#15th Amendment

[whenweallvote]

#OTD in 1870: The 15th Amendment to the U.S. Constitution was ratified, granting Black men the right to vote — five years after the 13th amendment formally abolished slavery across the country.

The 15th Amendment states that “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 race, color, or previous condition of servitude.”

Although ratified in 1870, the promise of the 15th Amendment was not fully realized until almost 100 years later. Voter suppression was rampant for Black Americans through tactics like voter intimidation, poll taxes, and literacy tests. It wasn’t until the Voting Rights Act of 1965 that the majority of Black people in the South were finally able to exercise their right to vote for the first time. It’s been over 150 years since the 15th Amendment was ratified, and Black Americans around the country are STILL fighting for equitable access to the ballot box. The fight for our vote continues.

[thundergrace]

angelarye Please take a moment to listen as Justice Jackson GATHERS the Alabama Solicitor General! It’s never too late to learn race was taken into account for the 14th and 15th Amendments. ✊🏾💕

[bumblebeeappletree]

Ketanji Brown Jackson has been on the Supreme Court bench for a week — and she's already making waves.

Justice Jackson spoke thoughtfully about the 13th, 14th & 15th amendments during an Oct 4 hearing in the case Merrill v. Milligan. The case centers around Alabama’s redistricting plan after the 2020 census. AL’s new map creates only one district with majority-Black voters, even though roughly a quarter of the state’s population is Black.

Two groups of AL voters and civil rights organizations sued the GOP officials responsible for the map, saying it unfairly weakened the voting rights of marginalized groups.

During SCOTUS oral arguments on the case, attorneys arguing in favor of the map claimed it was designed in a ‘race-neutral’ way, which led Justice Jackson to point out that the 14th Amendment was never intended to be race-neutral.

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#scotus #politics #KetanjiBrownJackson #News #NowThis

[firealder2005]

so this was for a school assignment, where I explain some of the Amendments through memes

tell me which one is your fav :3

then a couple general memes related to this :3

this was not part of the assignment but remember to check your voter registration.

also daily clicks. because free palestine.

[chrisshields18]

Roots: The Next Generations.

[thebreakfastgenie]

I'm unironically pro-flag burning because I think living in a country that legally protects your right to protest it is good.

[sacramentohistorymuseum]

On June 19, 1865, Union troops arrived in Galveston, Texas, and Major General Gordon Granger announced the end of the Civil War and that the enslaved people in the town were free. This was the last area in the South to receive the orders that slavery was abolished, and this announcement came over 2.5 years after President Abraham Lincoln issued the Emancipation Proclamation. What has become known as Juneteenth is now a federal holiday since 2021 and it is a symbolic date representing the African American struggle for freedom and equality in the United States and is also a celebration of family and community.

You might ask, what is important about Juneteenth to California history? Slavery was a major topic discussed at the California Constitutional Convention in September 1849. While California did enter the Union on September 9, 1850 as a “free state” as part of Congress’ Compromise of 1850, slavery did exist in California and there were certainly protections under the law that were not awarded to all people. Many enslaved people were brought to California during the Gold Rush.

Early Black civil rights leaders in Sacramento in the 1850s, such as Daniel Blue, Jeremiah B. Sanderson, William Yates, Charles Hackett, and Joseph Smallwood confronted political challenges and sought further representation in California in a time when a Person of Color could not testify against a white person in court. Early California newspapers were full of accounts of enslaved people paying for their freedom, testimonies by anti-slavery and civil rights activists, and stories covering plaintiffs suing for freedom. Elements of slavery continued in California through the Civil War.

The Emancipation Proclamation, General Granger’s announcement, and the 13th, 14th, and 15th Amendments to the U.S. Constitution after the Civil War did not solve issues of freedom and equality. The struggle of civil rights continued through the 20th Century and the extension of those rights to all people continues to this day.

For today, Jared letterpress printed “JUNETEENTH” in 30 line pica wood type. The typeface is French Clarendon and the type was made by the Hamilton Wood Type Company in the late 1880s. This was printed with yellow, red, and green ink using our Washington hand press, which was made in 1852.

[prokopetz]

The reason why we're suddenly seeing a bunch of indie video games – particularly American indie video games – using vintage music is because the US finally has a public domain in sound recordings.

For context, until 1972, there was no federal copyright regime in the US for sound recordings; intellectual property law for sound recordings was devolved to the individual states, meaning there were fifty different sets of rules that might apply to any given recording, and some states allowed sound recordings to be protected for an indefinite term – i.e., in essence, perpetual copyright without expiration.

What changed in 1972 was the Sound Recording Amendment, which established unified federal copyright on sound recordings for the first time, but which allowed any pre-existing state-level copyrights for sound recordings published prior to February 15th, 1972 to run for their full term. Since most state-level sound recording copyrights had no fixed term (see above), this was capped at the "publication plus 95 years" rule which applies to other federal copyrights – with the twist that the 95-year cap on previously perpetual sound recording copyrights would count from 1972, not from the date of publication.

This effectively meant that no sound recordings in the US would enter the public domain until February 15th, 2067 – which doesn't do anyone a whole lot of good right now!

