will there be any stars in my crown

there’s beauty in her eyes
and it’s her kindness 
there’s power in her hands
and it’s her strength 


and I think 
I am braver because I know her
and I know
I am brighter because she believes 


and crowning her is an easy task
but choosing to crown her in stars or in gold or in violets
that’s difficult because she deserves all three 


and if I could I’d plaster her words across my skin
and if I found myself in the ancient ruins, she’d be who I think of


because she is a phoenix, rising from the ashes
and she’s the one who first taught me that the sunlight 
can be better than any sort of storm 


and I don’t think she knows
she held my hand and let me save myself

—  thank you by Abby S
Let America Be America Again

Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.

(America never was America to me.)

Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed—
Let it be that great strong land of love
Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme
That any man be crushed by one above.

(It never was America to me.)

O, let my land be a land where Liberty
Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath,
But opportunity is real, and life is free,
Equality is in the air we breathe.

(There’s never been equality for me,
Nor freedom in this “homeland of the free.”)

Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark?
And who are you that draws your veil across the stars?

I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart,
I am the Negro bearing slavery’s scars.
I am the red man driven from the land,
I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek—
And finding only the same old stupid plan
Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak.

I am the young man, full of strength and hope,
Tangled in that ancient endless chain
Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land!
Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need!
Of work the men! Of take the pay!
Of owning everything for one’s own greed!

I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil.
I am the worker sold to the machine.
I am the Negro, servant to you all.
I am the people, humble, hungry, mean—
Hungry yet today despite the dream.
Beaten yet today—O, Pioneers!
I am the man who never got ahead,
The poorest worker bartered through the years.

Yet I’m the one who dreamt our basic dream
In the Old World while still a serf of kings,
Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true,
That even yet its mighty daring sings
In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned
That’s made America the land it has become.
O, I’m the man who sailed those early seas
In search of what I meant to be my home—
For I’m the one who left dark Ireland’s shore,
And Poland’s plain, and England’s grassy lea,
And torn from Black Africa’s strand I came
To build a “homeland of the free.”

The free?

Who said the free?  Not me?
Surely not me?  The millions on relief today?
The millions shot down when we strike?
The millions who have nothing for our pay?
For all the dreams we’ve dreamed
And all the songs we’ve sung
And all the hopes we’ve held
And all the flags we’ve hung,
The millions who have nothing for our pay—
Except the dream that’s almost dead today.

O, let America be America again—
The land that never has been yet—
And yet must be—the land where every man is free.
The land that’s mine—the poor man’s, Indian’s, Negro’s, ME—
Who made America,
Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain,
Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain,
Must bring back our mighty dream again.

Sure, call me any ugly name you choose—
The steel of freedom does not stain.
From those who live like leeches on the people’s lives,
We must take back our land again,
America!

O, yes,
I say it plain,
America never was America to me,
And yet I swear this oath—
America will be!

Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death,
The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies,
We, the people, must redeem
The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers.
The mountains and the endless plain—
All, all the stretch of these great green states—
And make America again!

Langston Hughes, 1902 - 1967

Battle for Mewni: The evolution of Marco Diaz

Hello my gems!

Thank you guys so much for the positive feedback on my Star post which can be found here, if you haven’t seen it. Today I wanted to talk about Marco Diaz! I have to be honest and say that I’m Starco trash, so I apologize to anyone reading this who isn’t a fan. But I felt Marco really went through it during Battle for Mewni and it all had to do with Star. His story line was my favorite in these episodes. If you guys would like an analysis of anyone else, let me know! I think I might do one on Moon and maybe even Ludo! Anyway, enough of my blabbering let’s get started!

We start the episode with Marco clearly being upset in Star’s absence. It’s 3 AM and he is just sulking. In the background, we can faintly hear some music and someone very nicely translated the lyrics and I will link that post here. This was done on purpose, this song is meant to mean something and tell us how Marco is really feeling.

