#Linda Brown

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Remember the time where the guy you like ask you out on a date? Well, I can relate. Some things never change in the dating scene neither does it in a great story!❤️😂🤧

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...Have people forgotten about the Communist Witch hunts in the 1950s? McCarthyism? Second Red Scare? Cold War and accusing everyone of being a Russian spy? Is this really an argument the right uses? That no one got cancelled in the 1950s? because... what?

People weren't just getting ~cancelled~, people were getting blacklisted, thrown in prison, and their lives were completely demolished for decades after.

The Civil Rights Movements in America were pushing ahead, and people were fighting back the inequalities-- Linda Brown, Thurgood Marshall, The Highlander Folk School, Brown Vs Board of Education, Rosa Parks, Emmett Till, Montgomery Bus Boycott and the white people who bombed Black churches and homes, Autherine Lucy, The Montgomery Bus Boycott, Civil Rights Act of 1957--- people were getting thrown in prison, their lives destroyed, or MURDERED.

People were not just getting ~cancelled~ in the 1950s. They were getting imprisoned and murdered.

THIS IS WHY HISTORY CLASS IS IMPORTANT, PEOPLE

Also... I don't really believe in ~cancel culture~ anyway.

Am I supposed to feel bad because Roman Polanski is having a hard time getting work?

And by the way, I don't really believe in ~Cancel Culture~ anyway. A few years after Mel Gibson was ~cancelled,~ he was getting a ten minute standing ovation, winning 30 out of 85 nominations, including several Oscar nominations. He's had steady work for all these years, only taking off a couple of years here and there-- and he's doing quite well, now.

JK Terf Rowling ~cancelled~, a billionaire, continues to sell out HP merchandise like there's no tomorrow, cheerfully and intentionally and very publicly just flouted a new anti-hate crime law with absolutely no consequence to her, and has a HP tv show coming out. She's fine. She and her billions don't care that we are furious at her for repeatedly attacking and harassing trans women.

Kevin Spacey is fine-- making millions doing movies. Brad Pitt, fine. Bill Cosby and Roseanne and Louis CK are all touring again. They're all just FINE. Kevin Hart, Mark Wahlberg, Arnie, Woody Allen, Dave Chappelle made millions off his TERF rants on Netflix. Most of the men who were named for #metoo have completely recovered.

They're all FINE.

It's not cancel culture. It's consequence. And even then, most famous people are immune. Their "cancellation" only really lasts a couple of years, so they live with their millions, take walks, have coffees, travel-- and then a few years later, their much richer and influential friends send them work or get them some positive article, and within another year or so, everything is erased.

They're mad because we want consequence to their actions.

They call it ~cAnCeL CuLTurE~ because we're finally asking for some kind of consequence when the commit a crime, harass or abuse people, or are just, in general, awful people.

Accountability ≠  Cancel Culture.

[incorrectclassicbookquotes]

Learning what Linda Brown, the girl who inspired her father to fight against segregated schooling, did with her life makes me so emotional. Like this was a black child who had a disadvantage due to her race and then her father fought for her to get a better education and she ended up becoming a Head Start teacher, a public speaker, and an educational consultant. Her father fought for her rights and not only did she carry on his legacy, but she did so much with her life. It makes me so happy that it proves that if we give children the chance they will do something worthwhile and this is why I want to be a teacher so I can give children that chance to succeed in life.

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Messin' around with some Supergirl and Linda Lee designs

Love drawing Kara/Linda in silly li'l outfits to contrast how brutal she can be.

she's cranky cause she still hasn't adjusted to earth yet (and still grieving Argo/Krypton)

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the girls

i wanted to combine the designs of all the soul riders. including the concept arts (and star academy for lisa). im always imagining them as something between the designs of starshine and sso, so i thought i'd do something with it for once

i wrote an essay in the tags so sorry about that lol

part 2

[theflashjaygarrick]

the tragic part about loving any non-blue eyed dc character is that at some point they will inexplicably give them blue eyes.

