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idyllicbarb · 1 year

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teenage fever

SUMMARY: following his first ever super bowl win, you and joe travel around the streets of los angeles.

WARNINGS: short + kissing + fluff!

joe feels water get poured down his back while his teammates scream in his ear. the cinncinati bengals just won their first ever super bowl in franchise history. though last year's super bowl run ended in a devastating way, being able to come back the following year and prove he's worthy of winning the lombardi and mvp, means a lot to joe.

joe turns around seeing ja'marr smiling at him with tears running down his face, "we did it brother!" he yells, with his louisiana accent coming out. "i couldn't have done any of this without you, tee, or tyler." joe says before pulling ja'marr in for a hug.

he sees you walking towards him and opens his arms to hug you. "you did it babe," you scream with a smile on your face. joe picks you up spinning you around as you giggle. "i couldn't have done this with you baby." joe says in your ear, you kiss him without a care in the world.

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"where are we going?" you giggle as joe drags you down the quiet sidewalks of california. you two decided to ditch the club after a few hours, wanting to see what else the state of cali has to offer. "i just want to spend time with you," joe smiles and your cheeks turn pink.

joe pulls you closer to his body, kissing you with all the breath left in him. pulling away from joe, you wipe your lipstick off of his lips. "woah buddy, someone is really happy." joe grins, "i'm just happy baby." you nod your head and wrap your arms around his neck. "i remember the start of our relationship like it was yesterday."

you and joe had been co-workers back when he was at lsu. he was the first person to actually notice you upon the day you started working for this firm. his smile and manners charmed you, but it was too risky to date a co-worker. besides, you were too scared to make the first move anyways. so here you were, two years later, dating your former colleague.

you giggled at that thought quietly. you love being able to wake up to joe each and every morning. you pinch his noise, causing joe to huff before a deep blush comes across his face and he hides it by pulling his hoodie down, to cover his whole head. you always laugh and make it up to him by saying a silly spongebob line.

"want me to do it again?" you ask in your best spongebob voice with a small smile on your face. joe doesn't say anything until you hear a small snort come from him and you two crack up.

you think it is oh so adorable how he still watches cartoons. once you two became really close friends, he started coming over to your house with two huge spongebob onesies. you smiled sheepishly, welcoming him with warm arms and a comforting hug!

now you two are standing in some dark alley kissing on one another after he won the super bowl. he should be with his teammates, but he has you in his arms, loving on him. the best gift joe could ever receive. "this is magical, honey, i'm happy to spend my time with you."

you hold joe's hands, standing on your tippy toes smiling at him, "oh joe, anything for you."

#joe burrow #cincinnati bengals #joeburrow #joeburrow fanfiction #joeburrow x reader #nfl #joe burrow fan fic #joe burrow imagine #joeburrow fic

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notyour-valentine · 7 months

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a charlotte blurb on the day of her birth?

A blurb is supposed to be short, right? Well, rambling old me failed - here's a oneshot instead. Thank you so much for asking. This was fun to do especially since the circumstances of her birth will play into the main storyline massively. This was written as part of my crossover series Welcome to Downton, Mr. Shelby

"Lady Grantham's fourth daughter"

Cinncinati born Countess of Grantham has given birth to another daughter, making the fourth. [The Earl of Grantham, Robert Crawley then Viscount Downton, married on February 16th 1890 to Miss Cora Levinson, only daughter of Mr. Isidore Levinson, and now has four daughters: Mary, b. 1891; Edith, b. 1892; Sybil, b. 1895; and the present infant. As yet there is no son and heir to the Earldom.

The door was what woke her, the slightest clinking of the lock. Or maybe it was the renewed warmth that came from the foot of her bed.

They came almost every hour, to make sure their beds were warm enough, and that the fireplace was still crackling.

Rubbing her eyes, she sat up, glancing first at the slight gap between the curtains.

Outside was a wall of white. Like yesterday. And the day before that. And the week before that, and the month too.

It didn’t even have to have snowed again. Whatever had fallen since before Christmas just remained there. Perhaps they could go sleighing, she thought, but only if it was all over.

Maybe it was already over.

