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[RvB] In Hope’s Shadow

Title: In Hope’s Shadow

Rating: PG-13

Characters: Wash, Tucker, Junior, Epsilon

Notes: Written for the RvB Reverse Big Bang, run by @rvbficwars​. There is some absolutely incredible artwork which inspired and was created for this fic by the amazingly talented @adobewanphotobi​ who I worked with on this challenge, which can be found here.

It’s a Star Wars AU! :D

Summary: A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, Lavernius Tucker packs up his life and flees his home planet with his son to escape the lengthening shadow of the Empire’s influence. Along the way, he finds a bit more than he bargained for.

“There you go buddy,” Tucker say as he tugs Junior’s hood up to cover as much of his face as he can. “You got all your things?”

Junior holds up a his stuffed toy and gives a questioning noise. It’s a ragged thing that he’s had since he was a baby, and the original acid blue colour has faded to a sort of grey-green by now. It’s shaped like one of the local species; six spindly limbs, a long tail, and a green furry ruff around the neck that almost obscures the button eyes. It’s ugly as sin in Tucker’s opinion, but Junior loves it.

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CRAIG: And if it’s not actually sweet it’s not Tucker approved.

TWEEK: i thought you just said you didn’t care??

CRAIG: Yeah. But only if it’s good.

CRAIG: And if it’s not sweet then it’s not good.

some reasons why s3 is my favorite

“After Wash becomes separated from Tucker during Season 12, Tucker tries desperately to save him and seems to miss his presence” thats gay

“Tucker expressed great concern at the fact that he had to escape without Wash, and cried out to him during a battle.” thats. thats really gay

“he bravely put aside this fear after encouragement from Washington” tucker, buddy,

anonymous asked:

Bellarke + “A kiss in exchange for every nice thing you say about me. Deal?” and “No, I’m serious. Stop it right now or I won’t give you the last cookie.”

A/N: This is for the 2nd prompt! :)

There are times when being a parent is great.

Your child’s first word, first steps. When they grab your finger in their tiny hand and smile at you for absolutely no reason. These are just a few of the amazing things that you get to experience as a parent.

But sometimes, it fucking sucks.

Like today, when she’s almost running late for work and her son would rather slam two toy trucks together than get his shoes on.

“Tucker, can you please help me get your shoes on?” she coos at her three year old, who’s currently sitting on the floor of her bedroom surrounded by toys.


Clarke closes her eyes, trying like hell not to lose her cool, but it’s his first day at his new daycare and they should have been there twenty minutes ago. 

Instead of attempting to put the kid’s shoes on for the fifth time she starts to tickle him, surprise attack style, and picks him up, tucking his shoes into her purse and carrying him out the door.

“Mama, no!” Tucker squirms, trying to get out of her arms, and she rolls her eyes.

“I’m much bigger than you buddy,” she says with a laugh as she straps him into his car seat. Once he’s all ready to go she’s able to just slip his shoes on.

Why in the hell didn’t I just do this to begin with?

“Because mommy’s a dumb dumb,” she answers to herself out loud and Tucker squeals with laughter.

“Dumb dumb! Mommy’s a dumb dumb!”

“Jesus Chr…Christmas! Jesus was born on Christmas, Tuck. That’s what I was going to say. Let’s go to school!”

Ten minutes later she’s pulling her SUV into the parking lot of Tiny Tots Daycare, rolling her eyes at the cliche name but it comes highly rated from some of the moms from a Facebook group she joined when she moved to town. They all say that Ms. Blake is a great teacher/daycare worker and that it’s more like pre-preschool than a traditional daycare.

“Okay, bud.” Clarke gets him out of his car seat and grabs his little Stormtrooper backpack, throwing it over her shoulder as she makes her way into the brick building.

There’s a receptionist at the front desk who directs her to the “Sunshine Room” also known as the third door on the left so she run-walks down the hallway because she’s so late at this point it’s embarrassing.

She skids to a stop in front of the open door and is about to introduce herself when she sees a tall, very handsome man, kneeling on the floor and going head to head with a five year old.

