geometrically under the stress. Where circles, triangles, and worse shapes are carved, and when sulfurous gasses hiss through them at a consistent pace, and if the wailing of the heat-stressed wind whistles across them at a certain tempo, demons appear, confused. They have just been preternaturally conceived, the first of their kind brought to this world without a mortal summoner. With no such link to the world, they cannot die. They still haven’t.

The city ash soon grows bored with its petty massacres of cow and man. It joins smoke and gas in the atmosphere, smothering everything grey. Invisible rivers of wind are polluted, miles up in the air, and the whole globe is downstream of them. The sun performs from behind a thick curtain. Acid rain pours from every sky. Crops fail. More people die, more slowly now, but still with ash clogging their mouths.

All over the world, the earth splits. Shocks from Goucherre lever distant bedrocks open, and aftershocks throw these gates wide. Unknown, eyeless beasts from below our feet spill out of caves, from canyons, from deep ocean trenches. They find the tastes of the surface exquisite. Hordes of blind locusts despoil what plant life survived the acid. Slavering predators follow after them, but find the new foods preferable to the old as well.

As substances and beings from beneath the earth spill out onto its surface and into its sky, the keepers of these places awaken. For the first time in history, trees walk. Glimmering shapes in the air descend. Slowly, people are saved. Slowly, inhuman greenlords negotiate contracts, sharing out food from their forest sanctuaries. Slowly, the sun returns, smoke and ash and acid rain vanished by the clouds themselves. All of this at a cost, one written on leaves and hidden ledgers, and one that we still must pay.

The returning sun is anathema to the creatures from below. They flee back beneath or burn. Demons, canny, recede as well, into objects and people and ideas. The city of Goucherre settles, cast in solid plaster. Elementals hide away in far vistas untouched by ourkind.

One creature lingers. Although the sun burns it, it loves the surface. The surface has people, and the creature has spent far too long in the dark with monsters. It resembles us, it thinks. It can be like us, if it tries. In the sky and earth and oceans, in stars and even in the sun, it sees some thing it has always thirsted for. No longer. Now, it will live on the earth, adopted by our night. And when it hungers, it can drink not from the cave crickets or gibbering mushrooms but from its own reflection. Thus did the first victims of the vampires die.

Now, a millennium out, Goucherre is again a mountain. I hear demons, death, and curses no longer suffice to keep the young and the fearless from exploring the still-scorched earth. Even now, living folk walk the chalky streets of dead old Goucherre town. This and more, I am told. This, and more.

It is the province of the young to be fools. But be wary.

–Record from Draft Meeting for Public Address 10.12.1432, written in the hand of Philosopher-Lord Aserac, tenth of his name, may he live on.

[rustyaustralia]

[trupaverse-blog]

E N D U R A N C E #TestingOfOnesFaithBuildsPerseverance #GodTestsUsEveryday #HeTestsOurWorthyness #OurFaith #OurPatience #OurTemperment #OurSincerity #OurKindness #OurGenuity #OurOverallHumanCharacter #DoTheRightThingWhenNobodysWatching #WhenYouFeelLikeYourWorldAboutToEnd #HopeYouStudyGodIsTestingYourFaithAgain #PrayerOfTheDay #SacredSunday #MorningAmen (at Canada)

[spacettf]

Remarkable Moon by ourkind on Flickr.

[amazing--surf]

rustysurfboardsofficial: Kick back and layback. @pamadavies by...

Kick back and layback. @pamadavies by John Respondek #rustysurfboards #ourkind

[damedarcy]

#ourkind #mustshine #sweetsummer #itsallforyou ! 🌈⭐️#newsongs #comingsoon ! #unicorn #glampire #rainbow #glitter #vampire born #outofthecloset and #bustinout of the #witchy #broomcloset with such #force it’s been #caughtonfilm that an #actualrainbow bust out of my actual #unicornbutt !! 🌈 🍑 🦄 @damedarcy #lbgtq since #the80s yo! 🌈💕https://www.patreon.com/damedarcy😘 https://www.instagram.com/p/CDqJWMAj5Vy/?igshid=1x5j96os5h2vv

[joelkato]

BY THE BOOKS ~ VOL. 1: KILLING TIME

[happinessideas-blog]

In 10 hours I am on holidays … In 10 hours I'm on holidays 😬😬😬😬 @rusty_australia #ourkind

[aintquiteright]

Abandoned Farm House by ourkind