you are all my inspiration

Sol’s Flare

Written by - @that-cosplay-sans
Edited by - @rsfoster
Based on Outertale “Sol” Grillby design by @pyramidheaddezby art link: http://pyramidheaddezby.tumblr.com/post/155234086973/pyramidheaddezby-16-hours-later-he-is-finally


The way to the place was a unique glimmering walkway of swirling stars and galaxies; that created a path to the entrance of the restaurant next to the resort.  I checked myself in the reflection of the dark glass one last time, straightened my dress, made sure no feathers were ruffled and my beak well glossed. Giving my reflection a nod; I resolved that, yes, I had the air of a regular patreon.  I hoped so anyway.  I had come for something particular after all.  Through rumors floating through the local station by the comet stream; I had heard the bartender was capable of mixing drinks that could aid monsters in various ways.  Hell, it is even said that the one week when my boss was rather relaxed it was because he ordered a drink from the bartender here. 

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today in my ethnic studies class we talked about lynchings, emmett till, and the little rock nine and i really just would like you all to know that i am endlessly inspired by everything that my people have been through and endured and still go through today. like.. black people are so incredible??? despite everything white people have put us through and despite all of the anti-black bullshit that is still present in twenty fucking seventeen, we still out here shining and thriving and i really could not be prouder of who i am and who/where i come from

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.