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[punkeropercyjackson]

Wally West what're you doing in the Batfam tags.Go back to the Flashfam,you can't thrive here

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Batgirl by Artgerm

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[junespriince]

you know what fuck you! *Yuri your birdflash* au

Wally: Linda! Hartley! Guys I need help!

Linda: what's wrong?

Hartley: is Chris still bothering you? God, he can't take no for an answer!

Wally: not him, those he did try to sit with me in lecture today, but that's besides the point just, ugh just come with me to my apartment!

Kyle, Conner, Hartley, Linda, Ace, and Bart sitting in her living room.

Wally: so Birdie just asked me out on a date—

Kyle: about fucking time.

Wally: shut up Kyle, and listen!

Wally, huffs: anyways, she asked me out on a date, and I don't know what to wear, she said we're going to a thrift store, and then a botanical garden exhibit, and then a dinner at this way to fancy restaurant and I don't want to make more of a fool of myself then I already have, I mean what if I dress to fancy I'll stick out, but if I dress to lower she'll hate me and I'll never see her again and like this was a dream come true she asked me out, if she hate me then we won't build a house together in the forest, adopt a turtle as our child, maybe have a dog too, and we won't wake up together or make bread together or anything! I need you guys to help me here!

Hartley: if she hates you for dressing comfortably then she ain't it then.

Wally: but she's everything! She's smart, beautiful, talented, her eyes are the most beautiful gems I ever seen, her dimples are so cute, and she takes up half my future planning I can't mess this up, please just help a girl out over here! *Staring to tear up*

Kyle: okay, okay we get it! We'll help, stop crying!

Bart: must be real desperate bringing all of us in here to help.

Wally: very! Kori off planet or I'd call her too.

Ace: okay sis, bring out the outfits you have in mind.

Linda: and the shoes! Oh let me get my makeup bag as well, I'll be right back!

Conner: I'll make some tea and look through your hair products, I'm thinking hair down, help shape those curls out, and maybe a cute hair accessory.

Kyle: can I go cunty?

Wally: no! This is the first date! I need to be cute, but rememberable.

Hartley: let me see your closet, when the date?

Wally: in seven hours.

Hartley: a little bit of a challenge but doable.

Bart: I'll make snacks, and I'll have Kon spy on her so we can match her levels!

Wally, about to cry again: oh my god thank you, thank you, thank you!

7 hours later and at Bludhaven's cafe, lesbian owned

Rania ((Urania ))(Dick*), dressed in a cute and nice little blazer moment, in deep green, dress shirt unbuttoned at the top, Sharp but not too sharp makeup, short hair slicked back a bit, tented glasses rest at the edge of her nose and they're red hearts: My little Willow tree, you are right on time, excited for our date to be late? *Soft chuckle, dimples showing*

Wally, long waterfall curls with a cute strawberry headband, that iconic strawberry midi dress, very little makeup Bec we don't cover freckles in this house hold, nervous: very, I-I,,, I didn't want to keep you waiting is all, rainy.

Rania, calm and collective: no worries, *offers arm* let's go, have a busy night ahead of us.

Wally, blushing taking her arm: y-yeah.

Rania, hours before

Rania, holding her brothers, sister, Steph, Barbara, Donna, her dad, the butler, Roy, and Kori hostage in her room: if I don't look stunning for that pretty girl, I will die! I need suggestions and support people!

Jason: why would we want to help you?

Rania: because if I don't impress her, I'm destroying all your books.

Jason:

Jason: I'll get the makeup.

Roy: girl, I don't know how to dress myself the hell you think I can help you here?

Rania: then support me!

Bruce, on the phone: calling Diana, Selena, and Talia as we speak sweetheart.

Alfred: I'll get the outfit Miss Urania.

Rania: thanks, I just,,, I have to make a good impression on her! My future hangs in the balance with her!

