state 49

Montana: Clear water and mountains near Saint Mary

We’ve been to 49 U.S. states so far, and this July, we’ll be visiting Hawaii to finish the list with number 50. In honor of our trip, we’ll be posting a photo from every state in the days leading up to our last state!

Ask Me Shit

1:What color are your socks?
2:Have you ever lied about your age? Why?
3:What is something you regret in the past month?
4:Do you believe in love at first sight?
5:When was the last time you wrote someone a letter on paper?
6:How old were you when you first learned how to ride a bike? Who taught you?
7:Do you get along with your parents? Why or why not?
8:What’s your favorite season?
9:Do you currently like someone?
10:Have you ever used an Ouija board?
11:What’s the last song you sang?
12:What’s your favorite scent?
13:What’s your favorite urban legend?
14:What’s a bad habit that you have?
15:What’s a strange habit that you have?
16:What’s the first instrument that you learned to play?
17:How would you describe your ‘type?’
18:Would you rather stay in or go out?
19:What was the last thing you said to your mom?
20:Do you want to get married someday?
21:Have you ever snuck out?
22:Can you sing well?
23:What’s an embarrassing thing that happened this week?
24:When was the last time you went sledding?
25:Have you ever/do you liked someone you know you can never be with?
26:Do people often mispronounce your name?
27:Would you like to live in another country?
28:Do you like to watch ghost-hunting shows?
29:Who was the last person you said you loved to?
30:What’s something you’d like to be better at?
31:Have you ever stayed up to talk to someone who was sad?
32:What was the last thing you cooked?
33:Do you think you would make a good parent?
34:Do you have trouble sleeping at night?
35:Where is your best friend right now?
36:How long does it take you to get ready in the morning?
37:How late do you usually stay up at night?
38:When was the last time you cried and why?
39:Have you ever won a contest?
40:Can you draw well?
41:Would you ever date someone you met on Tumblr/the internet?
42:What was the last thing you ate?
43:Do you think you’re/you’d make a good boyfriend/girlfriend?
44:Have you ever had a near-death experience?
45:What do you think people think of you?
46:What is your middle name and do you like it?
47:Are you close with either of your parents?
48:Do you like yourself?
49:State five facts about your appearance –
50:State five facts about your personality

50 States Most Haunted

Each state in the USA has it’s own tales of haunted hotels, houses, and various other places. But each state has what is considered their “most haunted” spot. What is your state’s most haunted place?

1. Alabama - Sloss Furnaces (Birmingham)
2. Alaska - UAA’s Wendy Williamson Auditorium (Anchorage)
3. Arizona - Bird Cage Theater (Tombstone)
4. Arkansas - The Crescent Hotel (Eureka Springs)
5. California - Alcatraz Island (San Francisco)
6. Colorado - The Stanley Hotel (Estes Park)
7. Connecticut - Seaside Sanatorium (Waterford)
8. Delaware - Fort Delaware (Pea Patch Island)
9. Florida - Florida Theatre (Jacksonville)
10. Georgia - Kennesaw House (Marietta)
11. Hawaii - ‘lolani Place (Honolulu)
12. Idaho - Old Idaho State Penitentiary (Boise)
13.  Illinois - Congress Plaza Hotel (Chicago)
14. Indiana - French Lick Springs Hotel (French Lick)
15. Iowa - Villisca Ax Murder House (Villisca)
16. Kansas - The Sallie House (Atchison)
17. Kentucky - Waverly Hills Sanatorium (Louisville)
18. Louisiana - The Myrtles Plantation (St. Francisville)
19. Maine - Wood Island Lighthouse (Wood Island)
20. Maryland - Antietam Battlefield (Sharpsburg)
21. Massachusetts - The Lizzie Borden House (Fall River)
22. Michigan - Henderson Castle (Kalamazoo)
23. Minnesota - Forepaugh’s Restaurant (St. Paul)
24. Mississippi - Cedar Grove Mansion (Vicksburg)
25. Missouri - Lemp Mansion (St. Louis)
26. Montana - The University of Montana (Missoula)
27. Nebraska - Nebraska State Capitol (Lincoln)
28. Nevada - Virginia City
29. New Hampshire - Pine Hill Cemetery (Hollis)
30. New Jersey - Seabrook-Wilson House (Port Monmouth)
31. New Mexico - Highway 666
32. New York - The Amityville Horror House (Amityville)
33. North Carolina - Brown Mountain Lights (Burke and Caldwell Counties)
34. North Dakota - Liberty Memorial Building (Bismarck)
35. Ohio - The Ridges (Athens)
36. Oklahoma - Skirvin Hotel (Oklahoma City)
37. Oregon - McMenamin’s White Eagle Saloon (Portland)
38. Pennsylvania - Gettysburg Battlefields (Gettysburg)
39. Rhode Island - The Ladd School (Exeter)
40. South Carolina - Old Charleston Jail (Charleston)
41. South Dakota - Bullock Hotel (Deadwood)
42. Tennessee - Loretta Lynn Plantation House (Hurricane Mills)
43. Texas - The Alamo (San Antonio)
44. Utah - Westminster College (Salt Lake City)
45. Vermont - The University of Vermont (Burlington)
46. Virginia - Ferry Plantation House (Virginia Beach)
47. Washington - The Palace Hotel (Port Townshend)
48. West Virginia - West Virginia State Penitentiary (Moundsville)
49. Wisconsin - Summerwind Mansion (West Bay Lake)
50. Wyoming - Wyoming Frontier Prison (Rawlins)