Glancing to the other side of the room, she saw Edith still fast asleep, her golden curls spread on the pillow with her teddy clutched in her arms.

And the door to the baby’s nursery, Sybil’s nursery, was still shut, keeping Nanny within. Well, not infinitely, so Mary decided to take her chance while she still had it.

Exchanging her woolen night stockings for her slippers, she reached for her robe. It was pale blue and wonderfully fluffy, but not as warm as usual, since she got up before the maids had a chance to warm it.

Holding her breath, Mary confirmed that Edith was still asleep, and the Nanny still with Sybil next door, before she slipped out into the corridor.

The light coming from the entrance hall confirmed what the gap in the curtains had told her. It was already morning. The judgment was sealed by the front door opening. Anthony, one of the footmen entered, his face hidden behind a thick woolen scarf, rushing in first before Bes slipped through.

“No, no Bes - the carpet!��, he called after the dog who was leaping up the stairs before either he or Carson could catch her, wagging her tail and spraying droplets of molten snow everywhere as she went to greet Mary, rubbing her icy cold nose against her palm and wrist.

“Good morning, Milady.”, she heard Carson say, having come up from the entrance hall. “Are you up already?”

“Yes.”, Mary said, building herself up to her full height and looking at his dark eyes and black hair.

“May I go see Ma- Lady Grantham?”, she asked. Fräulein Kelder had scolded Edith just last week for referring to their parents as Mama and Papa to staff. She wouldn’t make the same mistake now.

Carson was kind enough to ignore her fumble.

“I’m sure she will be delighted to see you, just not yet. I’m afraid Lady Grantham is still very busy.”

Mary sighed deeply. “Still?”, she asked.

Carson stretched out his hand and she took it, allowing him to take her back to the nursery.

“Your grandmother is with her, as are the doctors from the hospital. She is in the best of hands, I assure you.”

Mary couldn’t help but frown. Her mother had been so absent-minded in the last few weeks, and everyone was so restless.

“That she is!”

They both turned to see her grandmother standing in the corridor. She had been staying here for the last two weeks, since the roads were practically frozen and she wanted to be close to her mother.

“Good morning, Granny.”; Mary said, offering her a smile.

“Yes, morning to you too, dear.”, she said in a rush. “Carson, I think it would be wise for the girls to take their breakfast downstairs for a change, and that they be allowed to play games in the salon or library.”

“Breakfast downstairs for the gir-oh yes, yes of course.”

Whatever it was, it had taken Carson a moment to realise, but he then jumped at the chance to hurry them all out of the nursery, and downstairs. They were met on the steps by maids carrying jugs of warm water and more towels.

The only time they were allowed to eat breakfast in the dining room was when they had a birthday or on Christmas Morning, so it was a rare treat, sitting in the big chairs, with Carson there and not just the nursery maids. But Mary found herself glancing up at the ceiling.

Treat indeed…Mary scoffed, but she didn’t know what to ask, or how, so she just watched.

Downstairs it was just as warm as upstairs, with all the fires lit, the curtains half drawn even during the day and added pillows to keep even the slightest ghosts of air out. And candles, candles were everywhere Sybil couldn’t reach them.

Over their winter dresses, Fräulein Kelder made them all wear extra cardigans to be sure, with Sybil crying and fussing until Bes made her forget all about it.

Since it was too cold to take their morning walks, they moved some sofas in the library to give them space to run and play, as well as ringing down all sorts of games from the nursery.

But Mary didn’t want to play. She couldn’t hear what was happening upstairs, but she had counted the times people rushed up and down the steps, paid close attention to whomever came in and who whispered to whom.

For a while there had been mad rushing, up, up, up, always up, some down, but mostly up, and always in great haste.

Then, one by one, people were making their way down. Slowly, without any rush. Without any haste.

“It’s over.”, she said under her breath, so quietly only Edith could hear. “What do you mean?”, Edith asked.

“Mama.”, was all Mary said.

“You don’t know that. They haven’t said.”

Mary didn’t need them to tell her, she knew. They reason they were sent downstairs, the rushing of the maids, the haste of all those that took the stairs, and the calm descent.