Barbara: getting the gel, Damian get Jon to spy on Willow we need these two to match, sapphics love a good match.

Damian: got it. Do you want some tea Urania?

Rania: yes, please, thanks Dami, you're a good kid, and I love you so much, you know that?

Damian, prideful about the praise: of course I do.

Tim: kiss ass

Damian: hate not being the favorite, I see.

Kori: oh, oh, I want to pick out the shoes! Maybe favorite are in your closet right?

Rania: the Church's Burwood Oxford in black or the Church's Fairstead Oxford?

Kori: the first one.

Rania: uh, in the shoes closet, back right wall.

Kori: yay!

Donna: getting the accessories, you want the tinted pink shades or the red?

Rania: red heart ones.

Donna: gotcha.

Stephanie: let me see those outfits Al, I have a vision.

Damian: hope that vision includes strawberries, West is in a strawberry midi dress, whatever that is.

Stephanie: GASP, it does! I could kiss her! Get the green dress suit!

Cass: I'll get it!

Duke: how her make up Damian?

Damian: soft, they're leaving the freckles.

Rania, blushing: they're leaving the freckles,,,,, Dad, tell them to get here fast and call Harley and Ivy and auntie kate we need those two lesbian asap!

Bruce: got it!

Damian: some chamomile tea, and I have some lavender at the ready if you need it, Urania.

Rania: thank you dami, again *kiss his forehead*

Back on the date

Wally, in her head: wow she's so calm, and pretty, oh focus Wally, you don't need to trip!

Rania, in her mind: god she's so pretty, damn I can the wedding, no, no, focus on today damnit!

*but a Romani name I really like for her also I did use behind the name so if it's not right oops I did look into this

[tiger-in-the-flightdeck]

A Bird and his Flock have migrated from Metropolis to Gotham.

What could possibly go wrong?

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Social Media AU Masterlist

[kara-zor-els]

There needs to be a protection squad for women in DC comics that are getting disrespected for daring to get in the way of a gay crackship.

[incorrectclassicbookquotes]

I looked up Linda Brown who was in third grade when her father, Oliver Brown, challenged the segregation of schools in the United States in the Supreme Court case Brown v. Board of Education and she stayed in the education system pretty much her whole life. "Throughout her life, Brown continued her advocacy for equal access to education in Kansas. Brown worked as a Head Start teacher and a program associate in the Brown Foundation. She was a public speaker and an education consultant."

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Silver age Supergirl character AU (because I love obscure characters)

Richard "Dick" Malverne

Richard Malverne (formerly known as Richard Wilson before his adoption, first appeared in 1959 ) was one of Kara's first real human friends with a "boy next door" personality. In the comics he was an orphan like Kara, he was described as Supergirl's "Lana Lang" and was a recurring character throughout her highschool and early adult days. When he first met Supergirl he quickly deduced that she was his friend Linda (Supergirl's earth name back then) and set up many elaborate schemes to prove it (he literally made a life size dummy that looked exactly like himself that would explode if Linda/kara used her xray vision on it, like bro that's dedication) he didn't have malicious intentions mind you, it's just that everyone in the silver age was insane. After a few failed attempts he eventually let the "i know you're Supergirl" thing go.

As an adult he later got cancer and told Kara on his deathbed that he always knew she was Supergirl but just let it go for her sake.

Calling him "Richie" in this AU

He's a positive, sweet lad who's a bit clumsy so people underestimate him, but he's a lot smarter than he seems.

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family

(a/n: SURPRISE FIC!!!!!!!! I wrote this prose poem thingy for a class writing exercise last semester and I'm very proud of it, and I wanted to put something out for bttf day so here it is now :) I hope yall enjoy it!!)