Don’t get me wrong I would be pretty devastated if my best friend suddenly left without much of an explanation, but I certainly would not be listening to “lost love” songs. This is important even if Marco himself doesn’t realize it yet. I truly believe that he has feelings for Star and I’m not saying he doesn’t like or have feelings for Jackie. I think he does, but I think his feelings for Star were put into a box because Marco has had this idea of who he thinks his crush should be. His actions speak much louder than his words.

He can hardly eat, he isn’t sleeping and the poor guy won’t let his parents take down the decorations because he wants everything to be the same. And this is what is very telling about Marco and his character. Everyone should know by now that he is always fighting change. He wants to go on more adventures he says, but he won’t unless Star drags him into it (actions.)  He isn’t safe he says, but he continues to help Star not run into danger in the pilot. Again, what he says VS what he does. 

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Guys, if any of you ever doubt me about how dave strider has effected me in my life. I just want you to know this.

Today while hanging out with some friends, we past by this preteen in the mall, who is oddly yelling something at us. My friends couldnt really make out what they was saying, so we walked past them. But i stg ,i swore i hear them say “dave strider”, so obvs im either going crazy or this random ass kid just looked at us and was screaming about the rap master dave. At this point, two of my friends had to go get water real quick and ki and I see the kiddo who was yelling at us, waving their hands and motioning us to go over to them. The other two come back and we start going over to the kid to see what’s up. Apperently they thought that I looked like dave strider and really needed to tell me. I’m freaking out like hecc, cus none of us had any homestuck merch on. Nothing that says “we read homestuck at one point of my lives”. But somehow??? They freaking k n e w. I stg god guys, I turn red and everyone is asking them questions and shit. You know wanna hang, are you coming to the local con, how do know homestuck.
Now one of us asks them if they have any social media account. Snapchat? Tumblr? Facebook? Nah nah this kid doesn’t have any of them (which is weird af cus this teen looked tumblr, the flower crown, short hair, choker, you know the whole package) oh nono the only thing they have
Is a god damn movie star planet account. Like what the fuck man. Out of all the social media you had to choose you had to pick movie star planet. How in the world did you come in contact with homestuck if all you had was a movie star planet account man??? Like??,
Anywho long story short. They had to leave and they game me their username on the site. Today was fucking rollarcoaster alright and I have so much other cool things to talk about. But today, just frosts the cake okay

anonymous asked:

Hi Emma. Looking for fics where they don't know each other and meet and start a relationship. Not sure which tag on your list I should be searching for that in exactly. Hopefully you have some smutty ones! Thanks!

This is a very long list!! Enjoy - these are all fics where they meet over the course of the fic and later end up hooking up or dating or whatever.

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Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.

(America never was America to me.)

Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed—
Let it be that great strong land of love
Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme
That any man be crushed by one above.

(It never was America to me.)

O, let my land be a land where Liberty
Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath,
But opportunity is real, and life is free,
Equality is in the air we breathe.

(There’s never been equality for me,
Nor freedom in this “homeland of the free.”)

Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark?
And who are you that draws your veil across the stars?

I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart,
I am the Negro bearing slavery’s scars.
I am the red man driven from the land,
I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek—
And finding only the same old stupid plan
Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak.

I am the young man, full of strength and hope,
Tangled in that ancient endless chain
Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land!
Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need!
Of work the men! Of take the pay!
Of owning everything for one’s own greed!

I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil.
I am the worker sold to the machine.
I am the Negro, servant to you all.
I am the people, humble, hungry, mean—
Hungry yet today despite the dream.
Beaten yet today—O, Pioneers!
I am the man who never got ahead,
The poorest worker bartered through the years.

Yet I’m the one who dreamt our basic dream
In the Old World while still a serf of kings,
Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true,
That even yet its mighty daring sings
In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned
That’s made America the land it has become.
O, I’m the man who sailed those early seas
In search of what I meant to be my home—
For I’m the one who left dark Ireland’s shore,
And Poland’s plain, and England’s grassy lea,
And torn from Black Africa’s strand I came
To build a “homeland of the free.”

The free?