Indiana: Fall on the Indiana University campus in Bloomington

We’ve been to 49 U.S. states so far, and this July, we’ll be visiting Hawaii to finish the list with number 50. In honor of our trip, we’ll be posting a photo from every state in the days leading up to our last state!

It’s long run Sunday. 16 miles at 6:50 was the goal, but I just could not get out of warmup pace at the beginning. I stopped for a few seconds at mile 4 to sip some water and debate what I wanted to do.

I decided to keep going to the 8-mile mark and see how I felt then. At that point I could either continue two more miles to finish the loop or turn around and do the whole 16.

I eventually ran miles 7 and 8 at a decent speed and figured I’d give the full distance a go. Somehow I started hitting pace on the way back. I’m not sure if it was mental or physical, but I was suddenly in a better state.

57:49 (7:13) for the first half and 54:57 on the way back (6:52) for an overall average of 7:03. I’ll take it. Could have gone a lot worse, and the toughness I pulled out of my ass today will help me on marathon morning.

Today has almost been a year since the largest mass shooting and LGBT hate crime in the United States, where they lost 49 mostly Latin people to hate, showing us that acceptance is still hard to find in today’s world. Since then, we saw Chechnya open gay concentration camps, and rounding up people in their homes and on the streets. This as well as many other things, is a reminder that Pride isn’t “just a party”, that it’s not “unnecessary” and how absurd it is that it makes some wonder why “there isn’t a Straight Pride?”

Pride is and has always been necessary from the day it got created. Many years ago, but not as long as we’d like to think, trans women of color led the riots at Stonewall, the uprising that led to an organized global LGBT movement and origin of the pride parade, 1969. Stonewall proves to us that police doesn’t deserve automatic respect, that we should question authority and demand equality. We still have a very long way to go in this, as police brutality is still way too frequent and justice nowhere to find in it.

LGBT history, as well as non-white history, has always been full of deliberate, planned violence. We don’t have to go back far at all, as we know that the aids virus could have been fought early on, but that Ronald Reagen deliberately decided to ignore it because he and many believed it only targeted queer people, labeling it the “gay plague, epidemic sweeping” and “God’s punishment”, even though the majority of cases in the 80s for France and Belgium among other countries when the outbreak was drastically spreading, were heterosexuals, and it had long been a problem in Africa, spread through predominantly heterosexual sex. Scientists exposed the media over and over of their discriminatory bias, yet they still continued villainizing queer people. (“Maybe the Lord brought down the plague because illicit sex is against the Ten Commandments.” US President Ronald Reagan, 1989.) It’s important to recognize how bigotry isn’t just something you’ll “live through” until it’s over/someone else gets elected. Many didn’t live through it at all. He’s responsible for aids to grow from 41 cases in 1981 to over 70 million today while the CDC was constantly denied funding. He kept trying to deny them more his entire presidency, and refused to even talk about aids out loud for the first seven years of his presidency. When he did, 59,572 AIDS cases had already been reported and 27,909 of those women and men had died.

If we go back further in time, we can look at all the people that were saved from the concentration camps after the Second World War. Yet the queer prisoners weren’t freed at all, but simply moved from the camps to prisons, spending the last of their short lives there.

If we look at today, violence done to queer people is still high, as well as suicide rates. There is youth that still gets kicked out of their own homes by their guardians. There are still places in the world where you will receive systematic violence or execution for being openly LGBT. Many LGBT traces are written out of our history books, and even though media representation is rising, it is mostly through villains, the laughing stock, or death.

