🏳️‍🌈 Ruth Ellis (1899 - 2000) Was The Daughter Of Former Slaves. She Came Out As A Lesbian

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A case that can only be defined as Black erasure is going to the Supreme Court

Several states are going to the Supreme Court essentially to define what "Black" is in order allow gerrymandering that'll discriminate against Black voters by diluting the legal definition of "Black" to erase people's cultural identity.

Essentially they're argument is if you check only "Black" on the census or "Black and white" then you are Black in the eyes of the law. But if you check "Black and latino" or "Black and Asian" or ANY OTHER mixture of "Black" then you aren't "Black" in the eyes of the law and the state governments are allowed to gerrymander you out of the districts.

Please watch this man's video on it. He's so much more knowledgeable than me.

Tagging @reaux07 and @bfpnola Louisiana is one of the states pulling this bullshit.

-fae

Heartfelt Chase - Bucky

Character: agent!Bucky x female!agent

Summary: She tries to find an agent she secretly admires who went missing.

A/N: This story is inspired by the GIF. Lol. 😂

Also, it’s a fun break from the angsty political Bucky.

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You work as a data analyst at the spy agency. The only reason you’re here is because of your father. You’ve always dreamed of being a field agent like him, especially since his top pupil is none other than Bucky.

You've admired Bucky for years—secretly watching his missions from your screen, hanging onto every move he made.

You've volunteered for every one of his missions, offering to be a bystander, even joking about pretending to be a tree. But the boss always shut you down.

And every time you asked Bucky directly, he’d just say, “It eases my mind if you stay here.”

One day, everything changed. The agency lost contact with Bucky during a mission. You immediately volunteered to go after him, but the boss looked terrified and said, “No. He’s going to kill me.”

You had no idea what that meant, but when nobody made a move, you took matters into your own hands.

You tracked down his last known location and discovered the missing piece: Bucky was tailing an arms dealer who had a bioweapon.

“Damn it!” you cursed under your breath. This wasn’t supposed to be you stumbling upon a hidden bioweapon. And to make matters worse, you had no backup. You were quickly captured.

Thrown into the back of a car, you were bombarded with questions. Your head spun, but you stuck to your story. “I don’t know anything. I’m just here to find my friend.”

The guy questioning you chuckled, clearly not buying it. “Searching for a friend and finding a nuclear bomb? Quite the coincidence.”

You shrugged nonchalantly. “Where are we going, anyway?” You glanced at the empty road stretching out ahead of you.

“Torture room,” he said casually.

“Fantastic,” you muttered. The whole situation was spiraling out of control, and in this moment of panic, the only person you could think about was Bucky. But where was he?

Suddenly, a loud boom echoed behind you. The car jerked, the windows rattling from the explosion.

“What the hell?” your captor yelled, glancing back.

Then you heard it—the unmistakable sound of a motorcycle engine roaring toward the car. You craned your neck to look out the window, heart racing, and there he was. Bucky.

You couldn’t believe it. “Bucky!”

Still driving, Bucky shot you a quick glance, irritation flickering across his face. “Didn’t I tell you to stay?”

“If you’d sent a message, I wouldn’t be here worrying about you!” you shot back.

Bucky sighed like this was the last thing he needed. He pulled out a weapon and aimed it under the car. “Put on your seatbelt!”

Without hesitation, you braced yourself. In seconds, the car flipped into the air, crashing back down with a heavy thud. The world spun again, and everything went silent.

Moments later, Bucky pulled up beside the wreck, dismounted his bike, and yanked the door open.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice gruff but laced with concern. His eyes betrayed more than he let on.

You groaned, unbuckling yourself. “Define ‘okay.’”

Bucky shook his head, clearly holding back a sigh. “This is exactly why I don’t want you in the field.”

You glared at him, hands on your hips. “I’m perfectly capable, Bucky! I tracked you down, didn’t I?”

He crossed his arms, staring down at you, his usual calm exterior barely hiding the concern underneath. “Yeah, and look what happened. You almost got killed.”

You threw your hands up. “You could’ve been killed too! That’s why I came—no one else was going to look for you!”

