“What to the slave is the Fourth of July?” posed Frederick Douglass to a gathering of 500-600 abolitionists in Rochester, N.Y., in 1852. Admission to the speech was 12 cents, and the crowd at the Rochester Ladies’ Anti-Slavery Society was enthusiastic, voting unanimously to endorse the speech at its end. This speech would be remembered as one of the most poignant addresses by Douglass, a former slave turned statesman. Douglass gave it on July 5, refusing to celebrate the Fourth of July until all slaves were emancipated.

On July 3, 165 years later, the same question was posed on a stage in the basement of the National Archives, in Washington, D.C. This time by an actor, dressed like Frederick Douglass and wearing a wig, speaking to a 100 or so people, plus the livestream audience, in the William G. McGowan Theater. The event was put on with the help of the Frederick Douglass National Historic Site, which hosts an annual reading of the speech, entitled The Meaning of July Fourth for the Negro.

‘What To The Slave Is The Fourth Of July?’ Frederick Douglass, Revisited

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Happy 4th to all my American friends! 🎉💙❤I added a few new prints to my Custom Print shop in honor of our two country’s celebrating independence and getting older 😁💝 “The Girl Who Knew Too Much” is one of the new images that went up on store.camilladerrico.com! Sometimes my brain feels like this lol So many ideas! How about you lovelies 😉I hope that today is an amazing day for you all!! Big squishes 💖💖💖


*breaks down your door*


*punches the wall*


*rips down your posters*


*jumps out the window*


*lies facedown in grass*


The Fourth of Feelings

Originally posted by igotsxven

May I request a Mark drabble where, being the only two Americans, decide to celebrate the Fourth of July together and he ends up confessing his feelings to you

Disclaimer: I don’t own the gifs/ images used.

This had been a bad idea from the beginning, and you knew it.

Jackson decided it would be a good idea, and alarm bells should have been ringing from that very moment because anything that Jackson classed as a ‘good idea’ is a curse from the very start.

Lights of red, white and blue lined the garden with various American flags and bunting hangs on the fences underneath the hot, summer sky that is starting to fall to dusk now time is ticking on.

You’d never been so saddened to call yourself American, because really, you didn’t want to celebrate this evening. Not when there would be fireworks exploding in the sky. It wasn’t that you hated fireworks because they’re beautiful, like sprinkles of glitter in the sky, but the noise - you can’t handle the noise.

“Feels like we’re back in America right now, right?” Mark speaks, and that’s when you realise he’d stepped up beside you at some point while you’d been lost in thought.

“It does, yeah.” You agree, “Jackson’s outdone himself this time.”

Mark laughed, and it sounded like angels descended. “Any excuse for a party, you know what he’s like.”

“Such a wild party with eight of us.” You replied sarcastically, but grinning playfully, your worries disappearing for the most part.

“Seven, actually. Yugyeom has gone home for the weekend.” Mark adds on, laughing at your remark.

“There almost no point, we should wait for him to come back.” You slip in, hoping Mark wouldn’t catch on that you feared the fireworks.

“Yeah but it won’t be the fourth then.” Mark smiled at you, “Anyway, it’ll be fun.”

“Yeah.” You reply, sliding your foot on the grass, lightly kicking it in a heart sinking feeling. How are you supposed to have a cool exterior in front of these guys and your crush when you can’t handle a few fireworks? You find yourself feeling anxious as your mind slips back into worrying about the fireworks.

“Are you alright, {y/n}, you’re looking a little bit pale.” Mark frowns, his hand resting on your back as he watches you with concern.

You look up, forcing a smile to your lips. “Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry, just a little tired, I suppose.”

Mark doesn’t seem entirely convinced, but he nods in response anyway. “Come on, I’ll get us something to drink.” He says, motioning for you to sit and wait for him.

Your heart didn’t stop racing until the sun had fully gone down, and as Jackson set up the fireworks, you felt your fists clenching harshly against your sides. Your knuckles had turned white from the pressure, and your nails were digging into your palms slightly more harshly than perhaps they should.

“Happy Fourth of July!” Jackson shouts, then the firework swooshes past him and into the sky, you brace yourself as it bangs, your ears begin to ring as your eyes squeeze shut.

“Are you alright {y/n}?” You vaguely hear Mark’s voice, but you’re frozen in fear, and tears are welling up in your eyes.

You don’t respond, but Mark grabs you from around the waist and lifts you into his arms, carrying you back into the house. No one else notices, not while they watch the bright colours in awe that explode in the sky. You don’t speak again until you’re back inside, your arms hugging Mark’s neck as tears spill onto his shirt.

He sits down on the sofa, cradling you in his lap as he hold your tight.  

“You should have said you didn’t like fireworks you muppet.” Mark says sweetly, rubbing your back as you pull away, just enough to look up at him.

“I’m sorry. I know I should have, now I just look pathetic.” You sighed, shaking your head.

“Hey, hey. Don’t worry about it.” He soothed, running his fingers through your hair to place the loose strands behind your ears. Then moving his thumbs across your face to remove the drops of sadness off your face, all the while looking calm and content. That was the best thing about Mark, he always had such a calming influence of you.

“I am though, because I spend so much time trying to impress you and now I’ve ruined-” You stopped, realising what words were tumbling from your mouth. Your eyes widened, your hand jumping to your mouth to cover it in astonishment.

Mark laughed, “Impress me? {y/n}, you don’t even need to try.”

