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So apparently Texas passed a new law to allow any clergy to refuse to marry any lgbt+ couple, despite it being federal law to allow a couple to wed. They’re getting through a loophole of allowing lgbt to BE married, but removing their access and ability to GET married. 

I know I’m in Michigan, but if anyone in Texas needs an ordained minister, I’m ordained and can marry whoever the fuck I want. You wanna get married? Hit me up. We’ll do this shit.

I’m Hannah, 19 from Michigan. I’m into a lot of different stuff. I just recently put the snow patrol lyrics above my head. It took two days to cut them all out. And now that i have them up they are hard to see, so i gotta color them. My favorite part of my room would have to be the lyrics or the lights, or my toy story blanket. :p Basically, it’s a good place to relax / escape. :}

Hi, my name is Jayden, I’m 17 years old, and I’m from Michigan.I’m 4/20 friendly, a junior, and I am also bisexual, but I tend to lean more towards girls.

My interests include Nirvana, rap music like Kevin Gates, playing the sims, and watching cartoons. I’m also a libra and try to be very optimistic & positive. 

Thank you for giving my submission a read, and I hope to speak to you soon!

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anonymous asked:

So anyone want to tell me how I'm going to survive till October without the flash???

Well, I’m going on a cruise in June! It’s just on Lake Michigan, but I’m super excited about it since I’ve never been on a boat. Oh, and I recently got a promotion at work, so I’m sure I’ll be quite busy and the time will fly by. 

Don’t worry, before you know it it will be SDCC and we’ll be getting spoilers again :o)

Michigan Gothic

• M-59 is a wasteland of traffic. The lights change, but no one moves. Your foot never touches the gas pedal, only lifts off and then returns to the brake. You don’t know how long you’ve been out here. You think you see a break in traffic, but it’s just a mirage provided by the heat rising off the engines.

• Every October, you can’t help but feel that the haunted houses and haunted farms dotting the mile roads may not just be costumes and red corn syrup. The metallic scent of blood is at the tail end of every deep breath of fresh air. You smile at the woman in the ticket booth, but there’s nothing behind her eyes.

• You stare out over lake St. Clair, huddling deeper into your jacket. Just past the horizon, you see something rising from the gray, muddled water. It takes you 20 minutes to convince yourself that nothing lives there anymore. But you know what you saw.

• The pot holes, God the pot holes. The grow and change at night, always just inches from your wheels. You grip the steering wheel and pray that you aren’t the unlucky soul they take as fresh blood tonight. Where does one go if they’re swallowed by something so unholy?

• You walk into Tim Horton’s. You could’ve sworn that yesterday this was a Starbucks. No, the barista replies, this has always been a Tim Horton’s. Her smile is just a a little too wide for her face. You fear it will stretch right off and onto yours. You apologize. Of course it’s always been a Tim Horton’s. You do everything you can to make her stop smiling.

• It is October. The Red Wings are playing. It is April. The Red Wings are still playing. They are always playing. They are always playing. They descend on the city, a cacophony of Languages that seem vaguely European, but fill you with dread. The playoff beards are older than you are. There is red. So much red. Everything you see is red. Everything you are is red. Where is it all coming from?

• Children play in the residential streets. They ride bikes, scooters, skateboards. They play hockey. They stand and stare you in the eye as you attempt to drive up their street. They don’t move. They never move.

• The sirens are going off. It’s the first Saturday of the month. The screams almost drown out the sirens. You don’t know where they’re coming from. They are miles away but in your basement.

• The sun is a myth. Heat is a myth. Shadows are myths. They are all simply elements of a ghost story told around a bonfire. The clouds part. Steam rises off of everything. Cold is a myth. Winter is a myth.

View of the University of Michigan Library in Ann Arbor, Michigan. Printed on front: “Library, University of Michigan, Ann Arbor, Mich.” Printed on back: “Published by F.M. Kirby & Co. Made in U.S.A.” Handwritten on back: “Howell, Nov. 16, 1911. Dear May, the stove is allright. Dear child, Ma is never so busy but she is good to see her friends but I don’t want to put you to any trouble. Uncle Andrew [undecipherable] was yesterday afternoon. Jesse would have gone but we did not learn it in time I have a card from Aunt telling us about his sickness. Aunt Mary sent me a birthday card. Mother.” Card is postmarked November 16, 1911.

  • Courtesy of the Burton Historical Collection, Detroit Public Library

My name is Darien, I’m 17, and I’m from Michigan. I’ve done this once but felt it was extremely outdated, and wanted some more online friends.
I can only speak English, and roughly (horribly) translate French after my single year in the class.
My interests include: Dodie Clark (generally, she’s wonderful), Twenty One Pilots, Dear Evan Hansen, Starkid, and most musicals. I also enjoy drawing the same OCs I’ve had since I was 13 (they have improved but they’re still trash). I mostly watch old cartoons to delay new shows, and procrastinate everything.
I kind of think it’d be cool to test out snail mail, but we should start with messaging or skype.
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