His expression softened for a brief second before he glanced away. “I can take care of myself.”

“And I can’t?” You shot back, taking a step toward him.

He paused, looking like he wanted to say something but hesitated. Finally, after a long silence, he muttered, “It’s not about what you can do. It’s about what I can’t handle.”

You blinked, caught off guard by his words. “What do you mean?”

He clenched his jaw, still avoiding your gaze. “I can’t handle the idea of you getting hurt."

Your breath caught in your throat. The gruff, distant Bucky was showing a side of him you hadn’t expected. For a moment, you couldn’t find the words.

“You... care about me?” you asked softly.

You stood there, heart pounding, completely at a loss for how to respond. But before you could say anything, Bucky turned back toward his bike, his usual stoic mask slipping back into place.

“Let’s get out of here before more trouble shows up,” he said, swinging his leg over the motorcycle.

Still stunned, you climbed onto the back of the bike, wrapping your arms around him. As the engine roared to life, you couldn’t help but smile, knowing that maybe—just maybe—this mission was worth all the danger.

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Kicking him down the stairs for every repost 😁

Sirius, gay panicking and trying to shake the very intimate dream he had about Remus last night: You lot ever have dreams that just...make you question yourself?

James, thinking of the multiple dreams he's had of Regulus: Erm, no. I just dream about...Quidditch and stuff.

Peter: Once I dreamed that I was in rat form and a cat swallowed me whole. And when I went down its throat it was like a slide and then I landed in McGonagall's lap.

Sirius:

James:

Sirius: I'm gonna go ask Marlene.

Question gender? I thought that was a given? Was it not a given?

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Marauders ethnicity headcanons 🗣️

Sirius Black and Regulus Black

Both French, they moved to London when Sirius was 11 and Regulus was 10 so they could attend Hogwarts, and so their parents could see the rest of their family who had moved a couple years prior (the black family is french but they were British about a thousand years ago, and it is tradition for all the children of the family to attend Hogwarts and not Beauxbatons)

Both of their first languages are french, and Sirius especially had a strong French accent when he started Hogwarts (doesn't really have it now)

James potter

Half Indian, half Guatemalan. They're one of the only poc pureblood families in the UK, and they are also considered blood traitors by majority of the families (in the same way the Weasley's are) unlike the Weasley's they are incredibly rich

James speaks both Spanish and Hindi but not as well as his parents would like him to (he also knows some other parts of different Indian languages from some of his mum's plethora of extended family)

Remus lupin

Half Brazilian and half Polish-Jewish

Speaks both languages

Peter Petigrew

English

Speaks English

Lily Evans

3/4 English 1/4 Ghanaian

Speaks English

Marlene McKinnon

Half Northern Irish, half Filipino

Speaks English, Tagalog is defo not her strong suit but she's trying

Mary MacDonald

Jamaican

Speaks English

Evan Rosier and Pandora Rosier

Half Fijian half French

Speaks English, and fluent French

Barty Crouch Jr.

Italian

Speaks English and Italian fluently

Dorcas Meadowes

Kenyan

Speaks English

had a dream about getting addicted to vaseline on toast. my girlfriend crying, begging me to stop eating "that miserable greasy toast"

You can't be a hellenic polytheist and be homophobic.

You can't be a hellenic polytheist and be transphobic.

You can't be a hellenic polytheist and be racist.

You can't be a hellenic polytheist and be anti-imaginate.

You can't be a hellenic polytheist and be a nazi.

You can't be a hellenic polytheist and mock ANY of the gods.

You can't be a hellenic polytheist and hate ANY of the gods.

Pick a side. The gods or hatefulness.

You. Can't. Choose. Both.

got told at lunch "you feel like Tumblr Incarnate" and i had to tell them i've been here for 13 years and counting. i was here three years before dashcon happened. i saw the mishapocalypse. i survived the gigapause. i've been here longer than the shoelaces post. i've been here since it was hipsters versus fandom and i played both sides extensively by overdoing the sepia filters on everything and making my own flashing galaxy gif edits for my fandom posts. i'm every tumblr. it's all in me