“Preston, you have to share that toy with Olivia, I have told you this three times now.”

The little boy, Preston, shakes his head and Clarke watches in amusement as his little ginger curls go in every direction. “I don’t want to! I had it first, can’t I just keep it and make Livi get her own toy?”

The man looks at him sternly. “No, I’m serious. Stop it right now or I won’t give you the last cookie.”

Preston sits up straight. “Cookies? We have cookies?”

The man shrugs. “We might. But you’ll never know if you don’t stop being selfish.”

Clarke snickers at his tactic but hey, kids are assholes and sometimes you have to do what you have to do.

She must laugh a little too loudly because the man looks over at her, his warm brown eyes taking in her frazzled appearance and the child currently dangling off her arm like he’s part Chimpanzee.

“Sorry,” she says as she steps in the room. “I think I must be in the wrong place. I’m looking for Ms. Blake’s class?”

“You’re in the right place, she’s out for the day. I’m Bellamy Blake.” He stands up and walks over to her and Tucker and she swears she’s only slightly disappointed that he’s married. But when she looks down at his hand he’s not wearing a wedding band and there’s no tan line. Maybe he’s one of those guys that just doesn’t like jewelry.

“So your wife is the teacher?” 

His eyes narrow a little and then he bursts into laughter. “My wife? No, no she’s my little sister. I’m a teacher over at the high school but we’re on summer break and she’s at a doctor’s appointment.” Clarke’s eyes widen and he holds up his hand. “I’m just full of misdirection, I’m sorry. She’s seven months pregnant.”

“Oh! Okay,” she laughs. “I’m Clarke Griffin, and this is Tucker. He’s a handful.”

Bellamy laughs and takes the backpack from her shoulder. “Hey, Star Wars!” He kneels down to Tucker’s level, which she loves. “You like Stormtroopers, Tuck?”

Oh god, she loves that even more. What is it about good looking guys that are great with kids?

Tucker nods but stays silent, holding onto her hand tighter than before and she really hopes that she can get out of here before she’s a million hours late and her boss fires her.

“He‘s not usually this shy,” she says as she bends down. “Hey, love. I have to go to work. Are you going to be okay with Mr. Blake while I’m gone?” She looks over at Bellamy, noticing for the first time that they are both kneeling and their faces are awfully close to each other.

“It’s just Bellamy,” he says softly, more to her than to Tucker and she smiles. He gives her a little grin back but she can see the moment when he registers where they are because he clears his throat and faces her son. “Want to go find something to play with? We’re doing crafts soon.”

Tucker’s eyes brighten at the word crafts, her son is a wiz with a crayon thank you very much, and he runs to a group of kids playing with a big bin of dinosaurs.

“He’s going to fit right in,” Bellamy chuckles. He goes to stand up so she does too. “Pick up is at five, I’m not sure if they told you everything before.”

“They did,” she says. “And I”ll be here at five sharp to pick him up. Thanks again, Bellamy. See you this afternoon.”

She’s almost out the door when he calls her name. When she turns around he’s giving her this gorgeous little smirk that makes her heart speed up.

“Maybe you should come at 5:05. Give the other parents time to pick their kids up.” 

And give us time alone is left unspoken but understood so she nods, even though she’s positive that she’s blushing.

“I can be here at 5:05,” she says. “See you then.” 

She spends all day at work (and she didn’t get fired so go her) thinking about Bellamy. By the time four rolls around she’s ready to get the hell out of here and make tracks for Tiny Tots.

An hour later she’s in the parking lot, watching other parents hurry in and out of the building, eager to get home and make dinner or watch sitcoms. Whatever the hell normal families do on a weeknight.

Five minutes later she’s walking through the door of the Sunshine Room and she grins when she sees Bellamy and Tucker sitting at a table shaped like a flower, putting together a Sesame Street puzzle.

“Hey, buddy!”

Tucker looks up at the sound of her voice and grins his toothy little smile and that right there is a moment that makes parenthood worth it.

