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mamas-ethereal-gun · 2 months

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♡ 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ♡

Boxer!Eren Yeager x Onyankopon lil sis!black fem reader

Your big brother, Onyankopon, was a well-renowned fighter in the boxing industry, winning belt after belt due to his exceptional skill. You were proud of him, especially considering the hardships you both endured for him to reach this point.

There's a twelve-year age difference between you, with him being 34 and you being 22. Since the moment you were born, Ony has been the one taking care of you because your emotionally unavailable parents felt they didn’t need to. He stole for you, bought you food, and ensured your education by enrolling you in tutoring programs under your parents' name to secure your graduation, admission to a good university, and a high-paying job. Fighting was how he made his money.

When it came to you, Ony didn’t play, so you could only imagine his face when he sees a video of his main opponent basically flirting with you at a coffee shop.

Today was a very slow day for you. Your lectures were stupidly long and boring, your friends were all busy, AND on top of all that you dropped a cookie you were eating in a puddle when you were walking to class. Now you find yourself working on a assignment for your chemistry class in a coffee shop.

As you were working, you heard a large commotion coming from the entrance of the store. Turning to see what it was, you were blinded by flashing lights emanating from the front windows of the store. Deciding not wanting to have these lights in your eyes, you turned back and continued working.

After about 30 minutes you grew hungry. Cursing yourself out for not getting any food before hand, you made your way to the register. On the way there, you got a notification on your phone causing you to look at it.

Sash 🫡 :

YALL WANNA HANGOUT LATER????

Y/n 💞 :

oh so when I ask if y’all want to hang y’all don’t wanna respond 🙄🙄 (oh and sure>.<)

Con 🤓 :

thats because you be asking us at the most god forsaken hours😒

As you were typing out your response, you bumped into someone. (cliché i know but y’all bare with me 🙏) “Oh I’m sorry..” you say before you see a cake pop fall to the ground. Now you were really sorry. The man in front of you groaned in frustration. “Watch where you’re goin-“ he paused when he turned around. Staring at you as if he was lost for words.

“I’m so sorry. Please let me buy you another one.” You offer. An unexpected low “Damn” fell from the man’s lips leaving both you and him confused. “No it’s fine” he says when he snaps back to reality. “Oh come on! It’s my fault so I’ll buy you a new one! I’m going there right now anyways!” You insisted eager to fix your mistake. The man turns looks at his friends and then looks back at you. “Ok um sure.” A small smile forming on his lips.

"Here," you said, extending the cake pop to him with a sheepish grin. "Sorry again." "You really didn't have to do that," he replied, his gaze shifting to the dessert now in his hand. "No, no! I had to!" you insisted, your smile widening with sincerity. He returned your smile, gratitude in his eyes. "So... do you have a name?" he asked. "Oh, umm it’s (y/n)! What’s yours?" you responded. "Eren. Oh, um, Eren Yeager," he replied shyly.

As you processed his name, a wave of recognition washed over you. You'd definitely heard that name before. That's when it clicked. The paparazzi, the wounds on his face. everything fell into place, and you suddenly realized who he was.

"You're that boxer, right?" you said, unable to contain your excitement as you grinned at him. "Oh, umm, yeah," he replied, rubbing the back of his head nervously. "Do you like boxing?" he asked, trying to shift the focus away from himself. "I mean, my big brother's a boxer," you replied casually, feeling a of pride as you mentioned your brothers job.

"Really? Who is he?" Eren asked, his curiosity piqued. "Onyankopon!" you replied proudly, the name rolling off your tongue effortlessly.The feeling Recognition formed on Eren's face. That's where he'd seen you before—linked to the famous Onyankopon.

Eren and Ony were headlining for this highly anticipated boxing event, were they are facing each other in the ring. Throughout the years of both of their boxing Journeys, there have been very mild beef between the both of them. But nothing to Extreme.

"Hope you don’t mind me beating up your brother," Eren teased, flashing a mischievous grin at you. "Umm, I don’t think you will," you replied, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of your lips as you bantered back. With a subtle nod, you motioned for him to follow you back to the table where your belongings stood.

Eren obliged, his smile widening as he fell into step beside you. "So, what do you do?" "I'm in university right now. I want to become a dermatologist," you replied. "Oh, really? That's cool," Eren responded.

"Hey, so um," Eren interrupted you, halting your steps. You turned to face him, curious about what he had to say. His smile was infectious, and you found yourself returning it. "I was wondering if you'd want to talk more," he continued. “I would love to but my class is starting in a few minutes and..” you look at the paparazzi still flashing there cameras at him. “You also look busy.” You return your gaze back to him. He looks behind him and sulks. Their still here?

"Then can I get your number?" Eren asked, eager to continue talk to you more. Your smile widened at his request, flattered by his interest. With a playful glint in your eye, you reached out for his phone, causing a flicker of confusion to pass over his face. "For my number," you clarified with a smirk, enjoying teasing him just a little. "Oh, um, yeah," Eren stammered slightly, fumbling in his pockets until he located his phone. Once he retrieved it, he handed it over to you.

"Here ya go, honey," you said teasingly, handing Eren his phone back with a playful smile dancing on your lips. His cheeks flushed slightly at the nickname, caught off guard by the endearment. "Thank you, pretty," he replied, mustering up the courage to flirt back, his attempt at charm accompanied by a sheepish grin. As you prepared to leave, Eren's gaze lingered on you, reluctant to see you go. "Text me when you get home," he requested softly, his sincerity evident in his tone as he watched you pick your stuff up and leave.