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I have a father. A father who I am unsure if I will ever truly know in any real way. His eyes have been fixed to the television every night for as long as I can remember. He blinks in tandem with the static. He is wired, he laughs along with the laugh track. He is wired to cringe and cower beneath and stutter and laugh and laugh and laugh. His laugh, what a shaky, unsure laugh. He laughs and nods and laughs, full of fear. "Yes, sir, of course, sir, I know, sir-- hah, ouch-- yes, sir, I know, sir. You can- can count on me, sir." I ask him why he does what he does. He tells me he can do nothing else.

I have a mother, although I wonder if I ever truly had a mother. I wonder if this was something that developed as I grew up. Maybe it is just that I cannot remember her for who she used to be, or maybe she has always been like this. So jaded, so distant. A haze lies over her eyes, they are glass. Every evening they become glass. Tonight she is two vodkas in.

I have a brother who does not take his life as seriously as he should. Ever since graduating he has sat in the same place, flipping and frying. He does not like effort. He tells me that he is content as he is. A lazy smile, the stench of grease lingering from the spot he stands in even long after he has left. It is everywhere in his room. It creeps out in the wash and corrupts the rest of our clothes and bedsheets. He is turning gray before my eyes. Any longer, and I fear he will become a stone.

I have a sister, and she is miserable. Wanting and yearning, yet stifled. Aware, though. She is aware of what our parents have and what they do not have, and what they do not have she wants for herself. Her heart calls out. It tires of living in such a perpetual state of stillness, it wants to beat. A companion. A dinner for two, caring not if it will work out, just to try. That is what she wants: to try.

I have a family, and they are not you.

I have a girlfriend and she is my world. She is the sun when the clouds get thick and the clouds when the sun gets hot. She is musical laughter and stolen kisses before algebra class. She is planned-out road trips and a walk hand in hand through the town square. She is off-key, loudly-sung ABBA under the stars after leaving the cinema. She is a ride through the neighborhood, a skateboard date to 7-Eleven at twilight. She has been in the front row of every gig I have ever done (exactly two). She sings along when I practice my guitar-- not loudly, not off-key-- but just right. From her heart. She is solace.

She is everything to me, but not in the same way you are.

I sit down at the dinner table. My brother eats, but my sister prefers talking over chewing. I do not blame her, I am not hungry either. My fork becomes a rake on my plate with its slow and languid movements. Our mother speaks of her brother who will be visiting tomorrow. My sister makes a snarky comment, a blunt knife shot from between her teeth. Our mother just laughs, and it is the closest thing to genuinity I have heard from her in a long time, although it is not quite there. She calls out to our father. He does not answer, he has wired himself up to the television the way he does every night. Our mother waits, but he does not answer. He laughs along with the laugh track.

I have a father, and he is not you.

Stomach turning, I retreat to my room for the evening. I play my guitar until I hear my sister snap through the wall for me to quiet down. I prop my guitar against the wall and dial on my landline, and it rings one, two times before you answer. You greet me with warmth in your voice, you ask me how my day was. I tell you. You ask me about algebra, and I make a strange noise. You help me with my homework, we are on the phone for hours as numbers clash and meld together in my mind's eye. It is late now, and you can hear the tiredness in my voice. The math book is long gone, but we are still talking, although there are more pauses in our voices. Tomorrow is my audition, I say. You know, you remember. Come by my garage in the morning before school, you tell me-- I made something for you that might help you out with practicing. You can play without having to worry about waking your family up.

I have a father, and he is not you. But he does not ask me about my day with genuine interest. He does not help me with my algebra homework. He does not tell me his dreams and aspirations, and he does not encourage mine with equal enthusiasm. He does not give me pep talks. He does not get Burger King and offer to watch cheesy older movies with me when I have had a bad day. He does not put his heart into everything he does and include me in all of it. He does not stay on the line with me until I fall asleep, smile on my face and phone resting limply in my hand.

I am not in his world and he is not in mine. But you and I, we are engrained, woven into each others'.

I have a father, and he is not you. But family is not always the thing written in one's blood.