It doesn’t hurt that Bellamy gives her a grin to match, a pair of wire rimmed glasses now sitting on his nose, slightly askew.

“So I was going to ask you for coffee,” he says immediately as he gets up and she appreciates the honesty. It’s refreshing that he’s interested in her and doesn’t mind saying it because frankly, the feeling is mutual. “But then I remembered this little guy so what would you say to the McDonald’s play place? Unless you’re one of those vegan, organic moms? Then…I don’t know, somewhere else?”

Clarke laughs out loud, titling her head back and everything. “Definitely not that vegan organic mom. McDonald’s is great. And they have coffee,” she says with a wink and Bellamy nods.

“They do,” he agrees and he grabs Tucker’s backpack off the table and puts it over his shoulder. “After you.”

Tucker claps his hands and chants “Mickey D’s, Mickey D’s!” all the way to the restaurant and Clarke can’t help but smile when she looks in the rear view and sees Bellamy’s Camaro driving behind her.

Today didn’t end up at all how she thought it would but she can’t complain and she doesn’t want to.

Not one little bit.


orangeycookiekay  asked:

sooooooooo if you're still taking fluff week prompts, remember that fic you did of Tucker high on good meds and Wash having to deal with it? How about the reverse of that, Wash getting the good stuff and Tucker getting the joy (or horror) of seeing a Freelancer high on pain meds

I had a blast with this prompt - thank you!  Originally, I struggled to turn it into a fluff piece, given angst is my default setting. But the appearance of loopy Washington in season 15 got the ball rolling, and it was tons of fun.

The Better Stuff

Sequel to The Good Stuff

“He doesn’t need to stay here so long as someone’s watching him, right? We already share a room–he can go if I keep an eye on him, right?”
Grey flips through her notes. “Given this is one of Agent Washington’s less dramatic visits to my infirmary, I think that can be arranged.”

Or, the tables have turned and Tucker finds himself looking after a very loopy Wash for the evening.

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i need a fix it fic for s15 e21 bc i just keep rewatching and boy am i not a happy camper. i know eli did it w wash but i cannot describe how badly i wanted that scene to go-

tucker to temple: this is for wash, you piece of shit.

carolina: tucker, stop.

tucker: oh, come on! now you show up?!

carolina: don’t kill him.

temple: *is a cowardly piece of shit*

tucker: but he deserves it more than anyone! he’s a killer.

carolina: so are we. but-

tucker: *stabs temple and lets the sword sit there hissing as it slowly burns him to death*

temple: *S.U.F.F.E.R.S.*

carolina: no! we’re supposed to be different. we only fight and take lives when we have to! you didn’t have to this time!

tucker: i am different! i only take the lives of people who hurt and try to kill my friends. i never hurt anybody because they were in my way. *stares at carolina as he takes vicious pleasure in temple’s slow, agonizing death*

tucker: *pulls the sword out of temple’s smoking body just moments from death* hey, caboose.

caboose: yes?

tucker: remember when i said not to help me? forget that.

caboose: *blinks* okay. *walks over to temple and lifts his leg*

carolina: tucker! caboose, what-

caboose: *crushes temple’s helmet like a soda can under his boot with a squelch and crackling pops*

tucker: *puts his arm around caboose* let’s go find out how wash is doing.

caboose: *perking up* i can’t wait to see washingtub! i have so much to tell him!

tucker: me too, buddy.


carolina: wash…tucker and caboose…killed temple. i tried to-

wash: good. *is proud*

and thats it thats what happened to temple he got what he fucking deserved. murder. its my current and favorite headcannon.

Spooky Eyes part 1

“Great just my luck,” Danny mumbled to himself as he fumbled with the brush in his hands. He look soberly into the mirror brushing his thick crow black bed head until it was baby smooth. He was in a foul mood tonight. He had spent all day Friday and Saturday fighting ghost non stop with out a wink of sleep. 