Fast forward to 2018, when another piece of federal legislation, the Music Modernisation Act, was passed. Though this act was mainly concerned with streaming royalties and such, it also contained provisions to grandfather certain sound recordings into the public domain earlier than the Sound Recording Amendment's all-or-nothing 2067 deadline. Specifically:

On January 1st, 2022, all sound recordings published before 1923 would enter the public domain

Sound recording published from 1923 through 1946 will enter the public domain 100 years after the date of first publication

Sound recordings published from 1947 through 1956 will enter the public domain 110 years after the date of first publication

In practice, what this means is:

All sound recordings first published before 1923 entered the public domain last year, on January 1st, 2022;

This year, 2023, is a "gap year" in which no sound recordings enter the public domain (i.e., being the 100th and final year of protection for sound recordings first published in 1923); and

On January 1st of next year – that is, January 1st of 2024 – new batches of sound recordings will begin to enter the US public domain on a yearly basis for the first time in history, starting with sound recordings first published in 1923.

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gestures & rain checks

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pre-story author's note: Yes I am very aware that it's been a solid month since Valentine's Day. Yes I am still posting this 🫡

Summary: It feels like your friends are getting plucked away from you one by one as their respective (or in Nat's case prospective) partners make grand gestures to ask them to be their Valentine.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 4.8k

Warning/s: language (nope still not sorry, Rogers); mentions of alcohol; tooth-rotting fluff; gun use [let me know if I missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: Morgan being a precious beb; himbo!Thor hours; lowkey sad Reader hours; chaotic group chat vibes in the end

You always had a distaste for this day. Valentine's Day. To you, it was the one day a year that you would do everything in your power not to step outside because it reeked of flowers and chocolate marked up to the heavens for merchants to take advantage of last minute gift shoppers hoping to make a gesture big enough that their crush would let them score at the end of the night. Or guys buying extravagant and ridiculously large arrangements to make amends for wronging their partner as if a 10-foot tall teddy bear was gonna magically press some Undo button of him going on Hinge or Tinder and talking up a dozen other girls on the side.

There was one year that you let slip around Nat and Wanda that this day "smelled like a cemetery" with all the bouquets that bombarded you the second you exited the perimeter of the Compound. Hell, the second you left the main section that housed you and the rest of the Avengers. And you stood by that opinion stubbornly, mostly because you'd only ever witnessed flowers being given when someone was desperately trying to glue back together the pieces of a severely damaged relationship.

And also because no one had ever given you flowers in your entire life. Or chocolates. Or a teddy bear. All your past relationships were with men who were still mentally and emotionally boys that believed emojis and gifs sufficed and were as good as the real thing. Nary a single soul had ever actually spent a lick of time or effort to give you something that told you they deserved your time and effort in turn.

And after so many years of being barely an afterthought, the day just felt like this entity that you resented to an irrational degree, where all you wanted was to lay in bed and wait it out until the clock struck 12 and it was February 15th. Then you could go on a hunt for all the overpriced chocolate that suddenly got their prices slashed by 50% or more.

That was the plan again for this year, had it not been for both Nat and Wanda barging in to your apartment and practically dressing you up like you were their own life-sized definitely seen some better days Barbie doll. "Come on, we can go and have a Galentine's Day 2. Maybe hit up a club and get some free drinks…" the assassin trailed off, zipping up your dress and playfully swatting your ass to nudge you forward. "March on, soldier."

The common area was nearly bare and eerily quiet when you all got there, which made perfect sense considering that most of your teammates who were happily committed to someone were off spending their day together, probably executing their own personal twists on those cliched gestures of adoration. Knowing Tony, that would probably consist of a two-storey tall stuffed bunny or a lavish new vacation house as a nice private little getaway spot for him and Pepper when they wanted to have a date night.

Only Morgan and Shaun were at the big dining table by the kitchen, the little girl working on bracelets with the martial artist nursing a cup of coffee while he handed her beads to add to her work. "Whaddup, Ten Rings…Baby Stark," you greeted them, ruffling his hair and pressing a kiss to the top of your goddaughter's head. "What're you two up to this fine completely ordinary day?"

"Oof, I take it you're gonna be spending the day watching a bunch of couples be all extra lovey dovey just like me?" You threw him a look, squinting your eyes at him that had him throwing his hands in the air in surrender. "No need to mentally squish my head, Y/N, we're on the same side, I swear," he chuckled, scooting over to the other seat so you could sit next to Morgan. "How about this, karaoke later tonight? Just us and anyone else that doesn't have a date with dinner and co--" You swatted his arm to get him to stop talking, not so subtly signaling in the little girl's direction. "I mean…adult balloons?"

"Wait how come you have special balloons?" Morgan asked, looking up from her activity book and earning barely stifled chortles from both Nat and Wanda. "Why can't I play with them? I like balloons."

You leaned back in your seat, making a motion with your hands as if you were wiping them clean of the whole conversation. "I'm not helping you out of this one, buddy."

He scratched the back of his head, obviously backed into the corner with his own words. "Eeeeeh…put a pin in that and ask me again when you can order a beer, Baby Stark."

The child pouted at both of you, slumping down in her place at the table and slipping back on her princess pink headphones before focusing all her attention on her activity book again, grumbling something about how grownups shouldn't have conversations around her if they didn't want her to ask questions. Valid enough point, but you still weren't going to be the one to give her her first lesson in Sex Ed class a good decade ahead of time.

"Anyways…" Shaun poked at your side, calling your attention back to him. "Karaoke, ladies? We can pick up Katy and Wong before we head over and sing some Disney duets and gorging ourselves on shots and nachos--"

"Hold up, Wong?" You all turned your attention to Stephen, who'd just walked in to the common area. "This I gotta see. You guys have room for one more?"