Who said the free?  Not me?
Surely not me?  The millions on relief today?
The millions shot down when we strike?
The millions who have nothing for our pay?
For all the dreams we’ve dreamed
And all the songs we’ve sung
And all the hopes we’ve held
And all the flags we’ve hung,
The millions who have nothing for our pay—
Except the dream that’s almost dead today.

O, let America be America again—
The land that never has been yet—
And yet must be—the land where every man is free.
The land that’s mine—the poor man’s, Indian’s, Negro’s, ME—
Who made America,
Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain,
Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain,
Must bring back our mighty dream again.

Sure, call me any ugly name you choose—
The steel of freedom does not stain.
From those who live like leeches on the people’s lives,
We must take back our land again,
America!

O, yes,
I say it plain,
America never was America to me,
And yet I swear this oath—
America will be!

Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death,
The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies,
We, the people, must redeem
The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers.
The mountains and the endless plain—
All, all the stretch of these great green states—
And make America again!
—  Langston Hughes.
Let America Be America Again By Langston Hughes

Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.

(America never was America to me.)

Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed—
Let it be that great strong land of love
Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme
That any man be crushed by one above.

(It never was America to me.)

O, let my land be a land where Liberty
Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath,
But opportunity is real, and life is free,
Equality is in the air we breathe.

(There’s never been equality for me,
Nor freedom in this “homeland of the free.”)

Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark?
And who are you that draws your veil across the stars?

I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart,
I am the Negro bearing slavery’s scars.
I am the red man driven from the land,
I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek—
And finding only the same old stupid plan
Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak.

I am the young man, full of strength and hope,
Tangled in that ancient endless chain
Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land!
Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need!
Of work the men! Of take the pay!
Of owning everything for one’s own greed!

I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil.
I am the worker sold to the machine.
I am the Negro, servant to you all.
I am the people, humble, hungry, mean—
Hungry yet today despite the dream.
Beaten yet today—O, Pioneers!
I am the man who never got ahead,
The poorest worker bartered through the years.

Yet I’m the one who dreamt our basic dream
In the Old World while still a serf of kings,
Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true,
That even yet its mighty daring sings
In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned
That’s made America the land it has become.
O, I’m the man who sailed those early seas
In search of what I meant to be my home—
For I’m the one who left dark Ireland’s shore,
And Poland’s plain, and England’s grassy lea,
And torn from Black Africa’s strand I came
To build a “homeland of the free.”

The free?

Who said the free? Not me?
Surely not me? The millions on relief today?
The millions shot down when we strike?
The millions who have nothing for our pay?
For all the dreams we’ve dreamed
And all the songs we’ve sung
And all the hopes we’ve held
And all the flags we’ve hung,
The millions who have nothing for our pay—
Except the dream that’s almost dead today.

O, let America be America again—
The land that never has been yet—
And yet must be—the land where every man is free.
The land that’s mine—the poor man’s, Indian’s, Negro’s, ME—
Who made America,
Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain,
Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain,
Must bring back our mighty dream again.

Sure, call me any ugly name you choose—
The steel of freedom does not stain.
From those who live like leeches on the people’s lives,
We must take back our land again,
America!

O, yes,
I say it plain,
America never was America to me,
And yet I swear this oath—
America will be!

Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death,
The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies,
We, the people, must redeem
The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers.
The mountains and the endless plain—
All, all the stretch of these great green states—
And make America again!

Rec: Slow Burn Reylo

NOTE: I will be gone for about a week because of the upcoming semester, so I am loading up my queue for the time that I’ll be gone. My schedule will be back to normal soon! :) 

EDIT TO NOTE: I just realized that these posted backwards from my queue, so you guys got Slow Burn part 2 before you even got part 1. Keeps things interesting, I guess! *drags hand down face* 

Advisory: These slow burn fics are best accompanied by snack food, blankets, and mood lighting. ;) Will edit as more are found/written; suggestions welcome! 