AND NOW HE HAD TO GO TO THE NEON NIGHT FOOTBALL PROM!!! He was too exhausted for this crap. Normally Danny would have skipped the stupid “prom,” to sleep in all day, but his buddy Tucker had begged him to go so he would, and I quote ‘Not look like a total looser, dude!’. 

Why did Tucker even want to go to the prom? Honestly it wasn’t even a prom it was a football celebration disguised as a prom for Casper High’s 10th win in a row. Also he apparently had to wear all neon. How doe’s neon even fit into football!? Who cares like it would even matter… sigh…

“Just go in, then get out, laugh at how dumb everything is, and go hit some video games at the arcade… then,” He paused looking in the mirror as he adjusting his neon green tie with a smile “ you can get some sweet, sweet beauty sleep.”

Looking himself over he was satisfied with his look, he had a plain white short sleeve button up t-shirt, a pair of ripped genes, orange neon nikes, and to tie it all together… hehehe… a green neon tie.

As soon as he was done he heard the Fenton doorbell ring. Yes, 

“Fenton doorbell” His dad though it would be a cool idea if they put I giant button on there front porch with the bold letters “Fenton” on it.

Rushing he opened the door To tucker, Who shined Danny a playful smile.

“ Hey dude, are you ready to mix and mingle!!” Tucker exclaimed bouncily, giving a twirl, “ So, what do you think of my outfit?”

“ It makes you look like a Lady killer,” Danny grinned


“So what serial killer’s dead corps did you get it from?” Danny mocked playfully

“Hey, I have you know I spent good money on this outfit!” 

“ Oh yeah, how much?” 

“ 50 bucks”

“ 50 BUCKS!!!!” Danny gawked looking over Tuckers outfit. He had on an orange neon Dumpty Humpty t-shirt, green neon genes, purple neon shoes, sunglasses,and instead of his signature red cap like he usually wore he had replaced it with an identical neon yellow cap. He was a sight for sore eyes, no literally Danny’s eyes were getting sore just by looking at him too long. By the end of the night Danny was pretty sure he was gonna hate anything neon. 

“ Tucker, why, would you spend 50 bucks on an outfit you will probably only wear once?”

“To attract the ladies, I figured if I’m already so hot with my usual clothes on imagine how hot I’d be decked out!!”

“ Aa-huh, and the sunglasses would be for??” Danny pointed to the top of tuckers head where a pair of shades sat.

“Oh these,” Tucker grabbed the pair of shades from his head and placed them on his face,”These bad boys are for the ladies sake.” He said in his best silky voice while double gun pointing at his best friend

“ The ladies?”

“ So your gonna wear shades, in the middle of the night, In a dark room, for the ladies?” Danny deadpanned as he crossed his arms raising one brow in pure disbelief.

“ YEP, to protect them from the ray of beauty that is me!” he said in an overly exaggerating fashion as he caressed his face.

Danny playfully rolled his eyes as he looked at his buddy, “ Okay,whatever you say, lets just get this over with ladies man.”

“Awww yeah!!!” Tucker jumped in the air, “Dude this is gonna be so killer, just wait till we get there. Hello ladies here I come!”

Sunshine on a Cloudy Day

Author: comefeedtherainn

Pairing: Churchnut 

Rating: M for swears and sexual innuendo (because…Donut)

Summary: Leonard Church’s friends are tired of him being a miserable bitch, so they drag him out to the bar to drink and play some pool. Leonard Church is tired of being a miserable bitch, so he takes a leap of faith. Entry for @rvbrarepairweek

“Alright, that’s fucking it, Church. Get some pants on, we’re going out.”

“Fuck off,” Church grumbled, pulling his pillow further over his head and clamping it down tight. “Leave me here to die.”

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the rush hour movies don’t get nearly enough love, i mean what’s not to like about them?

it’s jackie chan and chris tucker in a buddy cop movie, playing a hong kong police officer that has to team up with an lapd officer, and then hi-jinks ensue.

plus they’re just adorable

basically if you haven’t seen these movies, you really should

Kiss it Better

“Maybe not. Slag, I hope not.” Tucker drummed his fingers on the console, looking grim. “It’s only short-term exposure. If we could reverse it and somehow get rid of the ectoranium he might be okay. But that’s the thing, we just don’t have a filtering system that sophisticated—”

Sam yanked off her helmet and shoved it into Tucker’s arms. “I’ve got an idea. Get Cujo and meet me there.”

