Countries, in alphabetical order, that have an Independence Day celebrating their departure from the United Kingdom: Afghanistan, Antigua and Barbuda, The Bahamas, Bahrain, Belize, Botswana, Brunei, Cameroon, Canada, Cyprus, Dominica, Egypt, The Gambia, Ghana, Guyana, India, Iraq, Israel, Jamaica, Jordan, Kenya, Kiribati, Kuwait, Lesotho, Malawi, Malaysia, Maldives, Malta, Myanmar, Nigeria, Pakistan, Qatar, Saint Kitts and Nevis, Saint Lucia, Saint Vincent and the Grenadines, Seychelles, Sierra Leone, Solomon Islands, Somalia, South Africa, Sri Lanka, Trinidad and Tobago, Tuvalu, Uganda, the United Arab Emirates, The United States, Zambia, and Zimbabwe.

Countries, in alphabetical order, that don’t deserve an Independence Day celebrating their departure from the European Union: The United Kingdom.

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.

when you’re just another social casualty

when you don’t wake up with amnesia

when she doesn’t walk your way

when you waste the night

when you don’t go back to San Francisco

when this isn’t your independence day

On the other hand, Smith is really, really good at monologues. Not (and this is an important distinction) dialogue; if you get two people talking in a Kevin Smith movie, it sounds like they’re reading off the back of cereal boxes until the next dick joke comes around. But he really has a talent for pausing a movie and letting a character sink into a long, uninterrupted story, like Tracy Morgan’s elaborate hypotheticals in Cop Out or a gripping emotional moment from Genesis Rodriguez in the absolutely execrable Tusk, a movie inspired by a dumb joke he made on a podcast. And of course, the speech he delivers as Silent Bob in Chasing Amy (an admittedly decent movie).

In Mallrats, the unexpected airplane story seems like it’s building to something remarkable. It feels like it should be the climax of the movie, but it’s not; it’s not even the climax of that scene. It’s just a long speech about a dude jerking it on a plane. And yet it’s riveting, not just to the audience in the film, but to us, the watchers of the watchers themselves.

Smith, for all of his faults, has a genuine and deep talent for writing speeches that pull you out of the movie and into another emotional place entirely. Like somehow, it just has the weird, wondrous Kevin Smith power to suck you in that his actual narratives and command of the screen utterly do not. It actually makes a lot of sense that Kevin Smith has pivoted into a second career lately as a podcast host and all-around pop culture raconteur; he’s just not as good as making films as he is at speeches.

5 ‘Meh’ Directors Who Do One Thing Better Than Anyone Else

“This was an actual game played at circuses & carnivals, mostly in celebration of “INDEPENDENCE DAY”, all over America from the late 19th century well into the early 1940s. 3 balls cost them a dime to hit a grinning Black CHILD peeking through a platform painted to resemble an African jungle while the child’s head appeared through the open mouth of a crocodile. This is a part of our history that you will NEVER see in any textbook or any class. Get in tune my people, to be ignorant of the past is to be blinded going into the future…. “

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Today, the 25th of March, is Greece’s Independence Day

Let us honor the brave men and women who fell in battle for the freedom and independence of their country, who breathed life into the hundreds of thousands of enslaved Hellenes, and led the way to victory.

On this day in 1821, our ancestors in Peloponnese declared the Revolution. And though many before them had failed, these great heroes fought until their lands had been successfully freed from Ottoman tyranny.

Head iseseisvuspäeva! Happy Independence Day!!

On the 24th of February, in Estonia, we celebrate our Independece day, and this year it marks the 99th yer since the founding of my beautiful home country!

I decided to mark the situation with a special lil video, filled with all kinds of really Estonian imagery and some really nostalgic music for everyone to enjoy!

Elagu Eesti!