As a wlw myself, I am paying my respect and gratitude to all those who have fought for my rights and those we lost to hate. Oppression and hate has been on the rise once again in many forms.
My cause isn’t just my cause and your cause isn’t just yours, we are facing the same evil in different wrapping and I will always fight against oppression. Withdrawing yourself from the cause, or dividing within your community, plays right into their cards. Racists have no place in the LGBT community, ableists, misogynists, TERFs, biphobics, acephobics, alt-right, islamophobia, antisemitism has no place here. You either fight for everyone, or for no one but yourself. That’s what this is about. I usually never write anything even half this long on here, and thanks if you read all of it.

So this tattoo as a special mention goes out to Willem Arondéus, who was openly gay in a time when you shouldn’t be, who together with his group of resistance during WW2 hid Jewish people and forged their documents, bombed the Amsterdam public records office causing them to not be able to track or find any Jewish people. Who was caught and whose lasts words were “let it be known that homosexuals are not cowards”.

Stand up to oppression, stand up to hate.

anonymous asked:

That last anon is right. The 1860 census showed slave ownership ranged from 13% of all families in states like Missouri to 49% in Mississippi. This was a 'slave society', where it was widespread, and owning slaves was viewed as a //status symbol//. See Ira Berlin, 'Many Thousands Gone'.


Washington: Waterfall in Mount Rainier National Park

We’ve been to 49 U.S. states so far, and this July, we’ll be visiting Hawaii to finish the list with number 50. In honor of our trip, we’ll be posting a photo from every state in the days leading up to our last state!

anonymous asked:

Out of the following 20th century landslides, 1920, 1936, 1964, 1972, and 1984, which do you think was the biggest?

I mean, if we’re going by Electoral College, it’s 1984 because Reagan beat Mondale 525-13, but I say that the biggest overall landslide was 1972 (Nixon vs. McGovern).

In 1972, Nixon won 49 out of 50 states, just like Reagan did in 1984, and Nixon’s Electoral College margin (520-17 with one faithless elector casting their ballot for Libertarian John Hospers) was only narrowly smaller than Reagan’s in ‘84. But Nixon also won over 60% of the popular vote in 1972 and limited McGovern to just 37.5% while Reagan didn’t quite get to 60% in ‘84 and Mondale crossed the 40% threshold. 

Plus, in 1972, Nixon’s state-by-state margins of victory were significantly larger than Reagan’s in 1984. Of the 49 states that Nixon won in ‘72, the margin of victory was less than 10% in just four states (Wisconsin, South Dakota, Rhode Island, and Massachusetts) and won 36 states by a margin of over 20%. Nine of the states that Nixon won were by a margin of more than 40% of the popular vote, including 59% in Mississippi and 50% in Georgia. Reagan had “only” four states in which the margin of victory was more than 40% in 1984 and there were seven states in which his margin of victory was less than 10%. On a state-by-state basis a bigger margin of voters cast ballots for Nixon instead of his opponent in 1972 than Reagan in 1984. 

And just think, less than a year after that 1972 landslide, Nixon’s Vice President had been forced to resign to avoid prison, and Nixon himself was forced to resign the Presidency ten months after that.

anonymous asked:

44 49 55

44. Does anyone disgust you?

no one i know personally is coming to mind. the president of the united states, though…

49. Has someone recently told you something you didn’t want to hear?

my dentist told me i had my first ever cavity

55. Have you ever liked somebody and never told them?

ooo yeah, that’s the struggle of being closeted and gay, isn’t it? all of middle school & half of high school for me was spent being silently in love with friends

I could have stopped after the Japanese Gardens and Neptune’s Secret Garden, but Paula has a tight schedule. Not that it’s a bad thing, definitely not, after all she has 49 States to travel through and a trip around the world after it, so there is a certain rush. I wonder if she already booked flight tickets.

But there is still enough time to enjoy the trip. We listen to a lot of music, especially on the way from Silver Point to Manzanita. I like Paula’s taste. It is independent music from all over the world; Latin American, French, German, Indian, you name it. And she knows enough of the languages – or maybe she just knows the songs – to sing along.

It was a great time, driving with the windows open, air in our hair, music blasting and there was almost a feeling of wanderlust, only that I am on a road trip and I can not be more on the road. Well, except for the feeling that this is all going to end soon and I cannot stand that thought. I want this to continue forever.

I think Paula gradually accepts me being here; I found us a few things already. Parking spaces, rest rooms, a place that sells great lunch.

Maybe I can convince her to keep me. Hey, that could be like my summer job. I will make the road trip around the States with her and afterward I will finish High School and hope to manage to do something with my life.