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The Assassination of Civil Rights Activist Medgar Evers, & The Conviction Of His Killer 30+ Years After His Murder

Medgar’s Life & Activism Before His Assassination

Evers was born July 2, 1925, in Decatur, Mississippi, third of the five children (including older brother Charlie Evers) of James and Jesse Evers; the family also included Jesse’s two children from a previous marriage.[4] The Everses owned a small farm and James worked at a sawmill.[5] Evers walked twelve miles to go to school, and earned his high-school diploma.[6] From 1943 to 1945 he fought in the European Theater and the Battle of Normandy with the United States Army during World War II, and was discharged honorably as a sergeant.[7]

In 1948 Evers enrolled at Alcorn College (a historically black college, now Alcorn State University) majoring in business administration.[8] He also competed on the debate, football, and track teams, sang in the choir, and was junior class president.[9] He earned his Bachelor of Arts in 1952.[8]

On December 24, 1951, he married classmate Myrlie Beasley.[10] Together they had three children: Darrell Kenyatta, Reena Denise, and James Van Dyke.[11] Darrell died in February 2001 of colon cancer.[12]

The couple moved to Mound Bayou, Mississippi, where Evers became a salesman for T. R. M. Howard’s Magnolia Mutual Life Insurance Company.[13] Howard was also president of the Regional Council of Negro Leadership (RCNL);[14] Evers helped organize the RCNL’s boycott of filling stations which denied blacks use of the stations’ restrooms.[15] Evers and his brother Charles also attended the RCNL’s annual conferences in Mound Bayou between 1952 and 1954, which drew crowds of ten thousand or more.[16]

Evers applied to the then-segregated University of Mississippi Law School in 1954 but his application was rejected.[17] He submitted his application in concert with the NAACP as a test case.[18]

In late 1954 Evers’ was named the NAACP’s first field secretary for Mississippi.[5] In this position, he helped organize boycotts and set up new local chapters of the NAACP. He was involved with James Meredith’s efforts to enroll in the University of Mississippi in the early 1960s.[18] Evers’ also helped Dr. Gilbert Mason Sr. organize the Biloxi Wade-Ins, protests against segregation efforts on the Mississippi Gulf Coast beaches.[19]

Evers’ civil rights leadership and investigative work made him a target of white supremacists. In the weeks leading up to his death, the hostility directed towards him grew. His public investigations into the murder of Emmett Till and his vocal support of Clyde Kennard had made him a prominent black leader. On May 28, 1963, a Molotov cocktail was thrown into the carport of his home.[20] On June 7, 1963, Evers was nearly run down by a car after he emerged from the Jackson NAACP office.[13]

The Assassination of Medgar Evers By His Murderer, Byron De La Beckwith & How Long It Took To Get Justice

In the early morning of June 12, 1963, just hours after President John F. Kennedy‘s speech on national television in support of civil rights, Evers pulled into his driveway after returning from a meeting with NAACP lawyers. Emerging from his car and carrying NAACP T-shirts that read “Jim Crow Must Go,” Evers was struck in the back with a bullet fired from an Enfield 1917 rifle; the bullet ripped through his heart. He staggered 9 meters (30 feet) before collapsing. He was taken to the local hospital in Jackson where he was initially refused entry because of his color, until it was explained who he was; he died in the hospital 50 minutes later.[21][full citation needed]

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The driveway where Medgar Evers was shot at 2332 Margaret Walker Alexander Drive.


Mourned nationally, Evers was buried on June 19 in Arlington National Cemetery, where he receivedfull military honors before a crowd of more than 3,000.[14]

On June 21, 1963, Byron De La Beckwith, a fertilizer salesman and member of the White Citizens’ Council (and later of the Ku Klux Klan), was arrested for Evers’ murder.[23]

District Attorney and future governor Bill Waller prosecuted De La Beckwith.[24] Juries composed solely of white men twice that yeardeadlocked on De La Beckwith’s guilt.