+ - fic is mature/explicit 

* - fic is incomplete 


Multichapter:

+ Stigmata by SaintHeretical

*+ Sand in My Shoes by Sabi

+ Now Is the Time of Monsters by Elywyngirlie

The Word of Skill by TehanuFromEarthsea

*+ Ultra Vires by luna_plath

Colorblind by belowtheprecipice

+ Dark enough to see the light by MartineBishop

+ A Gentleman’s Wager by PalenDrome (nerdherderette)

+ Ten Years of Rey by Articianne

*+ A blessed unrest by Necronaut666

*+ Just For You by ahh_frances

+ ‘Til I Hear You Sing by Copper_Nails (Her_Madjesty)

+ Lies and Lightsabers: A Reylo Fanfic by terapid

+ Get Out While You Can by iliveinthemoon

*+ Professor Ren by American_Punk_1990

*+ sicut diligunt mortem. by ghosttprincess

*+ An Independent Will by Butt3rfly

*+ Forces Intertwined by marla_singer21

+ A Collision of Stars by dustoftheancients

*+ Mountains on the Moon by Sundaethroughfriday

*+ Explosions by iliveinthemoon

* I Guess It Is You by RubyPirate

+ Ileenium Manor by WaterlilyRose

*+ Scavenged Goods by tinylittlebrain

*+ Uneasy Lies the Head that Wears the Crown by beyond_this_illusion

*+ The Sum of Two Souls by raethye

+ The Cell by Elywyngirlie

*+ This Will Destroy You by yesmydarling

*+ Reflektor by ReyloTrashCompactor (NextToSomething)

*+ Ja'ak by Trebia

*+ Destinies Intertwined by WillowsWisp

*+ It’s Better If We Just Pretend by Ellensama

*+ Journey To The Past by HerSistersKeeper

A Proposal by Any Other Name by Lucidlucy

*+ nothings into somethings by lavish (valerian)

*+ For You, My Dear Rey, I Will Tear the Entire Galaxy Apart by SpiderBites

*+ The Broker by bkermit001

Driving Miss Rey by trashofficial

+ Eyes on You by iliveinthemoon

Asunder (Previously called 'Legacy’) by smallenoughtofit

*+ I will possess your heart by ReyloRobyn2011

*+ Respite by WaterlilyRose

*+ Mitzvah by Juulna

*+ When the Day Loved the Night by NotTheYounglings

*+ Small Town by tasu7

*+ Backwater Girls from Backwater Worlds by SophiaDreith

*+ Her Becoming by Elywyngirlie

*+ Summer Heat by IshaRen

* Across the Galaxy by Scholastica

*+ Thwarted by Perry_Downing

*+ The Inheritance of the Resistance by WaterlilyRose


Series:

+ The Crossroads series by nymja

+ The Where Soul Meets Body series by UndergroundValentine

+ The Complicity series by TheAfterglow

+ The Opia!Verse series by t0bemadeofglass

+ The Daddy Dearest Series by AquaWolfGirl


Oneshots:

In Search of Silver Linings by dezmari

ultimatums by ignitesthestars

+ When did you last conjure with the devil? by bunnystealsyourcarrots

anonymous asked:

Hi! So first of all this blog is amazing and I appreciate all the work you're doing. Could you maybe make a list of fanfics (multichapter please) with grounder!bellamy (huge + if bellamy is the king of grounders)? I checked the tags and I've read already 'Bravery' and 'In dreams we're always together' so if you know anything else I'd appreciate it! THANK YOU!

+ grounder bellamy & grounder leader bellamy tags!

anon said: Are there any that are along the same lines as In My Dreams We Are Always Together by andsowemeetagain, aka grounder leader!bellamy arranged marriage with clarke for a sealed alliance? 

Master list of every show Ive watched/ fandoms Im in

-Voltron: Legendary Defender

-Akagami no Shirayukihime

-Yuri on Ice

-Tokyo Ghoul

-Mekakucity actors

-Noragami

-Magi

-No.6

-Fullmetal Alchemist

-Hakkenden

-Haikyuu

-Avatar: The Last Airbender

-The Legend of Korra

-Generator Rex

-Fruit Basket

-Loveless

-Elfen Lied

-Death Note

-Black Butler

-Bleach

-Free!

