to give it up for


Story-time with Sora and Noctis takes a weird turn. Noct may have competition for the title of Crown Prince of Napping!

Bonus time-jump panel in which Noctis takes his rightful place as the Naptime King:

Have some headcanons that made me feel better about Kara giving Mon-El the necklace that take the focus off of their relationship and put it more on Kara’s loss of a place in the world and what the relationship represented to Kara that I’ll post tomorrow, incase anyone else is drowning in rage about Kara letting go of the last thing she had of her mother for the sake of a romantic gesture.

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

—  Maya Angelou

@feynites because idiots being soft is everything  (*゚∀゚*)


Seth/Kate Fandom Celebration
» Day 3 – Favorite Episode: 1x04 | Let’s Get Ramblin’

anonymous asked:

It's been a bad week and I want to give up, but I press on. Can I maybe request a Rafa Drabble where his gf has a bad day/week and feels like giving up, but he is the sweet ball of perfection that we all know he is? Or something like that. Thank you.

He finds you underneath the covers.  He doesn’t ask if something’s wrong or what’s wrong; he just makes you a cup of your favorite warm beverage (in your favorite mug), turns on your rainy day playlist, lights a couple of candles, and sneaks into your hiding place.  

Rafael wordlessly wipes the tears from your cheeks, kisses the corners of your eyes, your nose, your forehead.  You curl into his embrace, burying your nose in the hollow of his neck, finding comfort in his familiar scent and the warmth of his arms.  He lazily drags his fingers up and down your spine, as he quietly hums along to the song playing in the background.

You sigh as you grasp his shirt, right above his heart.  Eventually, you both sit up in bed, your legs curled up in his lap and your head on his shoulder.  “This week sucked,” you mutter, as he hands you your mug.  You take it gratefully, though you press your forehead into his shoulder.  “Sometimes I just feel like giving up.”

“I know, baby,” he says.  He kisses the top of your head, his lips lingering against your hair, as he places a comforting hand on your knee.  He gives it a small squeeze, and you can feel him smile against your head.  “But I’m right here.  You don’t need to do this alone.”

You raise your head, perching your chin on his shoulder.  Your smile is watery, but you’re trying; Rafa always makes you want to try.  “Thank you,” you whisper, and he responds with a kiss that makes your toes, ears, and heart feel warm.