But why weren’t they telling them?

Her stomach tightened in knots. Sybil was too little to know, and Edith too stupid to understand.

Luckily, she at least kept Bes busy so she wouldn’t give her away again, especially as Sybil had yet another outburst at the scratchiness of her cardigan and put a right fight up against Nanny and Fräulein Kelder. For the second time that day, Mary saw her chance and she took it, slipping through the door to the hall and sneaking up the stairs, making sure to keep her head low so no one would see her from below. If they weren’t going to tell her, she was going to go and find out for herself.

The bust of King George III, or rather the cabinet it was displayed upon, was her greatest ally as she snuck to the bedroom her mother had moved into. It wasn’t her usual bedroom, but one closer to the stairs.

Mary was about to knock when she heard her mother’s voice. “Robert was so sure.”

“Men are always sure.”, she heard her grandmother answer. “And then they are wrong.”

“Wrong about what?”, Mary asked, pushing the door open to enter.

“Mary!”, her grandmother scolded, but she didn’t care. Instead, she looked to the bed.

Her mother was pale, and she looked like she hadn’t slept much, but then again she had been tired in the last few weeks anyway, resting up against a good dozen white pillows.

Beside the bed was the crib, the same one Sybil had been in, and Edith, and Mary and Aunt Rosamund and Papa and all the other Crawleys before him probably, and inside, was a baby.

It was sleeping, with red lips slightly parted. There was nothing much to see but the squished face babies had, and the bundle it was wrapped up in. There looked to be nothing amiss with it. It was sleeping just fine. And if the baby was fine and her mother was fine, there was only one thing that could be wrong.

“It’s a girl.”, Mary said, turning back to her mother and grandmother.

“Yes.”, her grandmother said. “It’s a girl.”

But it was supposed to be a boy.

When she reached her mother’s bed, she sat down on the edge and took her hand.

“Are you sad, Mama?”, she asked.

Her mother took a deep breath and offered her a small smile, but it wasn’t a real one. Her mother didn’t smile small smiles. Sometimes Granny said that was what made her so American.

Her own hand came to cover Mary’s, warm and soft.

“It’s not what we all hoped for.”, she said, her blue eyes shining.

Yes, Mary thought, a boy would have been better. A boy would have been an heir.

“Well,”, Granny said with her usual decisiveness as if she was a judge in a sentencing, “there’s no changing it now.”

Within three long strides, she had crossed the room to stand behind Mary.

“You are well, and you have delivered a healthy daughter Cora. There is reason for gratitude in that too.”

Her mother took another deep breath, glancing at the crib. Mary’s eyes followed her gaze. A baby. A sister. Another one.

At least she wasn’t screaming, and that was something at least.

Thank you for requesting!

#wtdms #valentinesanswers #charlotte crawley #matthew crawley #welcome to downton mr shelby

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amtrak-official · 1 year

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Round 1, poll 11

Even more NYC routes, yay

#trains #amtrak #polls #route bracket #empire service #cardinal

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jensomniac · 1 year

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Johnny Depp. Andrew J Brady Music Center. Cinncinati, OH. 10/20/22

#johnnydepp #johnny depp #love #my love

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pansy2005 · 10 months

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fall out boy so much for tour dust will have you saying shit like “maybe i should drive to cinncinati ohio”

#me vs going to ohio to see a band #if i had a nickel. etc #it’s 5 and a half hours. and on a saturday

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primevein · 1 year

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The Prime of His Youth: Prime of His Youth: Book I: Forging His Own Path: Ch21: Family Dinner

"What an audacious city." Sirenia stated, as they saw the lights of Vegas striking against the dark of the night.

"It reminds me of what Cybertron used to be like." Arcee stated. Sirenia started to fall behind, "You alright?"

"It's just... I realize that I've gotten used to the brilliant night. Every city was like this, scratching away at the deep night. But here, light comes on it's own. From the stars. The night even more beautiful for it."

"Beautiful." Jack stated, and Sirenia listed off to the side before righting herself.

"Keep that up, Jack, and you won't have any choice."

"Hm?" Jack asked, and Arcee just tsked in reply.