-Attack on Titian

-Fairy Tail

-Soul eater

-Angel Beats

-Blue Exorcist

-Ouran Highschool Host Club

-My Little Monster

-Vampire Knight

-Strike the Blood

-Senyu

-Naruto Shippuden

-No game No life

-Dramatical Murder

-Diabolik Lovers

-Hunter x Hunter

-Inuyasha

-Akame Ga Kill

-07 Ghost

-Hetalia

-Parasyte the Maxim

-Rokka no Yuusha

-Kamisama Hajimemashta

-Death Parade

-The Seven Deadly Sins

-One Punch Man

-Owari no Seraph

-World Trigger

-Guilty Crown

-Your Lie in April

-K

-Love Stage

-Princess Tutu

-Beyond the Boundary

-Yona of the dawn

-My Hero Academia

-Servamp

-Kiznaivers

-Ajin

-Trickster

-Bungou Stray Dogs

-Yamada and the 7 Witches

-Bloodivores

-Star vs the forces of evil

-Adventure Time

-Steven Universe

-Garo: Honoo no kakuin

-One piece

-Miraculous Ladybug

-Merlin

New art for the new OSR project featuring Prince Aikka, Molly/Eva, and Rush. From Savin Yeatman-Eiffel’s Twitter.

I have so many feelings and questions right now. How many years have passed? How old are Eva and Aikka now? Where’s Aikka’s crown? Is he not a Prince anymore? Is Eva going by the name Molly again? Where’s Don Wei, Rick, Stan and Koji? Will any other alien racers besides Rush be coming back? And will we get to see Jordan again? Please let me see my son again!!

mostie01  asked:

What now I want more lios quigon please with him being protective of obiwan after he gets injured with him proving that he's not gonna kill obiwan

Blood tends to bring out the wild in him, its why he’s so grateful that when they have to resort to violence that lightsabers do not leave bleeding wounds but cauterize from the moment of impact leaving behind a sickly sweet smell that does not raise the beast. There’s something different to be said about viroblades that the smugglers are using.

And its certainly very different when the one bleeding is his padawan.

A low cry of pain, the thump of a body and then blood in the air.

Its enough to already race Qui-Gon’s battle heated blood up another notch as he disarms another smuggler and twirls on the heels of his feet.

And then he freezes, his ears going forward in surprise before going back and down in raw anger he has a moment of difficulty to control, his tail giving a sharp flicker.

Because its Obi-Wan’s blood, the boy on the floor with a deep gauge in his thigh as blood pools around him and the smuggler stands above him, Obi-Wan with his saber pointed at the smuggler as he tries to get up but doesn’t get the breath to do so.

Well that won’t do.

With a vibrating growl, Qui-Gon pounces on the smuggler to give his padawan the breath and space he needs to get up and defend himself from the worst of the attack even as Qui-Gon now prowls ever more predatory like against the smugglers.

The smart of them run away to live and smuggle another day, the dumb lose a limb and are knocked out for the judicial forces to take care of once they can arrive on the scene.

By the time Qui-Gon is done, Obi-Wan has carefully turned his attention to the bleeding thigh wound, using a discarded viroblade to make makeshift bandages to put pressure on the deep bleeding wound.

His face is slightly pale and pinched from blood loss and pain but other then that he seems alright.

The Jedi Master knelt down, rumbling deeply as he tucked his saber on his belt and then reached out to help tie the robe bandages. “What happened?” He rumbled, voice deep in his chest and slightly husked, fighting against the wild in himself.

“My guard dropped and she slipped under it, I didn’t expect her to be so quick.” Obi-Wan confessed easily, biting his lips hard as he let his hands fall away so Qui-Gon could take care of the bandages. “I’m sorry master.”

Pausing for a moment, Qui-Gon reached up and brushed the back of his fingers over the teens cheek. “Don’t apologize. We’ll work on your defense once back in the temple but for now we need to wait on the judicial, can you do that? Or should I call for a medic?”

