The flamboyant Major General James “Jeb” Stuart was a true cavalier of the Confederate States. Dressed to the nines in frock coat and 17th century English accessory, Stuart led his horse artillery to fame in the Wilderness Campaign and Battle of Chancellorsville, until his death at Yellow Tavern in 1864. The song was likely written by Sam Sweeney of Stuart’s cavalry arm, as he performed the song for Stuart and his officers throughout the Gettysburg Campaign.
Pictured: Major General Jeb Stuart. Written ca. 1863.
It’s springtime at Sheffield University—the flowers are blooming, the birds are singing, and fast-pals Susan, Esther, and Daisy continue to survive their freshman year of university. Susan is barely dealing with her recent breakup with McGraw, Esther is considering dropping out of school, and Daisy is trying to keep everyone and everything from falling apart! Combined with house- hunting, indie film festivals, and online dating, can the girls make it to second year? Collects issues #13-16.
After being wrongfully accused of deicide by his angelic brethren, the Prince of Hell undertook an epic quest through the cosmos to clear his name. Now he wants nothing more than to retire to his Los Angeles club, Ex Lux, and drown the world’s sorrows one drink at a time.
With the throne of Heaven still vacant, archangels are turning on each other in an effort to seize their absent Father’s crown. And since the Lightbringer has no desire to revisit his former kingdom, a vicious power struggle has erupted in the infernal realm, as well.
Caught between chaos above and below, Earth has never been more vulnerable. In order to keep his terrestrial retreat safe from collateral damage, Lucifer must reluctantly rejoin the fight for control over Creation. But as the battle rages, the aftershocks from his Father’s demise are growing stronger and making it clear that some fates really are worse than death.
The saga of the world’s original antihero reaches new heights (and depths) in LUCIFER VOL. 2: FATHER LUCIFER, collecting issues #7-12 of the acclaimed series from author Holly Black (The Spiderwick Chronicles) and artist Lee Garbett (Loki).
Jake just wants to have a nice relaxing weekend without any adventures. Not too much to ask for, right? Too bad the Governor of Ghost-A- Rica has plans of his own and that means releasing his ghost minions to steal the youth of all the citizens in Ooo. It’s a battle for youth, literally! Collects issues #50-54.
Collects Power Man and Iron Fist #6-9, Sweet Christmas Annual #1.
Luke and Danny have only just put the band back together — will CIVIL WAR II tear it apart? Maybe, when Iron Fist finds himself behind iron bars! But who better to get him out of a cage than Power Man? Then again, Luke’s crack team of former criminals may be more of a hindrance than a help! And there’s the small matter of Captain Marvel’s reaction to the Inhuman Ulysses’ prison-break premonition! As for the philosophical disagreement underpinning the conflict rocking the Marvel Universe, our two heroes start out on the same side — but the predictive justice vigilantes Preemptive Strike may just change that! Plus: From Civil War to peace on Earth! It’s Luke’s favorite holiday — but demonic toys might make this a bitter Christmas, not sweet!
This beautifully illustrated and emotional story is an evocative memoir about the search for a better future and a longing for the past. Exploring the anguish of immigration and the lasting effects that displacement has on a child and her family, Bui documents the story of her family’s daring escape after the fall of South Vietnam in the 1970s, and the difficulties they faced building new lives for themselves. At the heart of Bui’s story is a universal struggle: While adjusting to life as a first-time mother, she ultimately discovers what it means to be a parent—the endless sacrifices, the unnoticed gestures, and the depths of unspoken love. Despite how impossible it seems to take on the simultaneous roles of both parent and child, Bui pushes through. With haunting, poetic writing and breathtaking art, she examines the strength of family, the importance of identity, and the meaning of home. In what Pulitzer Prize–winning novelist Viet Thanh Nguyen calls “a book to break your heart and heal it,” The Best We Could Do brings to life Thi Bui’s journey of understanding, and provides inspiration to all of those who search for a better future while longing for a simpler past.