A/n 𐙚🧸ྀི: ITS MARCH BREAK YALL IM FREEE !! I might make a part 2 of this😙

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mistydeyes · 9 months

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summary: You and Kyle are no longer two small kids running around in the flower garden, you've graduated and he's a Sergeant. Despite being each other's childhood love, you haven't spoken in years. What happens when life forces you back together again?

pairing: Gaz x childhood love! fem!Reader

warnings: swearing, alcoholism, mentions of grief/depression

a/n: this is it, we are at the end! thank you to all who have shown this series love and I hope you enjoy :)

🏷️ @the-faceless-bride @1234ilikecowsthanyoumore @justmare @crunchlite @sofasoap

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After Kyle's offer to spend the holiday, you stopped responding completely. Something about him saddened you. Whenever you picked up your phone to text, you were overcome by an overwhelming sense of hopelessness. When Kyle went back to university, you politely called his mother. "I know this sounds harsh but please tell Kyle not to visit me, it's too hard to see him right now," you spoke shakily. She tried to protest but you pleaded with her to follow your request. "Okay, Y/N, but please you have to see him sometime," and with that, she hung up the phone.

For the next five years, you would never see Kyle again. In the fall of 2015, you received word that he was graduating. Apparently, he had done so at the top of his class. His parents offered you the opportunity to come but you refused. Instead, you sent a bouquet of mountain laurel (ambition), purple cornflower (strength and health), coronilla (success crowns your wishes), and eucalyptus (protection). Weeks later, he texted saying he missed you and with a thank you for the bouquet. As you saw his smiling face with your bouquet in hand, you couldn't help but feel a piercing sense of sadness.

At the end of the school year, you left sixth form and were granted admission to the prestigious University of Oxford. No one thought you could do it but you were revived by the notification of your acceptance that November. You quietly went through the declaration of a major, deciding on Classics and English. Delilah's parents made sure you had the proper financials to attend and offered to manage the shop and home while you were 2 hours away in Oxford. By now, Lila was 20 and able to fully run the shop on her own. You fought with yourself over this decision before Delilah's parents sat you down and told you that you were going. You trusted them and they pushed you to leave, far away from your small town with shattered memories.

The next three years were uneventful, uni was divided into three terms and you would always return to your empty home during holiday. You took solace when you were at home and went about helping Lila with the store. Lila helped you when you needed her most. She kept you updated as you read your book assignments in your flat and collected the mail for you in your absence. As she promised, whenever you arrived home, there would be a pile of mail waiting for you. You would flip through the junk mail until you always found a postcard or letter addressed to you. Sometimes it was from the Garricks, wishing you well and hoping you would visit Manchester sometime. The other half of the time were letters from Kyle. When you were in sixth form, the letters were angry. He was hurt that you pushed him away and begged for you to talk to him. He asked why you stopped calling and told his mother to never visit. Once you transitioned to Uni, there were letters reminiscing over old memories and some updates on how he was doing. One time, you received a letter saying, "I did it, Y/N. I set a record," and you knew this was about his dream of joining the prestigious SAS. This letter sat on top of another card. Upon your graduation, he sent you a congratulations card with it. Inside it read,

"An old buddy of mine had a sibling graduate from Oxford and I saw your name in the program. Congratulations, flower girl! Just know that my family and your mum are so proud of you. Write me back when you get this!"

As you read the card, a part of you wanted to reply. You even went too far as to rummage some old stationery from your mum's room. However, when you went to write something on the page, you couldn't bring yourself to. And so in a vicious cycle, you always told yourself you would write or text back but the letters kept piling up in a drawer. Eventually, 4 years passed and you were home again, a degree and the forgotten pile of letters waiting for you.

In all reality, your Classics and English degree just offered you a distraction. You know we're working full-time to expand your mother's business. Both you and Lila had expanded to primarily online orders and offered shipping overseas. Your mother would be proud to see what a businesswoman you were.

That May you were helping Lila prepare a large order for a baby shower. You threw around baby's breath and wisterias for everlasting love and a welcoming invitation. She fashioned a crown out of the stems and presented it to you. "For my queen of the flowers," she said and you let out a hearty laugh. Lila had become like your older sister these last few years as was the only one who made you laugh like this. "Why thank you, madame," you said and bowed in return. As you began to clean up, you noticed your phone had lit up with a new voicemail. You leaned over and saw it was from Kyle. You could feel your face grow pale at the icon.

"Um Lila, I'll be right back," you said before pushing the backdoor open. You felt the warm afternoon sun on your face as you stared at your phone. You wrestled with the idea of answering it. Based on his last few correspondences, he was pleading for an answer but respected your wishes to not see him until you were ready. You sighed as you clicked the voicemail box.

"You have 1 NEW MESSAGE. Hey, Y/N it's been a while," you could hear him start to say. He sounded older, no longer having the squeaky voice like before. You couldn't imagine what he looked like now. "I know you said to give you time but I just wanted to call, it's been like what? Five years now. Anyways, I don't know what you've been up to or if this is even still your number but I'm back indefinitely. I'll be working in London so just call if you want to meet up. I could even come out to the country for some lemonade. I miss you and," you listened attentively to the last three words. "I love you."

You were a coward. Despite his message, you never responded. Just like the letters, seeing Kyle was too difficult. It was an insurmountable feat. You thought too much time had passed since you last spoke and he was a completely different person now. You drank yourself to sleep as you tried to force all memory of him out of your mind. Kyle deserved the best, better than you and your sad life could ever offer him. He left you another voicemail that you never listened to.