Like I said, after Silver Point we drove down the coast to Manzanita. Driving with Paula reminds me of the summers we spent as a family hiking to Mount Hood; long drives to an yet unknown location, the sense of adventure hanging in the air.

We made another two stops on the coast and finally stopped at a secluded bay. Paula knows a lot about the sea, how to read the signs how high the high tide will reach and where one can stay for the night without getting wet feet. We watched the sun setting, coloring the sky and the sea in all shades of fire.

Again we slept in the open, this time only with the stars and the two moons over us. Paula showed me different constellations, she knows more than Mom knew.

I fell asleep looking at the moons, shimmering silver and orange, and all the stars, and the second before my mind slipped away, all the constellations connected, as if seen on a map.

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New Hampshire: Fog in the White Mountains

We’ve been to 49 U.S. states so far, and this July, we’ll be visiting Hawaii to finish the list with number 50. In honor of our trip, we’ll be posting a photo from every state in the days leading up to our last state!

it seems like the prosecution of Trump has solidified somewhat today. That is very good news for the US and honestly, for all other countries that are affected by what the US does. 

But hold on to your celebration hats just yet. Even if there is a solid case for impeachment, the wheels of justice grind slowly. When problems first started for Nixon, things were still going good for him. He had just been re-elected, winning 49 states and 60% of the popular vote. America had not quite learned yet. See, it still took almost 2 more years to get rid of him. And five times for impeachment to take hold. 

So while this is new special prosecutor is good, don’t be disheartened if it takes more than one call for impeachment to knock this thing down. 

06/1972 - Watergate break-in, WaPo breaks the story which Nixon claims is misleading 

11/1972 - Nixon wins re-election, taking 49 states and 60% of the popular vote 

01/1973 - special Senate committee to investigate Watergate and the cover up (dip), Vietnam peace settlement (surge) 

05/1973 - three resolutions to impeach on war crimes submitted and die in committee 

07/1973 - another call for impeachment, testimony that WH tapes exist 

10/1973 - ACLU calls for impeachment, Nixon fires the special prosecutor and others aka Saturday Night Massacre
11/1973 - 18 ½ min gap in tapes revealed, legal fight over tapes begins
02/1974 - resolution to impeach Nixon passes
03/1974 - DC grand jury indicts many Nixon aides
05/1974 - impeachment hearings begin
07/1974 - SCOTUS rules executive priv doesn’t cover the WH tapes, tapes released, House Judiciary committee returns three articles of impeachment
08/05/1974 - “smoking gun” tape released to the public revealing Nixon had lied throughout
08/09/1974 - Nixon resigns

Flower Beds in Holland (also known as ‘Bulb Fields’)
Vincent van Gogh - 1883
National Gallery of Art - Washington DC (United States)
Oil painting
Height: 49 cm (19.29 in.), Width: 66 cm (25.98 in.)

This work from 1883 marks the first time we really feel Vincent’s expert use and knowledge of color. There are a couple more examples from earlier, in ‘82, but for me, this is the physical representation of the beginning of his mission to work only to let God move through his vessel and leave something timeless behind. 

Vincent painted and drew (and wrote letters) voraciously from here on out, compiling over 900 paintings, at least that many letters, and even more drawings.


Pairing: Dick Grayson x Wally West
Rating: T
Word Count: 2800

Summary: Wally crashes with Dick while he and Artemis are on a break. Fluffy.



“Uh huh,” Dick replied to Wally distractedly, running his glove through the large display in the cramped computer lab at Mount Justice. Maps molded and shifted and grew as he finished sorting the data from the latest case surrounding Two-Face, before he spun toward his petulant friend, who was lounging a few feet away at a standard console, feet propped up on a nearby chair.

Wally growled over the the Bejeweled “You Lose” music tinkling from state-of-the-art computer speakers. “This sucks.”

Dick ran one finger under his snug uniform collar; it was starting to itch as the Two-Face case dragged on over days. Wally was in civvies. It really shouldn’t have been, but it was always a little weird when he visited the Cave in civvies these days.

Wally wears civvies in the Cave all the time, why …? Dick frowned a little. Hell, he was here last weekend in a t-shirt and … He glanced over at his annoyed friend … those same khaki shorts to hang out.

He tried to shake the unease with a shoulder wiggle and a stretch, reaching above his head and to the side, a little farther than a human being probably should be able too. Wally gaped at him a second before groaning subtly–in boredom?–and turning back to the game. Propping his head lazily in one hand, he restlessly drummed his fingers against his freckles as the bright gems in Bejeweled flickered and fell away on the screen. His half-eaten Power Bar plopped to the side of the keyboard as Wally tossed it after a final absentminded bite.