Summary: Reader is in a rock band (she has a lip ring and tattoos). Steve introduces her to the Avengers who are big fans of her band. Requested by: Anon Notes: ‘(Y/n)’ - Your Name, ‘(Y/f/n)’ - Your full name, ‘(B/N)’ - The Rock Band Reader is part of in this one shot
Waiting outside the looming building of the Avengers tower, you pulled out your phone to call Steve. You got a few odd looks. Some people who were judging your fashion choice and others who seemed to be wondering if you were indeed (Y/f/n). It was quite amusing really to see them dismiss it. A few people on the other side of the street pulled out their phones to take photos but you ignored them.
Steve wasn’t answering his phone so you decided to enter anyway. A receptionist directed you up to the Avengers main floor. Your time in the elevator seemed to last hours, in which your heart felt like it was going to burst out of your chest.
The doors chimed open and a British sounding electronic voice announced your arrival.
“(Y/f/n)?” You heard a man say loudly and saw several faces staring at you.
A man you recognised as Tony Stark ran over to you, “Holy crap. I am a huge fan.”
You laughed, glancing over his shoulder for Steve but you couldn’t find him.
“Thanks.” You nodded at Tony then put your attention on the other man suddenly by your side. His platinum blond hair ruffled.
“You must be Pietro?” You asked and his jaw dropped. He quickly recovered however.
“That’s me, Pietro Maximoff. Pleasure to meet you.” He took your hand in his, gently placing a kiss on the back of your hand.
You managed not to blush but couldn’t help the involuntary smile creeping on your face. Steve hadn’t told you they were fans.
“’Scuse me boys.” A woman with beautiful red hair, pushed them gently to either side and flashed a smile at you.
“Natasha Romanoff. I’m a big fan.” Her composure broke on the last sentence and she could barely keep the smile off her face.
You smiled at both of them, your tongue flicking out to wet your lips, touching your lip ring briefly.
Suddenly you heard your band’s music playing.
You saw that the culprit was Pietro.
Wanda got your attention on her. “This is your band?”
“They’re good. I like them.” She smiled secretively and you traced the pattern of your tattoo like you did when you were nervous.
“Ah! I see you’ve all met (Y/n)!”
You sighed in relief as Steve entered the room, standing beside you.
The other Avengers shared confused glances.
“And I see they’re big fans?” Steve grinned at you and you wrapped an arm around his waist, prompting him to wrap an arm around your shoulders.
“What?” Tony gasped. “I’m sorry, what?”
“I’m glad you’re fans of my girlfriend’s band.” Steve said, laughing slightly.
As if on cue, you leaned up to plant a kiss on his cheek.
Tony raised a finger, “Sorry, this is a joke right? You’re joking. (Y/n), (Y/f/n) from the band (B/N) is not dating Captain America.”
“Actually I am.” You smirked, “I’m that lucky.”
Tony laughed, “Excuse me, I have to go get a drink.” He left the room leaving the Avengers still in shock.
“Surprise!” Steve said weakly causing you to laugh and rest your head against his chest.
Request: an imagine with bucky, like, he’s kinda shy and doesn’t talk too much but he’s a sweetheart and something really cute? please? and thank you again! –@theh3aven
Prompt: You are apart of the Avengers and have been friends with Steve for a while when he finally introduces you to bucky, knowing that you two will hit it off. However Bucky is a cute adorable shy puppy who can’t find the words to tell you he likes you!
Word Count: 779
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Just some fluff and cute shy puppy dog Buck
You always loved the parties that Tony threw at the Avengers tower. You would always meet the most interesting people, but you had never met someone quite like Bucky. Steve had always told you about Bucky, and had said that you two would get along very well, but you had never had the chance to meet this Bucky and find out for yourself. Until tonight.
“Hey Y/N, come over here I want to introduce you to Bucky!”, Steve yelled over the loud music. You made your way over to Steve, squeezing past a crowd of women dancing; the lights reflecting of of their glittering necklaces like knives in your eyes.