"Sure thing, as long as you use your sling ring to help us get into Tony's private stash," you quipped, taking a sip of your coffee. "There's no way I'm getting through this day stone-cold sober."

"Or we could go for the really hard stuff and break into Thor's stash of mead from Asgard before he depletes his supply." He showcased the ring in question with a wiggle of his fingers. "Just a portal away."

"I like the way you think, Strange."

"You can all cease your scheming to pilfer my liquor, my friends," Thor's voice boomed into the area, a bounce in his step as he made his way to the coffee pot. "I would happily supply you all with two barrels if that would be enough for your gathering?"

"That's perfect, Thunder. Thanks." You started to tuck into the breakfast plate served by the Compound kitchen staff, mumbling your next question to the blond god. "What've you got planned with Jane for today?"

"Ah." A wide grin stretched across his face at the mention of his girlfriend, the sight both warming your heart and pinching it at the same time. A bittersweet reminder that in the midst of romantic plans with sentimental or grand gestures, your plans involved getting shit-faced with your fellow single friends. Plus Wanda and probably Vision. "Well, I have employed the aid of Wilson to order an ornate bouquet of Jane's favorite flowers which should arrive this morning. Then for lunch I shall prepare her a meal."

"Lunch?" Wanda questioned, tilting her head to the side. "Forgive me if I overstep, my friend, but aren't the romantic plans usually made for dinner?"

"Well, yes…but Jane has graciously agreed to adjusting our schedule for this day so that I may spend the time after lunch aiding my brother in a gesture of his own." A lump formed in your throat at the words. "It seems he wishes to get into the spirit of the holiday, and I am simply ecstatic that he came to me asking for a helping hand."

"I asked nothing of you, you over-muscled oaf," you heard the raven-haired god call out from the main entrance, two large packages hovering a few inches above the ground blanketed with a glow of green from his magic. "You volunteered when you imposed yourself in my space and hovered over my phone."

"Pfft, semantics," Thor waved off, already making his way over to Loki so that he could do some more apparently unnecessary volunteer work. "Are the flowers in one of your parcels?"

"I like flowers!" Morgan chirped from her seat, bouncing in place with bright excited eyes. "Prince Loki, can I help? Please?"

He let out an exaggerated sigh, a trace of a fond, amused smile betraying his facade. "Very well, little Stark. Come along."

Your goddaughter squealed, skipping over to Thor and placing her tiny hand in his. "Uncle Barbie, tell me who his princess is?" He leaned down to whisper the answer in her ear, making her sprint in place with even more excitement. "I promise I won't say a word."

"Barbie? Like your doll, little Lady Stark?" You could practically see the wheels turning in Loki's head from learning about the nickname.

Morgan nodded her head vigorously. "Auntie Y/N came up with it. She calls him Macho Barbie." She proceeded to talk about how you came to give the blond Asgardian the nickname that bizarrely stuck to him more than "Point Break" ever did, said god looking like he already dreaded the coming days -- maybe even years -- now that his brother knew that little tidbit of information.

Once they'd all made their way up the stairs and you could no longer hear the little girl's chipper tone, realization sat heavy in your heart from her reaction to whatever Thor whispered to her just a few seconds ago. Whoever it was that Loki was going to make this grand gesture for, it was someone that Morgan knew enough to the point that she couldn't contain her excitement finding out who the woman was.

It was someone in SHIELD. Maybe even someone in the Compound.

"You good, Babes?" Nat's tone was cautious, approaching you like you were a wounded animal, teeth bared and ready to pounce if she so much as breathed wrong.

You answered with a terse nod of your head. "There is absolutely no fucking way I'm getting through today sober."

"Y/N, dude, I'm sor--"

Bang

"What the fuck?" All eyes grew wide at the sound, your body stiffening as another shot rang out, reverberating throughout the common area. "FRIDAY? Threat assessment," you called out, already readying yourself for combat once whoever was outside made their way to you in the compound.

"No threats have been detected," the AI answered simply. "There seems to be no living target for the gunman."

You could only manage to repeat your words. "What the fuck?" Shot after shot rang out, an interval of three to five seconds between them. Each deafening bang making you flinch, your head spinning with possible explanations on why FRIDAY didn't deem the supposed attacker as a threat. "Where's the target then?"

"Shots are being fired at the training area, by the track field, Agent Y/L/N." You all started to make your way to the area, everyone still on high alert despite FRIDAY's findings.

"Y/N?!" You shared a look with everyone else in the room at the sound of Loki's voice calling out for you, the god looking frantic as he appeared at the top of the main staircase, a sigh of relief escaping him once he saw you standing at the bottom. "You're alright," he exhaled, hurriedly making his way down. The quickening pace of the gunshots had him squaring his shoulders, stepping in front of you and marching toward the sound.

"We've handled way worse than gunfire, Laufeyson, you don't have to lead the defense," you told him with a touch more bite to your tone than you intended, irrational jealousy coursing through you knowing what he was preparing for before he started charging down the stairs. You sidestepped him and started walking toward the training area, brows furrowing together when you saw that from where you stood, the marks from the bullets digging into the ground where forming some sort of shape.

"It's a message…" Wanda mused, angling her head to and fro to see if she could get the whole picture from the ground. "I'm going up, I wanna see what's worth risking Pepper's wrath with all the lawn work she has to commission now." She held her hand out to you, wordlessly offering to take you up with her, an offer that you gladly took, clapping your hand over hers, both of you giggling as your feet lifted off the ground.