In 1994, 30 years after the two previous trials had failed to reach a verdict, De La Beckwith was brought to trial based on new evidence.Bobby DeLaughter was the prosecutor. During the trial, the body of Evers was exhumed from his grave for an autopsy.[3] De La Beckwith was convicted of murder on February 5, 1994, after having lived as a free man for much of the three decades following the killing (he was imprisoned from 1977 to 1980 for conspiring to murder A. I. Botnick). De La Beckwith appealed unsuccessfully, and died at age 80 in prison in January 2001.

The Murderer of Medgar Evers: Byron De La Beckwith

The White Citizens’ Council was founded in 1954 following the United States Supreme Court’s ruling in Brown v. Board of Education that school segregation was unconstitutional. Begun in Mississippi, chapters arose in towns across the South and used a variety of economic tactics to suppress black activism and sustain segregation. The councils applied pressure through boycotts, denial of loans and credit, employment termination, and other means. In Mississippi they prevented school integration until 1964.[6]

De La Beckwith became a member of the White Citizens’ Council; however, he thought that more direct action was needed. On June 12, 1963, he assassinated NAACP civil rightsleader Medgar Evers outside Evers’ home in Jackson.

The state twice prosecuted De La Beckwith for murder in 1964, but both trials ended with hung juries. The jurors were all male and all white. Mississippi had effectivelydisfranchised black voters since 1890, and they were thus prevented from serving on juries, whose membership was limited to voters. During the second trial, the former GovernorRoss Barnett (D) interrupted the trial to shake hands with Beckwith while Myrlie Evers, the widow of the activist, was testifying.[1] In the 1980s, the Jackson Clarion Ledgerpublished reports on its investigation of the trial, which found that the Mississippi State Sovereignty Commission, supported by residents’ taxes, had assisted De La Beckwith’s attorneys in his second trial by using state resources to investigate members of the jury pool during voir dire.[1][2]

In January 1966, De La Beckwith, along with a number of other members of the White Knights of the Ku Klux Klan, was subpoenaed by the House Un-American Activities Committee to testify about Klan activities. Although De La Beckwith gave his name when asked by the committee (unlike other witnesses, such as Sam Bowers, who invoked theFifth Amendment in response to that question), he answered no other substantive questions.[2] In the following years, Beckwith became a leader in the segregationist Phineas Priesthood, an offshoot of the white supremacist Christian Identity Movement. The group was known for its hostility towards African AmericansJewsCatholics, and foreigners.

According to Delmar Dennis, who acted as a key witness for the prosecution at the 1994 trial, De La Beckwith boasted of his role in the death of Medgar Evers at several KKK rallies and at similar gatherings in the years following his mistrials. In 1967, he unsuccessfully sought the Democratic Party’s nomination for Lieutenant Governor of Mississippi.[2]

In 1973, informants alerted the Federal Bureau of Investigation of Beckwith’s plans to murder A.I. Botnick, director of the New Orleans-based B'nai B'rith Anti-Defamation League, in retaliation for comments that Botnick had made about white southerners and race relations. Following several days of surveillance, Beckwith’s car was stopped by New Orleans Police Department officers as he crossed over the Lake Pontchartrain Causeway Bridge. Among the contents of his vehicle were several loaded firearms, a map with highlighted directions to Botnick’s house, and a dynamite time bomb. On August 1, 1975, Beckwith was convicted of conspiracy to commit murder; he served nearly three years in the Angola Prison in Louisiana from May 1977 until his parole in January 1980.[2] Just before entering prison to serve his sentence, Beckwith was ordained by Rev. Dewey “Buddy” Tucker as a minister in the Temple Memorial Baptist Church; a Christian Identity congregation in KnoxvilleTennessee.[7]