In October, you invited Lila over for some wine and butternut squash soup. You both formed a routine of weekly dinners and drinks. Eventually, you both settled up on the couch to flip the channels. News broke of the attack at Piccadilly later that evening. You both sat discussing plans for the upcoming autumn collection when you were interrupted by an emergency broadcast.

"What the hell?" you said as your eyes began to read the words on the screen. it notified the public of a situation at the Piccadilly Circus in London and your heart sank.

"Oh my god, all those people," Lila said and clasped her hands tightly together. Your ears started to ring as you remembered, Kyle, Kyle is in SAS, Kyle is in the SAS unit in London, KYLE IS IN LONDON. You fumbled for your phone as Lila spoke but you couldn't hear her. I have to make some calls.

You ran into the kitchen, leaving voicemail upon voicemail for him but to no avail. You silently cursed to yourself for never to returning his calls or letters. What if he was there? What if he got caught in the ensuing attack? Your mind flooded with worry as you dialed his mother. When she picked up you shouted, "Is he okay?" "We don't know dear but we'll keep you updated," she said and in the background, you could hear her husband attempting to find their son through emergency services. "I know we haven't spoken in a while," you swallowed, "but if you hear from him, tell him that I love him."

That night you couldn't sleep. You checked your phone constantly in hopes of receiving any good news. Around midnight, your phone buzzed with a text. It was from Kyle's dad, "His captain says he is safe but he's been reassigned, says we won't be hearing from him anytime soon." You sighed in relief but the text was cryptic. As you lay in bed, you wondered where the hell Kyle was going.

Weeks passed as London recovered, you checked the news constantly for updates and talked to Kyle's parents daily. Apparently, it wasn't a surprise to not hear from him for months on end. You felt guilty as you wished you stayed in touch for their sake. In all these years, you forgot that he was their son too and they had both lost their parents.

While they returned to civilian life, you were wracked with guilt as you plucked flowers from the greenhouse. This was your newest addition to the home and it housed flowers that were difficult to harvest in the fall and winter months. As you gently cut delicate periwinkles and daffodils and added them to the basket, you sighed at the blossoming petals. You picked a periwinkle and crushed it in your hand. With your hand sticky with syrup and pollen, you let out a few tears. As they mixed with the sickly blue color of the crushed petals, you silently begged the universe to bring Kyle home. You would trade all of this- all your flowers and the shop, just to have him home safe in his parent's arms.

It was early December and you were managing the shop alone. Lila had gone on holiday with her family and you worked tirelessly to prepare for the upcoming festivities. It was warm in your store as you turned the sign signaling you were closed for the day. You went to the back to prepare some orders for the next day and hummed a carol as you worked. Just as you bunched another wreath together, you could hear the door's bell chime. "Sorry I don't know if you saw the sign, but we're closed," you said, emerging from the back room. When you saw who it was, you almost dropped the pine leaves in your hand.

"Long time no see," he said and you saw him, it was Kyle. It was him, aged five years, looking tall and broader than you remembered him. Stubble adorned his face as his lips curved into a smile. You eyed his bruised knuckles and scarred forearms, taking in every piece of him.

"What are you doing here?" you asked, cautiously. "Do you want the long or the short version?" he replied and took a step towards you. Soon, he was standing in front of you, a hand gently placed on your cheek. He looked at you and you nodded silently agreeing to his actions. You softened to his touch as he placed his other hand on your waist.

"Either," you breathed in the small space you found yourself in. "Well, the short version is that I needed to do two things. The first is to pick up a wreath for my mother, and the second is because I've wasted too much time not doing this." Before you could reply, he leaned down and you felt his soft lips on yours. Your eyes widened upon the sensation, tasting hints of hot chocolate on his tongue. He moved his hands to your back and pulled you into him. You quickly found yourself holding his biceps, feeling how strong he had gotten during all this time.

When you parted, you still maintained the embrace. You looked into his eyes, he was searching yours for a response. “I need a second,” you said as you rushed back into the prep room. Tears rolled down your face as your mind was clouded with a mix of emotions. Unlike when you left Kyle with a dying Nana, he followed you. “Y/N, talk to me,” he begged as you collapsed against a refrigerator holding cut flowers. “Why did you come here, Kyle?” you asked through tears, he joined you and held your hand as he explained. “I told you already,” he said softly but you wouldn’t accept that answer. “Why did you really come here?” you pleaded.

“I came here because I’ve loved you ever since I was a kid. I knew I loved you when you shoved your bouquet in my hands and explained to me every single one. I loved you when you caught me with your sticky hands and stuck marigolds in my hair. I tried to tell you when it was your birthday and I made that cake for you. I even dated someone who reminded me of you because I thought you only saw me as a friend. I spent the last 5 years trying to move on but whenever I fell asleep I would always dream of you smiling at me from a garden we planted together,” he said and your tears continued to fall as he described all the moments he was hopelessly falling for you. You couldn’t fathom how blind you both had been for all those years. Silence filled the air as Kyle held your hands tightly and you avoided his gaze. Finally, you found the strength to speak.