“Y/N this is Bucky, Bucky this is Y/N.”, Steve said as he introduced you to a tall man with chin-length brown hair, broad shoulders and stubble that stretched across his defined jaw. He was a particularly handsome man, yet he seemed to shrink around the crowd.
You shook his hand firmly, “Steve’s told me so much about you.”, you say cheerfully. All Bucky can do is give a weak smile, his face moves as if he wants to speak but the words don’t quite make it out of his mouth. He’s shy, you think to yourself. This is not the Bucky that Steve told you about. The Bucky you had known from Steve’s stories was brave and strong, had taken down Nazis, had helped win the second World War. This Bucky couldn’t stand to look you in the eye, much less talk to you. A sheep in wolf’s clothing.
“Well I’ll leave you two alone.”, Steve said with a wink. As Steve left, you noticed Bucky’s facial expressions tensen up. He’s scared of crowds and Steve is his shield against all the unknown, you thought to yourself.
You were surprised that Steve had set you up with someone, and that it had been his own best friend. “Should we get some drinks? Maybe go somewhere quiet?”, you asked politely. At the mention of going somewhere quiet, relief flooded into his face, “Let’s do that.” For the first time, he spoke, and you heard the coarse melody of his voice.
You grabbed a couple of drinks and headed upstairs to one of the many living areas in the tower. Here it was quiet, the voices of downstairs muffled but not completely gone, with a glass window that stretched across the entire wall giving you a beautiful view of Manhattan. The sights and sounds gave the room a peaceful ambience which Bucky seemed to enjoy.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”, you asked. “Very. You should’ve seen it back in my time, not nearly as pretty.”, he responded. Now that he was away from the overwhelming atmosphere that is a Tony Stark party, Bucky seemed more relaxed. His walls were down, but he still had an armory of shyness at his fingertips.
“So,” you started, “I know Steve told me a lot about you, but did he tell you about me?” He gave another one of those weak smiles. He looked as if he was holding back, like he wanted to say something but his shyness was holding back. He looked at his hands then finally answered. “He did…he uh…Told me you were very kind and outgoing. And that I should be uh… prepared… to have my walls torn down because uh…you would persist on getting to know me.” You smiled at the thought of Steve telling Bucky about you. What he said was true. You were very outgoing and would stop at nothing to get to know someone.
With a smile you said, “Do you think he’s right? Or do you think he overplayed it?” Another smile, this time not weak, but he didn’t give it all the effort. He chuckled, “No, no, if anything I think he underplayed you.” Finally, he looked you in the eyes. His eyes were a beautiful shade of turquoise, in this light they almost looked green. “I’ve only known you for a few minutes and yet,” he continued, “you seem like the most amazing person I’ve ever met.” The words came out of his mouth with difficulty, but he truly meant it. You could see it from the way he looked at you.
Your cheeks lit up with warmth, “Stop it Barnes, or else you’ll end up in trouble tonight.” This pulled a smile from him. When Bucky smiled it was the most beautiful thing ever. To see someone who’s hiding so much pain and emotion finally smile and be truly happy for the first time in a while, is heartwarming. “I mean it.”, he said, “you really are amazing.”
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The national anthem of the Confederate States, Dixie’s Land was written by Daniel Decatur Emmett for the Bryan’s Minstrels in 1859. Many accounts circulate which claim to know the origin, or inspiration, for Emmett’s song, yet none are definitive. Its popularity in minstrel shows helped to cement the song even within the North, unto the personal tastes of Abe Lincoln. The President requested that a military band play Dixie on April 8th, coincidentally the day before Grant would accept Lee’s surrender. Lincoln is reported to have said, “That tune is now Federal property and it is good to show the rebels that, with us in power, they will be free to hear it again.”
Published June 21, 1860. Pictured: an 1860 publication from the Rare Book, Manuscript, and Special Collections Library at Duke University.