Once you two had risen high enough, it was clear what the message was. The shots had been positioned so that the markings would take on the shape of a heart, and the ongoing shots were creating initials. "N…" you read along, barely able to contain your excitement when you saw that the next letter was an R. "Natasha Romanoff!" you yelled out, the assassin's eyes lighting up with a mix of giddiness and curiosity as she tried to look at where the gunshots could've been coming from.

You did your best to turn your head, trying to see who was behind the gesture, kicking your feet in the air once you saw the gunman. "What? Who is it, Y/N?"

"It's Barnes," you squeaked, giving Rogers a reckless wave when you caught sight of him jogging toward all of you with a megaphone in hand.

"Natasha Romanoff," Bucky's voice boomed through the speaker system, making the usually cool and collected former Russian spy put a hand over her mouth to hide the way she was steadily turning pink from how flustered she was. "I know I have a long way to go to make up for how we first met, but I think you're swell and I'd like to try starting it off with maybe dinner tonight?" Both you and Wanda squealed and held each other tight mid-air watching her nod her answer, running over to her once your feet touched the ground again.

"You two won't be pissed if I take a rain check for tonight, will you?" she cautioned, still a wistful tone in her voice from processing what was happening.

"Absolutely not, you go enjoy your date. More drinks to go around and all that," you told her with the biggest smile. "But tomorrow night we're all staying at my place and you're giving us a full report."

"And remember to wear the red lacy underwear," Wanda teased with a comical wiggle of her eyebrows, earning her a poke to the ribs from both of you.

Nat pulled away from the two of you, walking back toward the indoor gym with Steve walking alongside her, starting to talk about how his best friend had been trying to work up the nerve to ask her out since he got sworn in to the team nearly a year ago. From the sound of the conversation, it seemed that Rogers was divulging some information that Barnes probably swore him to secrecy not so long ago.

"And then there were seven," Shaun spoke up, walking toward  you and the sorceress and clapping a hand on each of your shoulders. "Thor came through and left the barrels in the kitchen for us."

You were about to start talking about the food arrangements when the sight of Wanda's husband flying toward you all with a bouquet of camellias and hydrangeas in his hand. "Wanda, my love, I owe you my deepest apologies."

"Whatever for, Vis?" She broke away from you and Shaun to greet the synthezoid, placing her hands on his upper arms as he pulled her in for a chaste kiss.

"It did not occur to me that you might have wanted to make plans for today until Mr Stark had gone into detail of his own itinerary today for his wife," he explained, handing her the bouquet. "Unfortunately I cannot procure a reservation for us tonight, but I still wish to do something for you. Would you allow me the honor of making you a meal and perhaps watching a movie in the private theater?"

You and Shaun gripped each other's hands like you were high schoolers watching their best friend get asked out on their first big date, shaking and pushing each other over the sweetness of the gesture. "I don't need fancy restaurants or pretty flowers, Vis. Getting to spend time with you, especially after everything that's happened to us, is more than enough. I just need you."

The Sokovian turned back to face you and Shaun, a touch of guilt in her expression. "Rain check? I'll bring extra snacks tomorrow night to make up for it?"

"Don't worry about it, Babes," you reassured her, both you and the martial artist waving off her worries. "Enjoy your evening."

The couple have you a curt nod and a smile before happily flying away hand in hand back to their apartment.

"And then there were five," you and Shaun said in unison, walking back to the common area to load up those barrels that Thor left for tonight's 'festivities'. When you got to the kitchen area, Morgan was adorably sitting atop one of the barrels in question, feet happily swinging in the air with a big smile on her face.

"Off the goods, little Stark, we're not risking you getting drunk your dad's gonna kill us," Shaun said in a panic, already lifting the little girl up and off the barrel and making her squeal and giggle as she giddily exclaimed "I'm flying!".

"If you really think that she can get drunk from osmosis, we have a lot to talk about, sweet little summer child," you joked, walking up to one barrel and starting to push it toward the garage. "Think you can use that ancient mystical ring magic for makeshift wheels so we don't bust out our lungs lugging this all the way to your truck?"

"I can assist you, darling." Your skin bristled at the sound of Loki's voice, taking every ounce of strength you had to not stiffen or recoil at his use of the word. He was only saying it out of habit. Probably a remnant of his upbringing as a prince on Asgard.

He didn't mean it the way you wanted -- more than anything -- for him to mean it.

"No need, Laufeyson, I've got it from here," Strange butted in, conjuring an energy shield with his magic that he slid under the barrels, starting to wheel them toward the garage. "Carry on. Oh and friendly advice, man to god? Your future girlfriend, you know, the one you're making this big gesture for? She might not appreciate you calling other women 'darling', so I highly recommend kicking the habit while it's still early. Avoiding future battles and all."

The god sucked his teeth, the action causing his jaw to clench and sending your thoughts someplace they had no business being. You had no business thinking about another woman's man that way, no matter how hot he was.

"I will remember that. Thank you, Strange," he said softly, making his way back up the stairs.

"Thanks for the save," you muttered, opening the door to the garage for the sorcerer to guide the barrels through. "Don't think I could've gotten away with being on Bitch Mode with him a second time today. Not like I can help it, though. Some lucky Midgardian bitch is gonna be his by the end of the night."

"Pretty sure you're the only woman I know that considers being Laufeyson's girlfriend a good thing."