"I'm sorry," you began to say. "You're sorry?" he said confused, "Did I do something wrong?" You shook your head as you tried to escape his grip. "No, I'm sorry we grew apart. I'm sorry I pushed you away. I'm sorry I didn't go to your graduation and spend the holidays with you. I'm sorry for letting go," you whispered. You were ashamed to look at him and tried to leave his piercing gaze. He let go of you slightly, only to hold your chin to look up at him. "I'm sorry for leaving," he whispered back, "I learned a lot while I was gone. I lost good friends, I'm not letting another one get away," he finished before giving you a small kiss. You were speechless, a whirlwind of happy and melancholy emotions. Before Kyle could respond with concern you spoke for him. "Dogwood blossom, love undiminished by adversity."

"I'll do you one better," he said before pulling out a phlox blossom from his pocket. "Phlox, our souls are united." After two decades, you finally were able to kiss him, your Kyle, the neighborhood boy with marigolds in his hair.

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#kyle gaz garrick #gaz x reader #kyle garrick x reader #task force 141 x reader #task force 141 #cod x reader #call of duty modern warfare #cod mwii #modern warfare 2 #call of duty #mw2 imagine #madebyizzie #gaz imagine #kyle garrick imagine #mw2 #izzie is writing

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david-talks-sw · 11 months

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Hey,

I saw your post in which you defended Mace Windu and it is such a good post. Thank you.

At the moment I debate with someone on twitter and it is super frustrating because they are saying Mace is a potential villain because he hates the Sith and wants to kill Anakin in episode I (even through he doesn't admit it).

I'm slightly shocked that someone thinks like this. Could you maybe help me to argue that Mace isn't a villain and a potential child killer?

Hey there!

I appreciate you asking me this, but honestly it looks to me like this is a debate you just won't "win" and you should quit while you're ahead.

Firstly, because those are two arguments so ridiculous and baseless that they have to either

be made in bad faith, AKA you're arguing with someone who's literally grasping at straws and making bullshit arguments for the sake of having the last tweet. In which case you can quit interacting with them because this is a victory in and of itself.

be made by someone completely insane and/or who has made their own headcanon about it. In which case, you might as well quit because there's no way you'll change this person's mind.

But, secondly, being pro-Jedi on Twitter is hell.

I'm not kidding, there's literally SO many people who think the point of the Prequels is the Jedi's failure that if you try to dispel the notion, a rain of (factually incorrect) anti-Jedi arguments falls floods your notifications, and it inevitably devolves into "this guy missed the point of the Prequels".

I'm training myself more and more to take a page out of the Jedi's book and just "let go" because the shit I see sometimes is just infuriating. Like this one, I saw last night:

Out of 154 collected quotes where George Lucas talks about the Jedi, their relationship with Anakin and their rules (namely the attachment one), he is only critical about them twice.

TWICE! OUT OF 154!

But I didn't reply to this.

I drafted the tweet, then deleted it because this is such a big subject that you're not gonna be able to dispel it with a single tweet (and fuck getting Twitter blue, are you crazy? but even if you did, you really think anyone will read your essay of a tweet?)

And also because last year, I got into an argument re: if Qui-Gon was a better master for Anakin than Obi-Wan (my opinion is "nope"). And I argued the hell out of my case. You know what I got in return?

Fucking nothing.

All I got was the people I was arguing against (who kept piling on on like the 5th tweet in a thread instead of reading everything from the beginning, which was messy in and of itself) just... stop replying.

At some point when you're in that deep, you think it'll inevitably end with your "opponent" going:

'well argued sir, you have completely changed my mind for I have now seen the truth; jolly good show'.

Instead all you get is... nothing. They stop replying.

You don't get the satisfaction of an admission of defeat and you don't wanna be the person spamming "WELL?! NOTHING TO SAY?!" because that's just pathetic.

So all you're left with is an hour of your life gone, WASTED proving "I know more about a fictional universe than you, Internet stranger".

My suggestion is: break the wheel, turn that outrage into creativity and instead of getting into debates with people whose minds you'll never change, write a fanfic/draw a comic/shoot a short film that will transfer the emotions you feel re: Windu to anyone witnessing it.

It's a much more productive approach than arguing with someone whose either grasping at straws or genuinely thinks MACE WANTED TO KILL A CHILD????!!! 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

#twitter scares me #in defense of the jedi #in defense of mace windu #QnA

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vine-and-fig-tree · 2 days

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As a university founded in 1948 by the American Jewish community to counter antisemitism and quotas on Jewish enrollment in higher education, Brandeis has been committed to protecting the safety of all its students, and, in the current atmosphere, we are proud of the supports we have in place to allow Jewish students to thrive. Due to the current climate on many campuses around the world, we are now expanding the opportunity for students to seek the learning environment of our campus by extending the transfer application deadline to May 31, with notification by July 1. We are encouraging prospective transfer students to visit our Admissions website for more information.

#antisemitism #leftist antisemitism #campus antisemitism #signal boost #jewish students

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dreaminginthedeepsouth · 8 months

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[women protesting SCOTUS overturning Roe v. Wade]

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LETTERS FROM AN AMERICAN

HEATHER COX RICHARDSON

AUG 26, 2023

On this date in 1920, the U.S. Secretary of State received the official notification from the governor of Tennessee that his state had ratified the Nineteenth Amendment to the Constitution. Tennessee was the 36th state to ratify the amendment, and the last one necessary to make the amendment the law of the land once the secretary of state certified it. He did that as soon as he received the notification, making this date the anniversary of the day the Nineteenth Amendment was ratified.

The new amendment was patterned on the Fifteenth Amendment protecting the right of Black men to vote, and it read:

“The right of citizens of the United States to vote shall not be denied or abridged by the United States or by any State on account of sex.