"Sirenia, when you stop swooning, can you call Knockout?"

It took Sirenia a moment to snap back to it, "Of course, mistress."

* * *

Jack climbed off of Arcee as Sirenia's feet landed behind them. Knockout walked out of the building, "I haven't seen you guys forever!" he shouted, "Did you miss me that much?" he asked Arcee. She looked to Jack.

Jack breathed in deeply to steel himself, "Oh, um, everyone thinks I should have a badass longcoat?" Jack nervously asked.

Knockout looked him up and down as he thought it over, "You know what? Absolutely. Maybe some pants to go with it. No offence." he said, pointing up and down Jack's body, "But we can defnitely do better. Okay, maybe a little offence."

Jack breathed in deeply, "Thank you."

* * *

Jack rode on Sirenia as they followed Arcee below them. "How are you?" he asked, and it took he a moment to answer.

"I'm sorry, but what?" Sirenia asked.

"How are you?" Jack asked. "Are you happy here?"

"OVERJOYED!" Sirenia replied. "Sorry, but to be able to work under a Prime?"

Jack shyly tried to look away, though this was difficult, as he was inside her. "How about everything else?"

"I am still having trouble with the workflow here." she said.

"Is it hard on you?" Jack asked.

"We're not used to taking so much of the day off." Sirenia stated. "There is a reason I have not complained." she said gleefully.

"I am glad you're happy." he said to her, "It's my first time being in charge."

"We both know that's not true." she gleefully added.

"Tsk." Arcee stated, "There's only been one person who cared so much about those under him." She let the thought hang in the air, as everyone understood the implication.

"If you wanted anything, what would it be?" Jack asked.

"Books!" she quickly stated. "I am intruiged by them. They are as old as Human society. They have knowledge you consider ancient. Untold generations..."

"The Bible actually counts them." Jack stated, "I could never get through that part."

"Pardon, but they count their generations?" Sirenia asked.

"From Adam to Noah." Jack stated, "I think."

"And who was?.."

"According to the Bible, the first Human." Jack simply stated.

"You have records of your first Human?!" Arcee asked.

"If you believe it." Jack stated, "But there's also the Epic of Gilgamesh, which might be the first written story."

"What is it about?" Sirenia asked.

"I've... never actually read it..." Jack voiced.

"Any other ancient stories?" Sirenia asked, and Jack's eyes grew wide.

"I'm really not the one to ask about this." he stated. "Maybe we just need to get you access to the internet."

"Is that what June was using to look up Cinncinati?" Sirenia asked.

"Is that related to Cinncinatus?" Arcee asked.

"A city named after him." Sirenia stated.

"On her phone?" Jack asked.

"Yes." Sirenia replied.

"Then, yeah." Jack stated. "We could probably get a family plan."

Sirenia paused for a moment, "I'm sorry, but that implies you don't have one?"

"I have?" Jack asked, and paused, "Like, the mininum. I sometimes use it to check my e-mail."

"You have a worldwide information network with data going back to the very start of your civilization, and... you don't use it?"

"People have become too obsessed with always being online." Jack stated.

"I've been here a few years, and I don't use it, either." Arcee stated.

Sirenia let out an exacerbated sigh, "Yes, if I have one wish it would be to have access to this internet."

"You could probably tie it into the com link, like we did with the cellphones." Arcee simply stated.

"Ratchet was the one that did that." Jack said. "I'll talk to mom and get us a family plan. Drop me off, I'll ride Arcee the rest of the way." Arcee could be seen swerving beneath them. "You head to Alden and have Ratchet set you up."

"Understood." Sirenia stated, and started to descend.

* * *

Jack climbed out of the landed Sirenia. She was waiting for him to get a few yards away, when he turned back to her, pulling back his helmet. "Transform." he said, and she did, standing above him, looking down at him with curiosity. "Kneel." he said, and she did. He moved in and kissed her on the cheek. He pulled away, looking her in the eyes, "It's good to have you with us."

"Kind of like having the old gang," Arcee stated, "Just with less blaster battles and warcrimes."

Sirenia looked worried, until Jack spoke to her, "She's serious. After everything we had been through together, I think of them like family."