Qui-Gon wanted to say screw it about the smugglers and the spice ring they had interrupted but knew that was not the best to do as evidence and criminals would escape if they did.

So he was letting Obi-Wan judge his own condition.

Licking his lips, Obi-Wan survyed his own condition quickly then shook his head. “Wait. I can hold out an hour to an hour and a half if needed Master. Its just a flesh wound even if its bleeding well.” He smiled at the others hesitant look. “I promise master.”

Tail flickering behind him, Qui-Gon gave a slow nod. “Then we wait padawan of mine.”

He reached out and rested his head on the crown of the boys head, smiling faintly. “And well done on slicing your way into the warehouse.”

Obi-Wan beamed in delight up at him and then settled against his master’s side. ‘Council can suck on their toes, I don’t think there’s any place I’m safer then at my master’s side.’

As if he’d heard Obi-Wan’s thought through the bond, Qui-Gon gave a deeply amused rumble as his ears gave a little wiggle on top of his head before they swirled in response to a noise.

Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.

(America never was America to me.)

Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed—
Let it be that great strong land of love
Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme
That any man be crushed by one above.

(It never was America to me.)

O, let my land be a land where Liberty
Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath,
But opportunity is real, and life is free,
Equality is in the air we breathe.

(There’s never been equality for me,
Nor freedom in this “homeland of the free.”)

Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark?
And who are you that draws your veil across the stars?

I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart,
I am the Negro bearing slavery’s scars.
I am the red man driven from the land,
I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek—
And finding only the same old stupid plan
Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak.

I am the young man, full of strength and hope,
Tangled in that ancient endless chain
Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land!
Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need!
Of work the men! Of take the pay!
Of owning everything for one’s own greed!

I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil.
I am the worker sold to the machine.
I am the Negro, servant to you all.
I am the people, humble, hungry, mean—
Hungry yet today despite the dream.
Beaten yet today—O, Pioneers!
I am the man who never got ahead,
The poorest worker bartered through the years.

Yet I’m the one who dreamt our basic dream
In the Old World while still a serf of kings,
Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true,
That even yet its mighty daring sings
In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned
That’s made America the land it has become.
O, I’m the man who sailed those early seas
In search of what I meant to be my home—
For I’m the one who left dark Ireland’s shore,
And Poland’s plain, and England’s grassy lea,
And torn from Black Africa’s strand I came
To build a “homeland of the free.”

The free?

Who said the free?  Not me?
Surely not me?  The millions on relief today?
The millions shot down when we strike?
The millions who have nothing for our pay?
For all the dreams we’ve dreamed
And all the songs we’ve sung
And all the hopes we’ve held
And all the flags we’ve hung,
The millions who have nothing for our pay—
Except the dream that’s almost dead today.

O, let America be America again—
The land that never has been yet—
And yet must be—the land where every man is free.
The land that’s mine—the poor man’s, Indian’s, Negro’s, ME—
Who made America,
Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain,
Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain,
Must bring back our mighty dream again.

Sure, call me any ugly name you choose—
The steel of freedom does not stain.
From those who live like leeches on the people’s lives,
We must take back our land again,
America!

O, yes,
I say it plain,
America never was America to me,
And yet I swear this oath—
America will be!

Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death,
The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies,
We, the people, must redeem
The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers.
The mountains and the endless plain—
All, all the stretch of these great green states—
And make America again!

—  Langston Hughes, “Let America Be America Again”

therealwonkothesane  asked:

Hi Seddm. Are you still confused about S3 and how different it is? I think I figured it out. We always assumed we were outside observers of the show, but we weren't! Todays episodes opened my eyes. Let me explain: S1 and S2 took place on earth. Marco was the cinnamon roll who acted like a grown up and Star was the hyperactive girl, who permanenty messed things up. They went on adventures and he protected Star with his brain and karate. Ponyhead is annoying and Tom a predator. (1/?)