“Congress shall have power to enforce this article by appropriate legislation.”

Like the momentum for the Fifteenth Amendment, the push for rights for women had taken root during the Civil War as women backed the United States armies with their money, buying bonds and paying taxes; with their loved ones, sending sons and husbands and fathers to the war front; with their labor, working in factories and fields and taking over from men in the nursing and teaching professions; and even with their lives, spying and fighting for the Union. In the aftermath of the war, as the divided nation was rebuilt, many of them expected they would have a say in how it was reconstructed.

But to their dismay, the Fourteenth Amendment explicitly tied the right to vote to “male” citizens, inserting the word “male” into the Constitution for the first time.

Boston abolitionist Julia Ward Howe, the author of the Battle Hymn of the Republic, was outraged. The laws of the age gave control of her property and her children to her abusive husband, and while far from a rabble-rouser, she wanted the right to adjust those laws so they were fair. In this moment, it seemed the right the Founders had articulated in the Declaration of Independence—the right to consent to the government under which one lived—was to be denied to the very women who had helped preserve the country, while white male Confederates and now Black men both enjoyed that right.

“The Civil War came to an end, leaving the slave not only emancipated, but endowed with the full dignity of citizenship. The women of the North had greatly helped to open the door which admitted him to freedom and its safeguard, the ballot. Was this door to be shut in their face?” Howe wondered.

The next year, Elizabeth Cady Stanton and Susan B. Anthony formed the National Woman Suffrage Association, and six months later, Lucy Stone and Julia Ward Howe founded the American Woman Suffrage Association.

The National Woman Suffrage Association wanted a larger reworking of gender roles in American society, drawing from the Seneca Falls Convention that Stanton had organized in 1848.

That convention’s Declaration of Sentiments, patterned explicitly on the Declaration of Independence, asserted that “all men and women are created equal” and that “the history of mankind is a history of repeated injuries and usurpations on the part of man toward woman, having in direct object the establishment of an absolute tyranny over her,” listing the many ways in which men had “fraudulently deprived [women] of their most sacred rights” and insisting that women receive “immediate admission to all the rights and privileges which belong to them as citizens of these United States.”

While the National Woman Suffrage Association excluded men from its membership, the American Woman Suffrage Association made a point of including men equally, as well as Black woman suffragists, to indicate that they were interested in the universal right to vote and only in that right, believing the rest of the rights their rivals demanded would come through voting.

The women’s suffrage movement had initial success in the western territories, both because lawmakers there were hoping to attract women for their male-heavy communities and because the same lawmakers were furious at the growing noise about Black voting. Wyoming Territory granted women the vote in 1869, and lawmakers in Utah Territory followed suit in 1870, expecting that women would vote against polygamy there. When women in fact supported polygamy, Utah lawmakers tried unsuccessfully to take their vote away, and the movement for women’s suffrage in the West slowed dramatically.

Suffragists had hopes of being included in the Fifteenth Amendment, but when they were not, they decided to test their right to vote under the Fourteenth Amendment in the 1872 election. According to its statement that anyone born in the U.S. was a citizen, they were certainly citizens and thus should be able to vote. In New York state, Susan B. Anthony voted successfully but was later tried and convicted—in an all-male courtroom in which she did not have the right to testify—for the crime of voting.

In Missouri a voting registrar named Reese Happersett refused to permit suffragist Virginia Minor to register. Minor sued Happersett, and the case went all the way to the Supreme Court. The justices handed down a unanimous decision in 1875, deciding that women were indeed citizens but that citizenship did not necessarily convey the right to vote.

This decision meant the fat was in the fire for Black Americans in the South, as it paved the way for white supremacists to keep them from the polls in 1876. But it was also a blow to suffragists, who recast their claims to voting by moving away from the idea that they had a human right to consent to their government, and toward the idea that they would be better and more principled voters than the Black men and immigrants who, under the law anyway, had the right to vote.

For the next two decades, the women’s suffrage movement drew its power from the many women’s organizations put together across the country by women of all races and backgrounds who came together to stop excessive drinking, clean up the sewage in city streets, protect children, stop lynching, and promote civil rights.

Black women like educator Mary Church Terrell and journalist Josephine St. Pierre Ruffin, publisher of the Woman’s Era, brought a broad lens to the movement from their work for civil rights, but they could not miss that Black women stood in between the movements for Black rights and women’s rights, a position scholar Kimberlé Crenshaw would identify In the twentieth century as “intersectionality.”

In 1890 the two major suffrage associations merged into the National American Woman Suffrage Association and worked to change voting laws at the state level. Gradually, western states and territories permitted women to vote in certain elections until by 1920, Colorado, Utah, Wyoming, Idaho, Washington, California, Oregon, Arizona, Kansas, Alaska Territory, Montana, and Nevada recognized women’s right to vote in at least some elections.

Suffragists recognized that action at the federal level would be more effective than a state-by-state strategy. The day before Democratic president Woodrow Wilson was inaugurated in 1913, they organized a suffrage parade in Washington, D.C., that grabbed media attention. They continued civil disobedience to pressure Wilson into supporting their movement.

Still, it took another war effort, that of World War I, which the U.S. entered in 1917, to light a fire under the lawmakers whose votes would be necessary to get a suffrage amendment through Congress and send it off to the states for ratification. Wilson, finally on board as he faced a difficult midterm election in 1918, backed a constitutional amendment, asking congressmen: “Shall we admit them only to a partnership of suffering and sacrifice and toil and not to a partnership of privilege and right?”