"Even Ultra Magnus?" Arcee asked, and Jack sighed.

"Like a distant uncle you don't want to spend time with?" Jack asked. "Watching him pull apart the Wreckers wasn't fun." Jack then turned to Sirenia, "Have fun." he said to her.

* * *

"You're being nice to her." Arcee stated.

"Of course I am." Jack replied.

"I mean, you're no longer keeping her at arms length." Arcee stated, and Jack wasn't sure what to say, "Do what you want with her, by remember I'm your sparkmate."

"Of course you are." Jack said to her. "I don't know what I would do without you."

"You would survive without any problems. I've seen how good you are, Jack."

"That's not what I meant..." Jack stated.

"I know... And I don't want to..." she voiced, and trailed off. Jack let go of her right handlebar and pet what would be the gas tank in front of him.

* * *

Jack was coming home. June wanted to do something nice for him. It had only been a couple of days, but to her it felt like a lifetime. Maybe she'll cook lasagna. It was always his favourite meal. She wanted to do something for Arcee and Sirenia too, but couldn't exactly cook for them. She couldn't even iron their clothes. They had no need for anything other than Energon, and she couldn't even heat it up. Could she? Did the temperature they take Energon matter. Arcee hasn't shown any preference in the couple of years they had been living together. The only time they worried about the heat is when they went to the Arctic. Maybe she could dress up. That is if she had any nice clothes that weren't scandalously small. They probably wouldn't appreciate party hats, and definitely couldn't appreciate a cake.

* * *

Arcee opened the garage door and Jack stepped inside. "Mom?!" Jack asked, "We're home!" Jack and Arcee ducked into the garage, and Jack went over to flop onto the couch. A moment later the door to the house opened up, and his mother stepped out in sensible heels and her little black dress. Jack was stunned for a moment before he could speak, "Uh, what's the special occation?"

"Oh, just my family coming back." she said, "I wanted to do something nice for you." She looked about the garage and then out the open garage door, "Where's Sirenia?" she asked.

"Stopping over at Alden." Jack stated, "She wants access to the internet."

"So, you're finally going to get the family plan?" June chided him.

"Me?" Jack asked. "No." he said.

"Well, you are my Jack." June said sweetly. "I'll keep the food warm until she comes back." She turned to step back in the house.

"You look good." Jack said to her, and she paused.

"I'm not as young as I used to be." June shyly said.

"No." Arcee stated, "You look good."

"Thank you, Arcee." June happily said to her.

* * *

The thumping of a helicopter's rotors could be heard, and a minute later Sirenia landed in the driveway. She then ducked into the garage.

"Can you close it?" Jack asked, and she quickly did so. Jack let out a sigh of relief. Sirenia turned and saw a table in the middle of the garage. She gave Jack a questioning look. "Family dinner?" Jack asked.

"But, I am a..." Sirenia tried to say, as June appeared carrying the casserole pan, putting it on the table. Already there was a table setting for two, but also a pair of what looked like large, metallic glasses filled with Energon.

"This is sweet, June." Arcee said to her, "But we haven't use anywhere near this much Energon."

"You haven't?" June asked.

"Energon is much more efficient form of energy storage." Sirenia stated. "Unless we're low on Energon, this much will last us a month."

"But, like I said, it was sweet." Arcee said, "And we can sip on it to top ourselves up." June blushed and looked away. "Don't worry, we appreciate it."

"I would like to remind everyone that I'm a servant?" Sirenia asked.

"Maybe on paper, but it's easier to treat you like a family." June said, as she moved over to sit down. Jack stood up and sat around the corner from her. "I've always wanted a daughter."

Arcee leaned down beside the table, with Sirenia moving to copy her.

"Yeah, well, Jack's already spanking me." Arcee sarcastically said, causing June to cough out loud.

"You're the daughter-in-law." Jack stated.

"Right." Arcee said with wide eyes, and then nervously looked down.

"I'm so happy to see you." June uttered. "It's so good to see you home."

"It's good to be home." Jack stated.

"Hence why he closed the garage door right away." Arcee stated.

"It's just to get home and away from everything." Jack stated.

