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STILL a better team than AU! #15titles #dynasty #alabama #cimsontide #rolltideroll ❤️🐘🅰
Plant These To Help Save Bees: 21 Bee-Friendly Plants. Learn more here!
Hannah Rosengren 2013
you could really plant these in any vacant lot if you didn’t get caught, the ones on this list I’m familiar with grow with little or no tending! Free the Bee!
Man carries girl on his shoulders during a march with Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. Alabama, ca. 1965.
Scarce Smith and Wesson 320 revolving rifle with mounted scope. Serial #549, manufactured between 1879 and 1887.
Estimated Value: $20,000 - $40,000
December 1st 1955: Parks refuses to give up seat
On this day in 1955 Rosa Parks, a black seamstress from Alabama, refused to give up her seat on a bus for a white man. She was subsequently arrested for defying the state’s racial segregation laws. Segregation laws had been in place since the Plessy v. Ferguson Supreme Court ruling in 1896 which declared racial segregation constitutional under the doctrine of “separate but equal”. Through this act of defiance, Parks sparked the Montgomery Bus Boycott which gave impetus to the growing Civil Rights Movement in the United States. Rosa Parks became an influential and symbolic figure in the Civil Rights Movement, which came to a head in the 1960s, and was one of the leaders of the movement, alongside such figures as Martin Luther King Jr.
"People always say that I didn’t give up my seat because I was tired, but that isn’t true. I was not tired physically, or no more tired than I usually was at the end of a working day…No, the only tired I was, was tired of giving in”
Holding in the anger at her sisters biting words, Mississippi continues to console the girl. “Sometimes losin’ is what some people need. Just look at you, cryin’ like a teethin’ babe, just cuz ya lost a game.” Shaking her head, Temperance, sighs. “Look Yvie, is it any thang a can do for you, to make you feel a bit better than what you feelin’ now. Cuz jumpin off that mountain gonna put you in a world of pain, and you’ll sadly survive it.”
Sitting up while wiping her face off with her Jersey, Yvette looks Temperance straight in the eye while swaying slightly. “Y’know I just need a real good fuckin’, one that would make me forget who the fuck I am. T-that’s what I need right now.”
Scooting far away from her, cheeks flushed from embarrassment, Temperance clears her throat. “W-we sisters, and I love you, but not that much, Yvette. I can’t help you with that, but I can do other thangs…just not that.” playing with her dreads, she avoids eye contact with the other woman.
"C-can’t believe she just said that. Oh Lord…just help me…please."
"I-I know not you…that’s a stupid thing to think, silly woman." She chuckles through the tears, struggling to keep her balance while sitting on the bar stool. "H-how ‘bout another round? I got another bottle of Fireball in the mini fridge, we can finish that off right now."
a holiday story
I guess I can give a little story ‘bout my first Mardi Gras. It was ‘round the time I became the first capital of Louisiana…good ol’ Mobile. It was the early 1700s and the French settlers in my parts were celebratin’ something weird. I didn’t know what it was in the beginning. All I know was people were dressed so beautifully, some wearin’ masks and such. There was lots of drink and food, music all around you. It was like being in a wakin’ dream. You know, that’s when I first met Louisiana, ain’t never seen a guy like him. I guess I was more captivated by his skin above all things. Ain’t never seen anyone darker than me; and he was bein’ treated just like everyone else, it was odd. Anyway, it was a nice Mardi Gras, first time I had some wine in my system too. All I remember was dancin’ till my feet hurt and bein’ stuffed to the brim with food.
a happy story
Hmm, a happy story from when I was a lil’ ragamuffin. Well I ain’t always been the dainty flower I am now, I was a pretty rough kid back then. I always enjoyed pickin’ berries when I was on my own. Once *laughs* I picked the wrong berries, even after Sippy told me not to. Boy I was sick like a dog for a whole night. Cryin’ and makin’ a mess all over the place. Now if ya’ll thought Sippy was nice now, well back then she ain’t give a care about me feelin’ bad. All she said was “See, I told ya not to eat ‘em. but you had a hard head and did it anyway”. It wasn’t funny at the time, but now I can look back on it and laugh. Perfect reason as to why I don’t do nature stuff all too often anymore.
*hugs him tightly while whimpering* J-Just hold me, that’s all I need right now, darlin’.
((I’ll get to those asks when I come back from watching a movie.))