Congress passed the measure in a special session on June 4, 1919, and Tennessee’s ratification on August 18, 1920, made it the law of the land as soon as the official notice was in the hands of the secretary of state. Twenty-six million American women had the right to vote in the 1920 presidential election.

Crucially, as the Black suffragists had known all too well when they found themselves caught between the drives for Black male voting and women’s suffrage, Jim Crow and Juan Crow laws meant that most Black women and women of color would remain unable to vote for another 45 years. And yet they never stopped fighting for that right. For all that the speakers at the 1963 March on Washington for Jobs and Equality were men, in fact women like Fannie Lou Hamer, Amelia Boynton, Rosa Parks, Viola Liuzzo, and Constance Baker Motley were key organizers of voting rights initiatives, spreading information, arranging marches, sparking key protests, and preparing legal cases.

And now women are the crucial demographic going into the 2024 elections. Democratic strategist Simon Rosenberg noted in June that there was a huge spike of women registering to vote after the Supreme Court in June 2022 overturned the 1973 Roe v. Wade decision recognizing the constitutional right to abortion, and that Democratic turnout has exceeded expectations ever since.

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LETTERS FROM AN AMERICAN

HEATHER COX RICHARDSON

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*crawls up from the depths of the earth*

So. 25 days away. That’s definitely by far the longest I’ve spent outside of this hellhole.

Damn, did I miss it.

Anyway! I’m finally able to stay that my apartment is 100% set and my new life in Tokyo has stabilized! Which means I’m at long last ready to come back here.

Y’all won’t believe how much has happened in this meantime, but perhaps I can give a brief summary:

First of all, moving out of Osaka was almost an odyssey. In order to rent a place here in Japan as a student, you need to prove your student status by submitting either your student ID or entrance exam approval certificate. In my case, the entrance exam results came out in the beginning of March, which gave me next to no time to find an apartment. Luckily, I managed to secure myself a place within two weeks, but there was a problem: I had to leave the school dorm that I was living in on the 26th of March, no delays allowed, yet my contract with the new apartment in Tokyo would only begin on April 1st. I also had to be in Tokyo on March 30th and April 1st for guidance and admission procedures. No, these could not be done online (Japan do be like that).

So my solution was: I would go to Tokyo on the 30th and stay at a hotel for three days until I could move into my new apartment. In that meantime, I would get myself a bed so that I at least had a place to sleep until I could settle my stuff into the new home. And from the 26th to the 30th, I stayed at a friend's place. Except my friend's apartment was too tiny to accomodate my luggage, so I packed everything into boxes and asked another friend to keep it for me. During these three days, I stappled my name and address onto the suitcases and boxes and mailed them one by one to Tokyo via convenience store delivery service.

From April 1st onward, all of my time was dedicated into learning how my university works and what the grad school program is like, while simultaneously getting my new home ready. Which meant unpacking all my luggage and boxes and putting everything in place, assembling the new bed, purchasing home appliances and setting them up, getting a Wi-Fi router, cleaning up the room and getting rid of bugs/mold, buying material for the new school year, grocery shopping for a basic pantry, etc. Meanwhile, I also had to do all the fun paperwork thing that Japanese institutions love. Had to go to the city hall, both in Osaka before moving and in Tokyo after moving, in order to get my new address on my residence card and a new health care insurance. And of course, the university also requires paperwork, as in course registration, notification of Master's thesis title and submitting a copy of my certificate of residence to prove that I now live in Tokyo. All of this took about ten days. And then classes started.

It's been a week since the beginning of the semester. I can say that I'm now fully acclimated to the university, the classes and the teachers. Finally, I can rest. And by rest I mean logging into this pit of insanity and willingly losing whatever braincells I have left.

Starting by answering the asks that I've left unanswered all this time. I'm very sorry for the delay and thanks for bearing with me!

#personal

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Hi!! Good day, how are you?

May I ask if you still take requests?

Yeah! I've been writing drafts/outlines for future things and I usually write my chapters in my downtime. I also have university admissions coming in so my schedule is wonky. However, I have notifs turned on for my phone so I get just about anything unless tumblr is a dumbass and eats something

tldr: yes, they're open :)

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DREAMS OF DRACULA: AN IMMERSIVE VAMPIRE MASQUERADE Debuts This October in New York City

Prepare to experience the legendary tale of Dracula like never before! This Halloween, Never More Immersive (the innovative theatrical experience production company), Bucket Listers (the popular media experience brand behind the New York Bucket List) and Musica, the largest nightclub in New York City have joined forces to recreate the storied Dracula universe as a brand new vampire theatrical.

Dreams of Dracula: An Immersive Masquerade Experience will feature two floors and six rooms across 25,000 square feet, a choose-your-own adventure journey through history’s most famous vampire. This innovative production of the beloved Bram Stoker classic will begin previews September 22nd and open October 4th in Hell’s Kitchen (Musica NYC: 637 W 50th Street, New York, NY 10019) and play through November 11th.

Guests are invited to step into the dreamtime, the shadow world between sleep, nightmares, and ecstasy. Bear witness to a secret society of the dark arts and explore a world beyond the borders of conscious reality: terror, forbidden desires, and hypnotic dreams await. Expect an evening that not only retells the gothic Dracula story, but encases it amongst the very Dark Romantic literary traditions that inspired Stoker himself. Walk through the darkness and come face to face with the likes of the Brides Of Dracula, or maybe even Mary Shelley and Lord Byron. Or take in the entrancing seductions of Dracula’s ballet as it unfolds around you.