"Yeah, Y/N, like I know he's on our side and everything but most days he still has me on edge. Like passing him on a bad day's gonna get me a stab in the ribs, not a death glare like normal people," Shaun concurred, nudging your shoulder to hopefully stop your lamenting before you got in too deep. Again.

"I'm really down bad, huh," you sighed, letting out a little yip when a portal to the dark dimension appeared just a few feet in front of you. "The fuck--"

"Hey Strange," a reverberating ethereal voice called out from the portal, and then a tall woman with platinum hair with beauty that you could only describe as 'dark celestial' stepped out. Her eyes trained on the sorcerer next to you. "Heard that today's something of a holiday in this dimension. Figured it might be a good idea to stop by and maybe you could show me around your uh…" She turned to you and Shaun, both your jaws slack on the ground. "What's this place called again?"

"Avengers Compound?" Shaun said at the same time that you blurted out, "New York?"

"Compound York?" She raised an eyebrow at the two of you, amusement coloring her face as she gave you both a once over.

"Eherm…no," you answered her, chuckling nervously and shifting your weight between your feet. "This structure here is Avengers Compound, which is in Upstate New York. New York is a city, but also a region…and a state…?" you drifted off, already feeling a pinch in your head from trying to explain the best you could. You looked over to Shaun. "The more I try finding the words to explain, the more I realize how complicated it actually is. Save me."

Stephen stepped forward. "How about I just take you on a tour around New York, then?" His face stretched out into a wide grin, clearly unable to hide his giddiness over the knowledge that she crossed dimensions to be with him today.

"Is that…New York the city, the region, or the state?"

"The city. New York, New York. There's a whole song about it and everything I can play it for you in the car." He proceeded to drape his arm around the dark sorceress, leading her to his car further down the expansive garage.

"Your little human friend is right, things here are complicated. Downright confusing." She looked back at you and Shaun again as they walked away, hand in hand. "It was nice meeting you both! Stephen speaks highly of you all," she called out, her majestic voice echoing throughout the area.

"You're really pretty!" you blurted out in response, causing her voice to melt into a chuckle, telling her partner how she found you 'adorable'. You threw your head back and groaned toward the ceiling. "I'm a fucking dork."

"At least you're an adorable dork," Shaun shot back, nudging your shoulder and lightly touching the back of your head to get you facing forward again. His phone chimed with a text notification. "Katy. Her shift's over, she said she'll get us a room for eight. I'm texting her now to get a smaller one." He held up his hand, palm facing you. "And then there were four?"

You sighed, clapping your hand against his, your friend giving you a reassuring squeeze once you did. "And then there were four." You jerked your head toward the apartments. "I'll just go change into something that involves 'eating pants' and I'll meet you down here in ten."

The walk back up to your apartment wasn't that long, but it still felt like it with how quickly you slipped back into your lamenting over how your friends had such an eventful day today. Nat had her very public grand gesture. Wanda had her husband trying to cook human food in the name of spending time with her. Strange had his girlfriend literally rip a hole between dimensions to get here.

"And all I have waiting for me are two barrels of mead and karaoke microphones," you muttered, walking through your front door and begrudgingly unzipping your dress from the back. You were just about to half-stomp your way to your closet when something on your bed caught your eye.

Three shiny roses lined with gold, tied together with a gold ribbon at the foot of the bed. A large heart-shaped box of chocolates at the center. And a little teddy bear dressed as a bee with red antennas that had hearts at the end, at its fluffy little feet was an embroidered message. "Bee mine".

"What theeeee fu--"

"Y/N," an all too familiar voice called out from behind you. The air left your lungs at the sight of Loki in a form-fitting forest green button-down tucked into onyx black slacks, tucking his hair behind his ears before smoothing his hands over his shirt. "You're early--"

"What're you doing--Was this you?" you babbled, gesturing at the gifts on your bed. For a second, your heart beat erratically, the thought that maybe this was for you, before reality and logic sunk in. "Okay I think I know what's happening…"

"You do?"

"Yeah, you got the wrong apartment. Gimme a minute to change and I can help you move all this over to--"

The rest of your words died in a little squeak at the back of your throat, the god closing the distance between you two with a few long strides, framing your face in his hands and placing a tender fleeting kiss to your lips.

"Those tokens of my affection are exactly where they belong, little mortal," he murmured against you, tracing up the bridge of your nose with his lips until he pressed a kiss to your forehead. "As am I."

You let out a shaky breath, fighting against the urge to melt in the god's embrace as he snaked his hands around your waist. "The gesture your brother mentioned this morning…this?" He proceeded to press kisses down the side of your face, his warm exhale as he whispered 'yes' into your skin making you light-headed. "This is for me?" you gasped out, whatever was remaining of your logical brain smacking the rest of you with how stupid a question that was.

"Who else would it be for, darling?" He pressed a kiss to your jaw, tightening his arms around you and pressing your body against his. "There is no other in this or any other Realm that could have captured my heart so completely." He kissed the corner of your jaw, making his way down the side of your neck, holding you tighter to keep you up when your knees finally buckled from the sensation. "I did this for you, because I wish to ask something of you. That you become mine as much as I am yours."

"M-Mine?" you stammered. "Y-You're mine?" Since when? How come you didn't get this particular memo? Could've saved you a lot of turmoil and nights spent alone staring up at the ceiling trying and failing to hypnotize yourself out of being into him.

He kissed the tip of your nose, resting his forehead against yours. "I have always been yours, darling."