Maybe it was weird because he shouldn’t really be here in the first place.

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811 || “His first proclamation of love was unconventionally timed and yes, maybe there was a small part of him that wished on all of the shooting stars that you heard him.”

warnings: none, really, just pure cotton candy fluff

a/n: inspired by michael’s tweet :((( my poor bby boy. special thanks to @assholemalums for beta’ing it <3

It wasn’t your fault that you were tired. Michael hadn’t been able to sleep last night until you coaxed his head onto your lap, carefully running your fingers through his dyed hair. Your ministrations had carried on through the hours before dawn, and only when the clouds were tinged a peach pink was he able to slumber peacefully.

Now here he was, occasionally swaying in the back of the tour bus, on the way to somewhere new with your head in his lap. The clock glared at him with bright numbers stating 11:49 PM. Not that late by his standards, but considering the amount of sleep he got (which was more like a nap by definition) and the exhilarating show they played, he should be knocked out. In the same way you had done for him in his sleepless sessions, he was carefully sifting through your strands, untangling whatever stopped his path. Little snores escaped from your mouth, and the rush of affection he felt for you was overwhelming. The bus bumped along, lights blurring past the window. Shadows casted themselves over the two of you, and words drifted into his mind.

Hmm… Could be new song lyrics, Michael mused, continuing his actions. The air conditioning hummed, providing the white noise to keep his thoughts in check. He was so busy staring at you that he didn’t realize the time passing by until a soft tap on the sliding door sounded. It hissed open, revealing a concerned blue eyed blond.

“You should be sleeping, not watching her sleep,” Luke whispered, smiling through a yawn. He leaned on the wall, rubbing his eyes tiredly.

“Can’t sleep,” Michael’s voice sounded incredibly dull to his ears, and Luke’s sigh made him feel a tinge of gloom. Why couldn’t he just be normal?

“You can take the sleeping pills, you know. Doc said that-”

“They don’t work as well anymore. I had to stop them,” Michael cut in before he could finish. Luke stared before nodding solemnly. He turned away and walked down the hall, and Michael looked back down at you. So beautiful. Rustling could be heard, and Luke returned with the blanket from Michael’s bunk.

“Here, take this at least,” he murmured, handing it to him. Michael mumbled his thanks, hoping that the sincerity could be heard. Luke’s small smile reassured him, and he walked out the door, pressing the button. It closed behind him.

1:40 AM.

He watched the text blink. His fingers twitched, one hand mechanically going through your hair, the other still gripping the cloth. His eyes were closing to be glued shut. Sleep teased him, but it never came close enough.

1:41 AM.

He hadn’t moved from his position since hours ago. It wasn’t uncomfortable, no, but he couldn’t feel his legs. It didn’t matter. Michael didn’t want to risk the chance of waking you.

1:42 AM.

You were shifting around anyway, but he couldn’t tell if you were truly asleep. His heart swelled with fondness and his eyes teared up in exhaustion and his tongue rubbed over his cracked lips. The words were ready to burst from his lungs.

1:43 AM.

“It’s 1:43 AM and I wanted to say I love you,” his voice cracked, but he soldiered on. “It’s so damn cheesy because of the time but I know, right here and right now, that I really do. I love you for sacrificing your sleep just so there was a chance that I could. I love you for always giving me the fries from your meal. I love you for keeping me standing when all I wanted to do was collapse. I love you for sitting through all of my random guitar sessions. I love you for always caring for me. Fuck, I love you so much.”

1:44 AM.

You stirred, and he held his breath. His first proclamation of love was unconventionally timed and yes, maybe there was a small part of him that wished on all of the shooting stars that you heard him.

Sometimes, the shooting stars are kind.

“Michael Gordon Clifford, I love you, too,” you murmured into the still air, clutching his leg softly. “But maybe next time, wake me up so that I could hear all of that properly.” His laugh is shaky, but you felt the release of all the tension in his bones. Eyes fluttering open, you searched for his green ones in the dark. They glistened back. You sat up from your position and smiled at him sleepily but genuinely. Your hand reached out to caress his scruffy jaw, and Michael leaned into your touch. Tugging at his sleeve, you dragged him over to the wider side of the sofa. You were first to plop down and lie on your back, Michael following after draping the blanket over your bodies. He turned and scooped you up into his arms, becoming the big spoon without question.

1:45 AM.

No other words were exchanged. With you by his side, Michael finally got the rest he needed.

The streetlights illuminated his dreams.

masterlist || just a lil thing i felt like writing :-) honestly worried for michael tho… i just hope he gets enough rest.