Dreams of Dracula is a heady mix of immersive theater, dance, and decadent masquerade. With the language and symbols of dreams woven throughout the show, guests might encounter having their own dreams analyzed, lend their hand in co-writing a gothic ghost story, or have a poem composed in tribute to their beauty. Guests 21+ will also be granted access into the Oscar Wilde Salon to imbibe in a variety of decadent themed cocktails where they will be entertained by Oscar and his very wilde friends! A custom Dreams of Dracula app built by Shivoo Studios will allow guests to further interact with their dreams as an augmented reality post experience after the show.

Friday and Saturday nights are Black Tie affairs. For all other performances, basic black will be required for admission. Fabulous gothic or Victorian costumes are also very much encouraged. All guests will be provided with their own mask based on their ticket level. Black masks for GA tickets, gold for VIP, and platinum for very special guests who purchase one of two private boxes available. Private boxes feature a luxurious private room graced with two way mirrors, so our box guests can watch the story unfolding, but remain unseen, in their own private space. The box also features bottle service, a dedicated attendant, and exclusive interactions with the cast. Tickets will be available exclusively through Bucket Listers. Join the waitlist now and be first to receive notification of on sale. Full ticket and show run details available here.

WHAT: Dreams of Dracula: An Immersive Masquerade Experience Written and Directed by Jonathan Albert and Nicole Coady Choreography by Arianne Meneses General Management by Mott/Fischer Productions WHERE: Musica NYC 637 W 50th Street, New York, NY 10019 WHEN: Previews begin: September 22nd Open: October 4th - November 11th DETAILS: Must be 18+ to enter. All sales are final. No refunds or exchanges. Be Warned: Hypnosis, tarot readings, scary tales, darkness, flashing lights, thunder, lightning, and blood will be a part of the experience

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In the Absence of Everything! For the WIP Wednesday Game! :D

Featuring: the unbearable horror of getting an email

Cautiously, as though it was a wild animal, I approached the laptop. I opened it. The screen lit up, and the machinery inside hummed to life— so far so good. A few tabs and apps opened automatically, rebooting themselves after a long slumber. A notification appeared in the corner: I had mail. My heart drummed a syncopated tempo into my ears. The email sat right at the top of my sparse inbox. It was from the University of San Fransisco. The subject line read re: admission status. My breath caught in my throat. With shaking fingers, I opened the email.

#wip wednesday #wip: in the absence of everything

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satbiym · 2 years

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People talk about how important it is to comment, and as a writer, I agree. But I also wanna point out that commenting isn't a one-way avenue for gratification. I cannot begin to list out how many times I have opened my inbox and seen "Reply to your comment on..." and had my heart jump in surprised delight because the author (or sometimes!!! Extra-delightfully, another reader!!!!!!) decided to reply to my comment. Even a simple and sweet "thanks! ur comment made my day" from the author leaves me flying high for a bit because look!!! They gave me joy with their writing and I was able to pay it forward and share some of my grateful happiness back with them!!

And ofc i think all authors have the valid option to not reply to comments for whatever reason, and i don't begrudge any of the authors who have never replied to my comments, as long as they have felt my grateful appreciation for them and their work that helped me feel alive, even just for a moment, in this gosh darn bitch of a world.

And it's so cool because it makes me feel so engaged and like I'm in some way contributing to the community I identify with and spend a significant part of my days in. Leaving comments and occasionally getting those reply to your comment ao3 emails helps me disconnect my need to be constantly "productive" in fandom - as if THAT is the price of admission into fandom community, fuck capitalism honestly - with my actual engagement in fandom.

Leaving comments for me is moving to a new apartment in a city you have never lived in for your first job and being so nervous about your welcome that you are choking on it, wanting to do something to make things better and to feel like you could belong here, are wanted here. So you do your best to smile at your neighbors and open the door for that person going out with too many bags and not even hands to hold them in, and you make small talk with the doorman, hoping against hope that if you do this enough, that this new place (metaphorical and physical) that you've wandered your way into isn't actively resenting your presence.

Leaving comments to me is being grateful for getting that job, that apartment you now live in. It's doing your best to give back the goodwill from the universe you have received and pay it forward by being good and kind and nodding when you catch the same person's gaze two days in a row at your building's lobby. It's a no expectation act of humanity and placemaking.

But, getting a reply notification to my comment is like trudging up to the lift, shoulders weary from all the energy you had to use up today to try and carve out a space for yourself, and walking up to your apartment door only to see on top of the bare space in front of ur doorstep where a welcome mat would normally be - something you haven't gotten around to buying yet - a blue tupperware box with a post it note welcoming you to the building, courtesy of a neighbor whose name and flat number you don't recognize.

And suddenly you have more energy than you had a minute ago. For, it's good to start off with learning how to carry your home on your back wherever you go and to practice making a shelter for urself when it's raining outside

But it's even better when someone smiles at you in welcome, saying you can put your tools down now, come in from the rain and sit down and have some tea I've been keeping warm for you.

And you think, Oh I didn't need to earn that cup? Oh, you remembered and followed up about something I said in the last comment? Oh. Maybe I really should go and buy that welcome mat after all.

#mypost #fandom #comment culture #fanfiction #writing #my thoughts #mywriting

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I hope this isn’t too weird, I don’t have anyone to ask this and you’re super kind to us, your followers, so I felt comfortable asking you if that’s okay. Um I sent my fafsa to my local community college a week ago and haven’t heard back. It’s the only college I’m applying for and going to. It’s for the summer term, so I’m really feeling the pressure for this to get done so I can register for classes. It’s my first year for college.