Now he suddenly is an annoying and messy, where did the cinnamon roll go? It disappeared because there never was one, it was Marco’s perception of himself! We watched everything through his eyes! He saw himself as an adult. His hoodie was smelly because he never was a clean boy. In S3 we are on Mewni with Star. Star switched from messup-girl to adult over night. Because now we see things through her eyes! Ponyhead is ok now, Tom is nice, her Mom hysterical - because it’s how she sees it! (2/?)
Now we observe everything through her distorted perception. I believe “Sophomore Slump” is the only episode we witnessed as an outsider or maybe Jackie. Sorry for the long ask. Does my babbling make any sense? (3/3)

That’s a very interesting way to see it, and possibly true in some ways, but I don’t think it’s a concept the show is actually built around; Star truly did grow up from all her experiences on Earth, and managed to keep them with her even when back on Mewni. She didn’t change overnight, it’s the “reward” after all the growing up done in S2, with Toffee’s defeat being the crowning point (she’s still obviously FAR from being done, and I’m sure she’s still going to mess up big time now and then!). Marco, on the other hand, surely learned a lot from Star, but not enough to manage to truly start a new chapter once she left his life. His relationship with Jackie hadn’t been shown as equal in S2 either, and it reached a breaking point, something that’d probably have happened anyway, just later, even if Marco had managed to readjust to life on Earth. More than a matter of point of views I see it as a matter of getting out of one’s comfort zone: Star changed more than Marco because she had to face a completely different world from the one she was used to, while so far Marco (who still changed a lot compared to the first episodes!) always “played at home”, never had to take huge steps. Something that he did now by moving to Mewni, and that he’s likely going to keep doing: it’s the dork’s time to really grow and change now, hopefully so that he can catch up with Star and truly be always by her side, as her most trusted advisor, and best friend.

sunshinexriptide  asked:

Hi! Could you rec me some Larry royalty AU's? I'm sure you have a post somewhere but I'm on mobile and I can't find it. :( I've read Wear it like a Crown and The Stars in Your Eyes Light up the Sky. And those are 2 of my favorites. Preferably more than 60k words. Please and thank you so much :)

Hi! You are the first person to ask me about fic recs, so thank you for that! It was a lovely surprise :)

I actually haven’t made any rec lists solely based on one theme so this is a first for that one too. And you picked a hard one! 

You mentioned Wear It Like A Crown by zarah5 (141k) and The Stars In Your Eyes Light Up The Sky by andthensusays (60k) and those might actually be the only royalty fics that I’ve read and enjoyed too, so far. But I did a little research and found some that sound pretty promising and fit in under the 60k+ words. 

Feel The Chemicals Burn In My Bloodstream by togetherwecouldbealright (123k) CHAPTERED 

“Alright, alright. No need to bite,” Harry says, holding his hands above his head in a general gesture of surrender.

Louis quirks an eyebrow and his foot nudges Harry’s as he moves to sit straight. “If that’s what you think biting is, you’ve got another thing coming, Styles.”

Harry blinks at him before he feels his face flush and inside the marrows of his bones there’s pulses of heat, pulses of fire spreading through him. “Is that a threat, your Highness?”

“That’s a promise,” Louis answers just as the car halts to a stop. “One I intend to keep.”

Harry is a journalist with a lot of secrets and Louis is the future king of the United Kingdom; they live together for 60 days.

It’s The Magic Between Us by thoughtlessblogger (90k) CHAPTERED

The man’s head shoots up, his eyes meeting Louis’s and Louis can’t fucking breathe. He knows those eyes. They’re so familiar and so so green. They’re wide and Louis can see fear and maybe shame in them. The same hair, same eyes, same face, same bad posture. He doesn’t understand.

Taking a step forward, Louis gives a slight bow.

“Prince Harry, is it?” he says, more venomously than he’d wanted. “I’d say it’s a pleasure, but that’d be a lie.”

Or, Louis’ a Prince in a kingdom that needs help and Harry’s a Prince with a secret.