Your hands traveled up the length of his arms, like you were grounding yourself and trying to tell yourself that this was real. He was really here and he was telling you the words you wanted more than anything to hear for who even knew how long at this point.

He's here, you thought to yourself. And he's mine.

There was only one word that you could muster up in that moment. "Yes." I've always been yours, too.

Karaoke Dreamin' on Such a Winter's Day group chat

myfirstnameisagent: Don't kill me but…rain check?

busboy10: Are you kidding me, Y/N?? You said you'd be down in 5 minutes tops and we're gonna meet up with Katy.

nromanoff: Sweet, now you're gonna have a story to tell tomorrow night, too.

myfirstnameisagent: Actually about that…rain check on tomorrow night, too? I'm kinda not there right now…

busboy10: There?? What do you mean "There"?? How'd you get out the Compound without me seeing you? Or whoever the hot date you're ditching me for is?

imjustwong: Where is everybody? We ordered nachos.

myfirstnameisagent: Yeah…I'm not in the Compound…or in New York…any of the "New York"s. Might not be for the next week. Maybe more. The three of you better not drink all the mead in one go.

busboy10: ??????

thevision: Agent Y/L/N, my wife is showing many signs of distress over her inability to contact you. Your phone seems to be going straight to voicemail.

thewanda: Y/N WHERE ARE YOU I HEARD A BANG FROM YOUR APARTMENT ARE YOU OKAY??

myfirstnameisagent: Babes, I'm fine. That was just the Bifrost.

thewanda: EXCUSE ME??

nromanoff: BABES WHAT--

pointbreakbarbie: My friends, I heard the Bifrost be summoned near Lady Y/N's abode. Is there an emergency? Must I make my way to Asgard to assist?

myfirstnameisagent: Thor your brother said if he finds you here I have permission to stab you, don't even fucking think about it.

thewanda: I REPEAT. EXCUSE ME???

busboy10: Y/N are you in Asgard?? With Loki??

myfirstnameisagent: Yes. And yes. See you in two weeks.

thewanda: He better use that healing magic on your legs so you don't walk funny.

A/N: It took me a whole month to write this because real life was trying TKO me in the work department and also I got sucked in to the worlds of Hello Kitty Island Adventure, Disney Dreamlight Valley, and Delicious World and I've been too weak to even attempt time management 🤣

I'm working on stuff tho I swear it 🫡 Horny bitches cuts are in progress, stories are in progress…lots of progress 😅😅

Also for reference, this was the lil stuffed bear that Loki gave Reader:

and the roses looked like this:

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i like that freedom of religion in the USA is like mainly litigated for

jehovas witnesses for the flag salute, the draft, and to be annoying in public

sikhs for not cutting your hair in the military/workplace, carrying a sword

atheists doing a little trolling and/or asking public schools to please teach evolution

christians who want a religious exemption to the civil rights act of 1964 and preferably the 13-15th and 19th amendments

[sgiandubh]

Geotagging, take 2

Thanks to @2truthsandalie5's lynx eye (thank you - I am a legit Instagram imbecile, but I can whip some mean French clafoutis in less than 20 minutes), we can now confidently determine a couple of more details.

I have no problems correcting my posts and even amending them when proven shaky: this is not a competition, but I believe integrity is paramount.

So, here goes:

It was a private dinner, as I first supposed. Unclear if on behalf of Ora Ito himself or just hosted by him for what probably is (at least part of) The Amateur cast, which would explain why both C and Malek attended. I should think he hosted it: not his birthday, and the Modulor is his pet project.

If you want to try and stretch out the connections game, know that Ora Ito is the son of the French designer Pascal Morabito (hence the name). Morabito is rather famous (as far as I know, and I do know a fair bit) for interior designs (furniture) & perfumes, but still...

You can probably see all the people in attendance: all you have to do is check out the clip on the event organizer's Insta account.

It happened on Saturday, January 13. Not on the 15th (stroke me as odd, but went with it because I shall probably never learn). Again, I have no problem admitting I was wrong as, for me, it does not change anything. Posted as a latergram on Monday, hence the mistake even Malek's fandom made, with less drama than in here. Happier people, I presume.

Still no McSideburns. Je suis désolée (nope, not really, buttercup!).

I will never understand these people's passion for empty, derelict looking concrete hallways that require an Aspirin and a hot toddy immediately after returning home. But that's just me. I am sure they had a great time and, more importantly, the timing still fits.

This page has nothing to hide. Never did. Never will. [edit] Oh, and: S left for Palma Gran Canaria on the 14th.

Makes sense.

[puffein]

PRESENT LETTERS | late spring [iii.]

summary: wanda has been sending you letters, it should be enough to amend things that has been broken, right? problems, however, can never be solved, especially in the hands of someone who is unwilling to do so. pairings: wanda maximoff x fem!reader warnings: angst word count: 1027 a/n: this is more like a filler.. just to give you the gist of what the future looks like.

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Edinburgh, Scotland

Late-March 2025

"Another letter for you, Y/N." a determined young face pokes its head on your doorway. Her eyes are wide and full of youth etched in every inch of her bent-on features.

The younger woman's long black hair with its subtle wave weaving through her shoulder moves slightly as she nods at your back while waving an all too familiar letter.

Your eyes stayed on the pile of documents situated on your work desk, pieces of small notes scattered lazily around the wooden commodity. Your determination solely focused on the tasks you needed to do, a mere letter wouldn't take a single ounce of attention from you, however, the agravating existence of the woman and the jeering letter she's holding stays prodding at the back of your mind.