“Where Is the Voice Coming From?” (1963), a short story by the notable writer Eudora Welty, is considered one of the most significant works related to De La Beckwith’s crime. Welty was from Jackson, Mississippi, and she said later:

“Whoever the murderer is, I know him: not his identity, but his coming about, in this time and place. That is, I ought to have learned by now, from here, what such a man, intent on such a deed, had going on in his mind. I wrote his story–my fiction–in the first person: about that character’s point of view.”[9]

Welty’s story was published in The New Yorker (July 6, 1963) soon after De La Beckwith’s arrest. So accurate was her portrayal that the magazine changed several details in the story before publication, for legal reasons.[10]

Byron De La Beckwith was the subject of the 1963 Bob Dylan song “Only a Pawn in Their Game”, which deplores Evers’ murder and the racial environment of the South.

In 1991, the murder of Evers and first trials of Beckwith were the basis of the episode titled “Sweet, Sweet Blues”, written by author William James Royce for the NBC television series In the Heat of the Night. In the episode, actor James Best plays a character based on De La Beckwith, an aging Klansman who appears to have gotten away with murder.

The 1996 film Ghosts of Mississippi tells the story of the murder and 1994 trial. James Woods portrayed De La Beckwith in an Academy Award-nominated performance.

In 2001, Bobby DeLaughter published his memoir of the case and trial, Never Too Late: A Prosecutor’s Story of Justice in the Medgar Evers Trial.[11]

Medgar’s Legacy

Evers’s legacy has been kept alive in a variety of ways. Evers was memorialized by leading Mississippi and national authors, both black and white: Eudora WeltyJames BaldwinMargaret Walker and Anne Moody.[25] In 1963, he was awarded the Spingarn Medal from theNAACP.[26] In 1969, Medgar Evers College was established in Brooklyn, New York as part of the City University of New York. Evers’s widow,Myrlie Evers co-wrote the book For Us, the Living with William Peters in 1967. In 1983, a movie was made based on the book. Celebrating Evers’s life and career, it starred Howard Rollins, Jr. and Irene Cara as Medgar and Myrlie Evers, airing on PBS. The film won the Writers Guild of America award for Best Adapted Drama.[27] On June 28, 1992, the city of Jackson, Mississippi erected a statue in honor of Evers. All of Delta Drive (part of U.S. Highway 49) in Jackson was renamed in Evers’ honor. In December 2004, the Jackson City Council changed the name of the city’s airport to “Jackson-Medgar Wiley Evers International Airport” (Jackson-Evers International Airport) in honor of him.[28]

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Statue at Medgar Evers Boulevard Library in 

Jackson, Mississippi


His widow Myrlie Evers became a noted activist in her own right later in life, eventually serving as chair of the NAACP.[29] Medgar’s brother Charles Evers returned to Jackson in July 1963 and served briefly in his slain brother’s place. He remained involved in Mississippi civil rights activities for many years and resides in Jackson.[30]

On the 40-year anniversary of Evers’ assassination, hundreds of civil rights veterans, government officials, and students from across the country gathered around his grave site at Arlington National Cemetery to celebrate his life and legacy. Barry Bradford and three students—Sharmistha Dev, Jajah Wu and Debra Siegel, formerly of Adlai E. Stevenson High School in Lincolnshire, Illinois—planned and hosted the commemoration in his honor.[31] Evers was the subject of the students’ research project.[32]

In October 2009, Navy Secretary Ray Mabus, a former Mississippi governor, announced that USNS Medgar Evers (T-AKE-13), a Lewis and Clark-class dry cargo ship, would be named in the activist’s honor.[33] The ship was christened by Myrlie Evers-Williams on November 12, 2011.[34]

In June 2013, a statue of Evers was erected at his alma mater, Alcorn State University, to commemorate the fiftieth anniversary of his death.[35] Alumni and guests from around the world gathered to recognize his contributions to American society.