Like A Bullet In The Dark by Vurdoc (99k) CHAPTERED

Prince Harold Edward Styles Lancaster is second in line to the throne of Great Britain. He is also your average Uni student- or he tries to be, anyway.

With a promise from the press (and his father) that they’ll leave him alone for four years, he sets out to be a student at Cambridge, when he meets his very normal, very working class, very handsome suite-mate, Louis Tomlinson.

Louis makes Harry feel more like a person than he ever has before, which might cause some issues later on- ‘cause Harry has a secret that he’s only told his sister Gemma about.

Little does he know though, that Louis has some secrets of his own.

A Will & Kate Au- with a twist.

Also, you might want to consider reading this one, even though it’s not necessarily Royalty fic, but still in the same sort of category and it’s a really good fic. 

Can I Lay By Your SIde? by Star_Henderson (59k) CHAPTERED 

“Harry, tell me what you are going to do when you leave here.”

“I’m going to drive to a hotel, drink some of that vodka, enough to give me dutch courage.“ Harry looks down at his feet, colour blooming in his cheeks. “I’m going to find a bar, find a man who wants to sleep with me, find some weed and lose myself for a few days.”

“Look, do you even know your way around Manchester, do you know anyone here?”

He shakes his head.

“So you are just going to pick up a random man and sleep with him?” Louis huffs out incredulously.

“There’s a first time for everything.”

Or, Fate brings Louis to Harry. Alone, Harry’s buying vodka in Louis’ local shop. He takes him home, this beautiful stranger, giving him his undivided attention and the weekend of his life. Together they tick off Harry’s ‘to do’ list and fall in love at the same time. Harry has secrets and despairingly, on Monday morning, he has to go back to his old life. Louis and Harry meet up six months later by accident in quite different circumstances.

Hope these help a little! And thanks again for asking :) If anyone knows any royalty fics and wants to share, please feel free to add to this post!

anonymous asked:

i was thinking if jon x dany will have good chemistry. what do you think?

I’ve answered lots of asks about why I like Jon and Dany, why I think they are compatible, and why I think they will have a healthy relationship. But to me this question is kind of different than all of those because I think chemistry is mostly physical and deals with sexual compatibility which I’ve never discussed before. So I will :D I’m using a cut because this is one of my biggest answer posts I think haha. 

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Speculation on  OSR sequel image

Prince Aikka and Molly are together again. This warms my heart up so much.

They both wearing spacesuits. Now this isn’t a jump to conclusions, those are spacesuits definitely.

Aikka go an upgrade in his weaponry. My guess is that this is a bow/sword combo.

That personn besides them is Rush. There is no doubt about that.

My guests is that these guys may go to Kramm, Byrus and Nourasia

Aikka did mention he wanted to show Molly his homeward.

My only orrys that G’dar is not here. Maybe he is in the larger background.

Also, Aikka is no longer wearing his crown, which is worrying. Is the exiled prince theoryy correct?

There’s another person in the background. Considering the colors I’m going to say it is either a new Cog villain (Cog Emperorr?) or maybe  Corrupted? Jordan

Just my thoughts so far, comment if you have any ideas

Summer 2017 Reading List

Here are the books I’m going to try read this summer… Some of these are from my fave authors, so I’m pretty excited! I’m If any of your folks want to join in, I’d love to see your own lists.

  • The Tenant of Wildfell Hall - Anne Brontë
  • The Ladies of Grace Adieu - Susanna Clarke
  • Nelly Dean - Alison Case
  • The Shepherd’s Crown - Terry Pratchett
  • The Confession of Brother Haluin - Ellis Peters
  • A Journey to the Center of the Earth - Jules Verne
  • William Shakespeare’s Star Wars - Ian Doescher
  • A Fire Upon the Deep - Vernor Vinge
  • The Hundred-Year-Old Man Who Climbed Out of the Window and Disappeared - Jonas Jonasson
  • Lud-in-the-Mist - Hope Mirrlees
  • The Woman Who Walked in Sunshine - Alexander McCall Smith
  • Dark Rendezvous - Sean Stewart