Without taking your vision off the particular document, "Throw it away." you replied. 

The woman not much younger than you settled her place right at your doorway, her presence lays heavy as it seeps right into your office, you can feel the tormenting pursing of her lips, and silence ensues for a few seconds until she speaks again. "But it's the 15th letter you received since last year— what if it's important?" she argues.

Setting your feet firmly on the ground, you turn your swivel chair smoothly to face the woman. Your eyes bore right into her blue eyes, and the thrumming of your chest makes its way into your ears as you keep your composure calm and reserved.

"Kate, it's the only letter we received since we started this small business. I have read one of them. I am sure the rest of it is nonsense."

You give her a reassuring smile, hoping for her to drop the letter persuasion because as much as your soul yearns for those letters, it does no good for you as it only brings out the unnecessary ache that seems to never depart from your entire being. Despite the leaden longing to take those letters and cherish them with all your heart, hung on every word that has been written, it was not enough to put yourself into a prison you've longed to escape.

"Come on, now—"

"Throw it out." Your voice draws monotonously, body jerking slightly to turn your swivel chair onto the task you are supposed to be focusing on.

Sighing, Kate backs away slowly, her fingertips tapping on the letter she's clutching. The gnawing curiosity fell deep into Kate's whole body, the sender's information written on the back of the letter screams for her to lay it on your desk, as much as she wants to know the story behind the consistent letter being sent every month for her work partner, she stays quiet and respectful of your decisions to throw it away. Not Kate though, all the letters for you were kept securely in a box she tucked away, hoping for the day you will finally let her deliver it to you.

Your eyes stayed seated on a piece of paper, the taunting presence of Kate's retreating steps made you clench the paper a little too hard. 

You know what those letters are. You know that very familiar sketch of a handwriting, the affixation of each letter in a very flowing manner, you have seen this type of cursive half of your life that the mind of yours imprinted that information right up in your memory lane. 

Wanda has been sending you letters since last year, she has never stopped and you think she never will. 

You don't know why she's doing it. 

Oh, shut up. You do very well know why she's doing it. 

You have told her goodbye nicely— Well, for you it meant something permanent meanwhile, in her mind, it is something entirely different, something normal, not something out of the ordinary, definitely not the ones in your mind.

You clearly remember that day, two years ago, asking her for a coffee at nine in that small coffeehouse both of you frequented since the two of you met. Wanda never knew what you had planned, you distinctly didn't have the heart to tell her straight-up, afraid that once you saw the hurt flash in her eyes would also be the only thing that would stop you from cutting her out of your life.

You didn't know what to do with these letters. You have read one, yes. That one letter was slightly enough for you to run back into her life but your feet stayed planted on the ground. The letter you read was the very first one she sent, it mostly comprises of her apologizing, asking what happened, if you are okay, if you're doing fine, if is there something wrong, did she make you run away, and what actions of hers have brought you to take the choice of leaving her without a proper goodbye.

She didn't deserve it.

You knew, she didn't. And yet you still did the very last thing you hate. 

Hurting her.

You loathe yourself for it but at the back of your mind, hidden between those memories of you two together, the distant recollection of every journey you two had made, tucked in the very end of your subconsciousness, you knew you still would have chosen this option over and over again. 

You would rather do the only thing you promised you would never do to her than use combinations of words drawn out by the trembles of your voice forming petrifying words of confessions, that the love you have for her is enough to draw yourself away from her. 

You knew what word describes you, a coward running away. Someone who only sees the solution to a problem is to hide away and forcefully shove whatever speck of courage erupts at the pit of your soul.

You can't bear the idea of rejection.

Especially from her.

You can't bear hearing her voice confirming what you have already known, you still want to have the liberty of clutching the very last piece of fantasy your mind has formed.

Even if it means leaving her in that small town with the pretense of seeing each other again.

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[chrisshields18]

Roots.

[onlylove4louis]

Hi! Soo...we're mutuals very excited to talk to you btw. But in this post you said, Qoute: “It's not even slightly impossible or that much of a reach, to pretty confidently say Louis' family, did own slaves.” End qoute.

I'm not an expert but I've been doing research in New Orleans history and how a black person in Louis' era would be able to own a plantation for a fic of mine to be historically accurate in Louis' life before Lestat.

It starts here: Pre-Civil War (1850-1865)

The coming of gens de Couleur Libre in states like Louisiana, there was a class of free people of color, known as gens de couleur libre (French for "free people of color"). These were often Creoles, mixed-race individuals who sometimes had French, Spanish, and African ancestry. (Louis family.)

Some of these free Black people, including those in Louisiana, owned slaves before the Civil War. This practice was not common, but in some cases, free Black families would purchase enslaved family members in order to protect them from being sold to white owners.

The reconstruction era 1865–1877. After the Civil War, the abolition of slavery and the passage of the 13th, 14th, and 15th Amendments gave Black people new rights, including the right to own land.

During Reconstruction, there were some opportunities for Black people to acquire land, especially in areas where land was abandoned or confiscated during the war. Most Black Southerners, particularly in the years immediately following the Civil War, land ownership remained out of reach. Many Black families worked as sharecroppers or tenant farmers, farming land owned by white landowners in exchange for a share of the crops.