Evers was further honored in a tribute at Arlington National Cemetery on the 50th anniversary of his death.[36] Former President Bill Clinton, Attorney General Eric Holder, Navy Secretary Ray Mabus, Senator Roger Wicker and NAACP President Benjamin Todd Jealous all spoke commemorating Evers.[37][38] Evers’ widow, Myrlie Evers-Williams, who also honored her late husband, spoke on his contributions to the advancement of civil rights:[39]

“Medgar was a man who never wanted aberration, who never wanted to be in the limelight. He was a man who saw a job that needed to be done and he answered the call and the fight for freedom, dignity and justice not just for his people but all people.”

Medgar Evers’ Legacy In Popular Culture

The murder and subsequent trials caused an uproar. Musician Bob Dylan wrote his 1963 song “Only a Pawn in Their Game” about the assassination.[40] Nina Simone wrote and sang “Mississippi Goddam” about the Evers case and Phil Ochs wrote the songs “Another Country” and “Too Many Martyrs” (also titled “The Ballad Of Medgar Evers”) in response to the killing, with Matthew Jones and the Student Nonviolent Coordinating CommitteeFreedom Singers also recording the latter song.[40] Eudora Welty’s short story “Where Is the Voice Coming From”, in which the speaker is the imagined assassin of Medgar Evers, was published in The New Yorker in 1963.[41]

Evers’ story inspired a 1991 episode of the NBC TV series In the Heat of the Night, entitled “Sweet, Sweet Blues”, written by author William James Royce. The story tells of a murder of a young black man and the elderly white man, played by actor James Best, who seems to have gotten away with the 40-year-old murder. (The TV episode preceded by several years the trial that convicted Beckwith.) In the Heat of the Night won its first NAACP Image Award for Best Dramatic Series that season.[42]

The 1996 film Ghosts of Mississippi, directed by Rob Reiner, tells the story of the 1994 retrial of Beckwith, in which prosecutor DeLaughter of the Hinds County District Attorney’soffice secured a conviction in state court. Beckwith and DeLaughter were played by James Woods and Alec Baldwin, respectively; Whoopi Goldberg played Myrlie Evers. Evers was portrayed by James Pickens, Jr.. The film was based on a book of the same name.[43][44]

Robert DeLaughter wrote a first-person narrative article entitled “Mississippi Justice” published in Reader’s Digest, and a book, Never Too Late: A Prosecutor’s Story of Justice in the Medgar Evers Case (2001), based on his experiences.[45]

Rapper Jahshua Smith has a song entitled “The Ghost of Medgar Evers,” which can be heard on his 2013 release “The Final Season.” The song contains themes of revolution, political justice, and racial equality and empowerment.

Art Prompts

I’m still not sure I’m using tumblr correctly, but I’ll repost some of the RvB Art prompts I sent out to some nice people who asked.

RvB Related Art Ideas:

Caboose has Freckles on a leash. Freckles lifts his leg to pee on a fire hydrant.

Baby Locus and the Baby Feds having a snowball fight with Baby Kimball and Baby Felix

Tucker running on a treadmill while Wash dangles a porno magazine in front of him (connected to a fishing pole)

Lopez 2.0 holding the head of Lopez in a dramatic, Shakespearean manner.

…I could do this all day.

I thought of a few more…

Alpha Church standing next to Sigma saying “Yeah, okay, that’s a scary ghost.”

Doc playing chess against his alter-ego, O'Malley

Caboose hanging out with Sheila, Monitor Church, the Epsilon Unit, and Freckles. Above them hangs a banner that reads “Buddy Club”

Tucker playing ping-pong with Felix. Tucker uses a paddle. Felix simply holds up his light shield and yawns.

Propaganda posters for both The Federal Army of Chorus and The New Republic

Doc/O'Malley in a prison lineup alongside the Meta, Locus, some Insurrectionists, C.T., and Crunchbite. Doc/O'Malley appears to be terrified.

…Seriously… I could do this forever.


Season 1 Episode 4: Armed Robbery

CaptainSparklez = Jordan
II_JERiiCHO_II = Tucker

Transcript below; dialogue under readmore

(No intro, he just jumped right into things)

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