Anyways my question is, do you (or maybe your followers) know if it is too soon to send a follow up email to admissions (or to financial aid office) inquiring about it?

Thank you. I hope you’re having a nice day :)

Hi! It's not weird and I know how anxious those kinds of things can make you from experience. It's not too soon to send a follow up email, just to confirm they've received your application (and ask them for a general time line of when you can expect notification, aid disbursement letter, etc.). If I remember right I got a confirmation email from fafsa within a week, but my aid disbursement letter didn't come (via email) from my university until right before the semester started.

Good luck with your first year of college!

#bec talks

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KUK B.Ed Courses and Fee 2024: Eligibility, Admission

Introduction

Kurukshetra University, renowned for its commitment to academic excellence, offers Bachelor of Education (B.Ed.) courses, providing aspiring educators with a solid foundation for their teaching careers. As the academic session approaches, understanding the eligibility criteria, admission procedures, and key dates for these courses is essential for prospective applicants. This article provides a comprehensive overview of KUK's B.Ed. courses and fees for 2024, guiding aspiring educators through the admission process.

B.Ed. Courses Offered

KUK offers B.Ed. courses with various specializations, catering to the diverse interests and career aspirations of prospective educators. These specializations may include:

B.Ed. in Elementary Education: Focused on equipping teachers with the foundational understanding and pedagogical competencies required for teaching on the basic degree.

B.Ed. in Special Education: Geared in the direction of making ready educators to cater to the needs of college students with numerous abilities and master demanding situations.

B.Ed. in English: Designed for individuals desiring to teach English language and literature at various instructional levels.

B.Ed. in Mathematics: aimed at nurturing educators gifted in coaching arithmetic ideas and fostering analytical thinking among students.

B.Ed. in Science: Tailored for those inclined toward teaching science topics, which include physics, chemistry, biology, and environmental technological know-how.

B.Ed. in Social Studies: Focusing on the complete information and powerful teaching of subjects consisting of history, geography, civics, and economics.

B.Ed. in Physical Education: Dedicated to developing educators with expertise in selling bodily fitness, sportsmanship, and holistic well-being among students.

Eligibility Criteria

To embark on the adventure toward obtaining a B.Ed. diploma from KUK, prospective applicants must satisfy the prescribed eligibility standards. While unique necessities may additionally vary based on the selected specialization, the general eligibility criteria commonly encompass:

Possession of a bachelor's diploma in any discipline from an identified university.

· A bachelor's degree in any discipline from a recognized university with a minimum aggregate score, usually around 50%.

· Candidates belonging to reserved categories may be eligible for relaxation in the minimum qualifying marks as per university norms.

· Proficiency in the English language is often preferred, especially for specializations such as English language teaching.

Admission Procedure

Navigating the admission procedure for KUK's B.Ed. courses calls for candidates to observe an established method, making sure to adhere to college tips and timelines. The admissions process typically unfolds through the following steps:

Application Form: KUK releases the utility paperwork for B.Ed. admission online on its reputable website. Prospective applicants need to meticulously fill out the application form, present accurate statistics, and finish all required fields.

Online Registration: Upon completing the application form, applicants are required to sign in online at the college's admission portal. This step involves the advent of a unique login ID and password, facilitating, in addition, communication and tracking of application reputation.

Document Submission: As part of the net utility manner, applicants ought to add scanned copies of vital documents, including instructional certificates, mark sheets, identification evidence, recent photographs, and signatures. Adherence to particular guidelines concerning record format and size is crucial to ensure smooth processing.

Application Fee: To finalize the utility, candidates have to pay the prescribed utility rate through the designated charge techniques. Details regarding the fee quantity and charge instructions are supplied within the admission notification or at the university's internet site.

Entrance Exam (if applicable): KUK may additionally conduct an entrance exam for admission to the B.Ed. program, particularly in instances in which the number of candidates exceeds the to-be-had seats. Candidates ought to prepare diligently for the doorway check, acquainting themselves with the exam syllabus, sample, and essential dates.

Merit List and Counseling: Based on the performance within the front examination (if applicable) or the benefit of qualifying examinations, KUK prepares an advantage list comprising shortlisted candidates. Subsequently, decided applicants are invited to participate in the counseling system, where they can pick their favored university and course primarily based on seat availability.

Final Admission: Upon completion of the counseling process, selected candidates are required to satisfy the final admission formalities. This generally involves fees for admission costs, verification of documents, and submission of any extra required forms. Admitted students can then embark on their journey in the direction of obtaining a B.Ed. diploma from KUK.

Important Dates

Aspiring candidates must stay updated with the important dates related to KUK's B.Ed. admission for the 2024 academic session.

Release of B.Ed. Admission Notification: Typically in April or May.

Commencement of Online Application: Usually in May or June.

Last Date for Online Application: Typically in June or July.

Entrance Exam (if applicable): Conducted in July or August.

Merit List Publication: Usually in August or September.

Counseling and Admission Process: Conducted from September onwards.

Conclusion

Aspiring educators keen on pursuing B.Ed. courses at Kurukshetra University, Kurukshetra, must familiarize themselves with the eligibility criteria, admission procedures, and important dates for the 2023 academic session. By adhering to the outlined guidelines and staying updated with university notifications, prospective candidates can navigate through the admission process smoothly, paving the way for a rewarding career in education.

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