“Shit, I wasn’t supposed- you weren’t- I shouldn’t have said-”

None of your words seemed to create a sentence, you trailed off, feeling more and more like you wanted to curl up in a ball and never emerge again. But Mark seemed happier than ever, his smile proved that.

He pulled you in closer, holding you close to his chest as he pressed a kiss to forehead.

“I’m taking that as a confession, so I suppose I should man up and tell you that I like you too.”

You, still shaken from the fireworks and the confession, held him tightly, hugging his chest, barely speaking but keeping him close to your heart.

Shoutout to every American who doesn’t like fireworks and therefore doesn’t heavily celebrate Fourth of July!
Whether it’s from PTSD, hearing issues, or anything else, I’m with you! I’ll be inside away from the loud noises that hurt my ears and give me panic attacks. You can still love America and be patriotic without doing fireworks- no matter what my mom says.

Don't talk to me if

-You’re not a therian/otherkin
-You’re not a feminist
-You’re a cishet white male
-You don’t support BLM
-You celebrate the Fourth of July
-You think there are only two genders
- You think SJW is an insult
-You’re truscum or transmedicalist
-You’re not LGBTQIA*
- You voted for trump
-You’re a capitalist
-You support free speech

Because you’re probably a fucking privileged troglodyte uwu

X-Kids Fourth of July

-So Xavier always throws a pool party/barbecue for his students on the Fourth of July.
-Kurt and Ororo have never celebrated Fourth of July before.
-And oh man are they in for an experience.
-Naturally, the professor puts Jubilee in charge of fireworks.
-Peter wears ten floaties in the pool because he’s secretly terrified of drowning.
-Concept: Warren in a speedo (Happy Independence Day to Kurt amirite?)
-He won’t go in the pool though because he doesn’t like to get his feathers wet, poor baby.
-Ororo’s having none of that and she causes a sudden downpour on Warren while he’s trying to sunbathe.
-“Now your feathers are wet and you have no excuse.”
-Jean requires a metric ton of sunscreen to avoid getting sunburned.
-She needs help getting the stuff on her back and Scott volunteers as tribute.
-He also volunteers to grill the burgers and hot dogs.
-“I have complete faith in you, Scott.  Hank, Erik, make sure he doesn’t burn anything.”
-Peter bugs Scott while he’s grilling.
-“Why don’t you just use your laser eyes to grill the food?”  “They are NOT LASERS”
-Miraculously, nothing burns.
-The sun goes down and it’s time to break out the explosives.
-Warren chases Peter across the lawn with a sparkler until Ororo tells him to stop.
-Jubilee orchestrates a fireworks show with all the style and pizzazz she can muster (which is a lot)
-The sound of the fireworks startle Kurt at first, but then Raven slips him some ear-plugs.
-She remembers how Azazel’s ears would always hurt from fireworks.
-Finally, no summer celebration is complete without a bonfire.
-Peter breaks out a bag of marshmallows and all the kids make s’mores.
-Kurt falls asleep on Warren’s shoulder.  Warren could not be happier.
-Actually, several kids fall asleep and Hank has to carry them back to the house.

anonymous asked:

Does the studio celebrate any holidays? I don't think they would to Christmas because of religious reasons, but what about others like Fourth of July?

Yeah Christmas is kinda… idk? Maybe though, just celebrated in a different way. Like more to just be together and party rather than for anything religious?

But yeah they’d totally celebrate Fourth of July and New Years, and they would absolutely celebrate Halloween.

anonymous asked:

You wouldn't happen to have any 4th of July fic recs would you? Porny, back seat of the impala sex ones would be sooooo good.

As a matter of fact I do have some 4th of July fic recs! It’s not a big list but in one of them (the first one) Sam does get fucked in the backseat of the Impala. 


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Set during 5x16 “Dark Side of the Moon.” After the fireworks, Dean’s memory went to a very different place.

July 4th, 1996 by magicbubblepipe

Not all of the fireworks were literal (or why that night really made Dean’s greatest hits). 

7/4/1996 by riyku

We’ve all seen what happened when Dean took Sam out to that field to light off fireworks, but we don’t know what might have happened after.


The Rockets’ Red Glare by AgtSpooky

Growing distant from one another as one hunt turns into another, never having time for just themselves, Sam’s childhood memory of the 4th of July is just what he and Dean need to reconnect.

July 4th, 2013 by The_Chicago_Way

Sam and Dean celebrate the Fourth of July.

Imagine waking up one day in a world, like ours, but with a parallel society alongside it that outnumbers it, say, ten to one. They dress in strange robes that seem shapeless and have unusual patterns on them you’ve never seen before; they talk of kukesh and sava instead of “right” and “wrong,” and the virtue of maor, and they try to translate these words into your language, but when you try to compare them to things you care about–love, family, individualism, freedom, happiness–they make a face and shake their heads.

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Celebrate America: A Fourth of July Concert in the Sky! by Andrew Carter

Cherry Bomb

Pairing: Finn Balor x original character

Summary: A few people start lighting fireworks, and I make sure I’m sober enough to take someone to the hospital if necessary.

Tags: @neversatisfiedgirl @motleymoose @kyoukohorimiya @wrestlingnoob @ambrosegirlforever @deseraysmiththings

“Don’t you think it’ll be nice to actually, ya know, get out and have a little bit of fun?” Bayley means well, and she reminds me of this by wrapping a comforting arm around me. “I know that you enjoy keeping to yourself, and I love that about you, but I really think that you’ll enjoy coming out with us. It won’t be anything too crazy, it’ll just be a couple of us celebrating the fourth of July, since we can’t go home this year.”

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