Jim Crow and the Early 20th Century (1877-1905). By the late 19th century, the Southern economy had been reshaped by the end of slavery and the institution of Jim Crow laws, which enforced racial segregation and limited the economic and political power of Black people. Despite these challenges, some Black families were able to accumulate wealth and land.

1905, if Louis' father still owned a plantation, it would likely have been a smaller operation compared to the large plantations owned by whites before the Civil War.

So following this time line if Louis’ parents have kids at around 19 - 21 as was common at the time during the 1800s then they would have had been born around 1845 - 1850. Pre-cival war era. Making them too young to be part of those Creole to own land or slaves in Louisiana. But their own parents might have.

During the time it was to serve as protection for black slaves to be owned by black people. So they were not treated the same way as most were family of their own. Slavery would have been abolished during 1865 so they would have been in their teens. So those working under them would be paid.

Note that this is also a challenge since even if his family owned a plantation it would have been small and always facing legal challenges because white people would challenge them for the land and their right to it.

For most Black Southerners, particularly in the years immediately following the Civil War, land ownership remained out of reach. Louis family would likely be workers as sharecroppers or tenant farmers, farming land owned by black land owners in exchange for a share of the crops. Creating a business that would uphold the family financially.

This would not hold for long as Jim Crow laws came into affect when Louis was born. If Louis' father was a plantation owner by then, then it would have difficult to hold on to that wealth. White competitors would want to drive their business to the ground because of this.

Louis would only be able to see or experience slavery if he visited White plantation with his father as owning slaves was against the law so black people owning slaves or rather Louis' father would be impossible when the law would push back as much as possible to drive the plantation to the ground.

Louis’ father only died in 1905 according to the first episode when Louis said he had been in the business of being a pimp since his father died five years ago. He also says that they were drowning in debt before he got the money from the plantation. Which isn't surprising seeing how he would have been pushed to ruin by the systematic racism.

So saying that “It's not even slightly impossible or that much of a reach, to pretty confidently say Louis' family, did own slaves” would be wrong. Because it is a reach. It's practically so near impossible for Louis' family to own slaves during that time.

Mainly because a) Post-Civil War, after the abolition of slavery in 1865, no Black people legally owned slaves, although some Black families did inherit or purchase land that had formerly been worked by slaves.

b) Family Protection: In some cases, free Black people would purchase their enslaved relatives to protect them from being sold to others. This was especially common among Creole communities in Louisiana.

Louis would not experience slavery in the same way. Nor see it. Or been able to own them. He would only have had workers under their families protection and even in the canon show Louis says they had to cut off a lot of staff under them.

I agree with most of your analysis of the show and I love all your posts. Especially your break down of Claudia in this post but I think Louis assurance and shutting down Claudia that they aren't slaves comes more from a black person seeking agency over himself and not seeing himself in that light. Especially because he drives the way his life goes and is completely independent.

Library of Congress Digital Collections

https://www.loc.gov/collections/

Use this resource for primary documents, including maps, photographs, and writings related to Black landownership and the history of slavery in the U.S.

National Museum of African American History and Culture

https://nmaahc.si.edu/

Their collections and articles offer deep insights into the history of African American landownership, slavery, and Reconstruction.

Freedmen’s Bureau Online

http://www.freedmensbureau.com/

Explore primary documents and history related to Black land ownership during and after the Civil War, as well as the transition from slavery to freedom.

University of Virginia’s “Valley of the Shadow” Project

http://valley.lib.virginia.edu/

This archive focuses on Civil War-era communities and includes documentation on Black lives and land ownership.

BlackPast.org: African American History

https://www.blackpast.org/

Provides articles and essays about the history of African Americans, including topics on Black land ownership, slave ownership, and plantation life.

"Slavery by Another Name" by Douglas A. Blackmon

https://slaverybyanothername.com/

This Pulitzer Prize-winning book and documentary explore the re-enslavement of Black Americans through systems like convict leasing and sharecropping, which were prevalent after the Civil War.

Louisiana Creole Research Association (LA Creole)

https://www.lacreole.org/

An excellent source for understanding Creole culture and the history of free people of color in Louisiana.

“The Free People of Color in New Orleans” by Mary Gehman

https://www.arcadiapublishing.com/Products/9780738506557

A book dedicated to understanding the unique history of free people of color in New Orleans and their economic roles, including land and slave ownership.

National Archives: African American Research

https://www.archives.gov/research/african-americans

Offers guides and databases for tracing African American land ownership, slavery, and records from the Freedmen's Bureau.

Guys!! Look what I woke up to 🙏🏽

I haven't had breakfast yet, or coffee or anything. I woke up peeked in here, and opened this up immediately and this is absolutely amazing!!!

@louis-disciple thankyou so much for doing this research and sending it my way. As I said I was too tired to do the real research for this. So I wanted to post this as soon as I could so that anyone/everyone else who would be interested could read through this. Complete with sources and everything!

I'm sorry, I'm a bit of a nerd for learning new things and basically just acquiring knowledge, so this was honestly one of the best things to wake up to. Again, @louis-disciple thankyou so much for sharing this, hopefully it's okay that I post this, and please, in the future feel free to do this kind of thing about or in reaction to any of my posts, you are very much welcomed to!

This is the post in question:

-- Wanted to throw out as well, that the reason stated here in this ask... for Louis' reaction in that scene, about Claudia saying this is very similar to what I originally thought, so I have no qualms of dropping back to that, and rendering what I said about it in this recent post null and void. The rest of the post stays, but that part can go, thanks to the update of accurate information.