"So, how was Cybertron?" June asked.

"You could also see how beautiful it once was." Jack stated.

"It took aeons to get Cybertron to where it was before the war." Arcee stated. He reached over to grab her hand. The two look into each other's eyes and smiled.

June then turned to Sirenia, "Wait, me?" she asked.

"Did you enjoy the trip?" June asked.

"I got to carry Jack in the skies over Cybertron!" she exclaimed.

#transformers #prime #the prime of his youth #darcee #jack darby #arcee

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aryburn-trains · 1 year

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NW 607 4-8-4 J NW Roanoke Shops 1943 Petersburg VA June 22 1955 George E Votava seven cars WB train 25 The Powhatan Arrow Norfolk to Cinncinati daily by Alabama Rail Archive

#powhatan arrow #n&w #norfolk & western #1955 #norfolk #cincinnati #trains #passenger train #history #petersburg #virginia

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07170 · 1 year

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one of my teachers is so butch and she showed us her in highschool and oh my god. it was so glorious .her mullet. in cinncinati ohio

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96thdayofrage · 2 years

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Dyree Williams, 17, wore his hair in braids, twists, and dreadlocks his entire life, which had never become an issue until he moved from Cinncinati, Ohio, to East Bernard, a town 50 miles outside of Houston, back in February. His new school’s dress code policy stated that “braided hair or cornrows will not be allowed,” leading to Williams and his family strongly disagreeing with the policy.

Williams’ mother, Desiree Bullock, told CNN that her son’s hair represents his African lineage while arguing that he should be able to express himself through various hairstyles that are primarily acceptable in the Black community.

“Once you cut that hair off, you cut off your line to your ancestors. You cut off your lineage. You cut off everything,” she said. “And just it’s not an option. We don’t consider them dreadlocks because we don’t dread them. We love them.”

The school’s handbook, which addresses male student’s hair, states that “Boy’s hair may not extend below the eyebrows, below the tops of the ears or below a conventional standup shirt collar, and must not be more than one-inch difference in the length of the hair on the side to the length of the hair on top.”

Though the district established the dress code policy, Bullock said changing Williams’ hairstyle is not an option.

The handbook also states that “This includes but not limited to tall hairstyles, side swept bang styles, and long hair dangling over shaved sides or shaved back of the head. This also includes mullets and mullets in the making. Braided hair or cornrows will not be allowed. No extremes in hairstyles.”

While Bullock was hopeful that the school would give Williams’ a pass after meeting with him, the school’s administration told them to refer to the handbook’s policy regarding certain hairstyles.

She then filed for a religious exemption for Williams’ hair with the district’s superintendent, but she was denied.

“The exemption request you filed has not been granted at this time,” Courtney Hudgins, East Bernard Independent School District’s Superintendent said in an email response to Bullock. “Assuming the children can meet the dress code requirements, as well as all necessary paperwork for enrollment, they are welcome to enroll with our district registrar. Please contact the registrar to make an appointment for enrollment. If you have any specific questions regarding the dress code, please contact the campus principal.”

Bullock responded to Hudgins, asking for clarification about the enrollment process, but she did not receive a reply from the superintendent.

Brian Klosterboer, attorney for ACLU of Texas, told the outlet in a statement that the school’s policy is unconstitutional and discriminates based on gender.

“East Bernard ISD’s hair policy is deeply discriminatory and needs to be changed,” he said. “The policy contains explicit gender discrimination that recent court decisions have found to be unconstitutional and violate Title IX, and it also explicitly bans ‘braided hair or twisted rows/strands,’ which is a proxy for race discrimination and disproportionately harms Black students in the district.”

Since Williams’ cannot transfer to another school district, Bullock said she is currently homeschooling him and his two sisters.

“I feel really sick to my stomach,” she said. “I feel like (the district’s hair policy) needs to change, I feel like it’s horrible and I feel like it’s only toward African American children or people.”

According to the Texas Education Agency, only 6.1 percent of students attending schools within the district are Black.

Williams, who is entering his Junior year of high school, runs track and his mother said it saddens her that he will miss out on opportunities to get noticed by college scouts for scholarships.

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