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texasalmanac · 2 years

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Each of these places can be looked up at texasalmanac.com for full details--but we'll give you a head start: https://www.texasalmanac.com/places/bigfoot

#texas #articles #austin county #denton county #ellis county #frio county #henderson county #johnson county #lamar county #montgomery county #roberts county #tarrant county #winkler county #wood county

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dontmeantobepoliticalbut · 9 months

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U.S. President Joe Biden on Tuesday will honor Emmett Till, the Black teenager whose 1955 killing helped galvanize the Civil Rights movement, and his mother with a national monument across two states.

Till, 14 and visiting from Chicago, was beaten, shot and mutilated in Money, Mississippi, on Aug. 28, 1955, four days after a 21-year-old white woman accused him of whistling at her. His body was dumped in a river.

The violent killing put a spotlight on the U.S. civil rights cause after his mother, Mamie Till-Bradley, held an open-casket funeral and a photo of her son's badly disfigured body appeared in Black media.

The national monument designation across 5.7 acres (2.3 hectares) and three sites marks a forceful new effort by the President to memorialize the country's bloody racial history even as Republicans in some states push limits on how that past is taught.

"America is changing, America is making progress," said the Rev. Wheeler Parker Jr., 84, a cousin of Till's who was with the boy on the night he was abducted at gunpoint from the relatives' house they were staying at in Mississippi.

"I've seen a lot of changes over the years and I try to tell young people that they happen, but they happen very slow," Parker said on Monday in a telephone interview as he traveled from Chicago to Washington to attend the signing ceremony at the White House as one of approximately 60 guests.

Tuesday marks the 82nd anniversary of Till's birth in 1941. One of the monument sites is the Roberts Temple Church of God in Christ in Chicago, where Till's funeral took place.

The other selected sites are in Mississippi: Graball Landing, close to where Till's body is believed to be have been recovered; and Tallahatchie County Second District Courthouse, where two white men who later confessed to Till's killing were acquitted by an all-white jury.

Signs erected at Graball Landing since 2008 to commemorate Till's killing have been repeatedly defaced by gunfire.

Now that site and the others will be considered federal property, receiving about $180,000 a year in funding from the National Park Service. Any future vandalism would be investigated by federal law enforcement rather than local police, according to Patrick Weems, executive director of the Emmett Till Interpretive Center in Sumner, Mississippi.

Other such monuments include the Grand Canyon, Statue of Liberty and the laboratory of inventor Thomas Edison.

Biden, an 80-year-old Democrat, will likely need strong support from Black voters to secure a second term in the 2024 presidential election.

He screened a film recounting the lynching, "Till," at the White House in February. Last March, he signed into law a bipartisan bill named for Till that for the first time made lynching a federal hate crime.

A Republican field led by former President Donald Trump has made conservative views on race and other contentious issues of history a part of their platform, including banning books and fighting efforts to teach school children accounts of the country's past that they regard as ideologically inflected or unpatriotic.

"This is an amazing, teachable moment to talk about the importance of this story as an American story that everybody can share in now, particularly at a time when people are trying to rewrite history," said Christopher Benson, president of the non-profit organization the Emmett Till & Mamie Till-Mobley Institute in Summit, Illinois.

“We have a memorial now that is not erasable. It can't be banned and it can't be censored, and we think that's a very important thing.”

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alwaysbewoke · 2 months

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#Boeing #whistleblower #John Barnett #quality-control concerns #safety concerns #South Carolina #death #investigation #self-inflicted gunshot wound #Charleston County coroner’s office #Charleston City Police Department #lawsuit #retaliation #deposition #Robert M. Turkewitz #lawyer #Federal Aviation Administration #FAA

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scenephile · 2 months

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The old dreams were good dreams...

#The Bridges of Madison County #clint eastwood #meryl streep #scenephile #movie quotes #film quotes #movie scenes #movie scene #film scene #Francesca Johnson #Robert Kincaid

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aghostofmyformerself · 9 months

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#adam brody #the oc #orange county #the oc icons #seth cohen #seth and summer #summer roberts #ryan atwood #gilmore girls #dave rygalski

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ronon-dex · 6 months

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4 things about 'spirit folk':

loved the idea of voyager's crew being seen as magical beings or aliens to an artificially intelligent human society, that's a fascinating concept, but any poignance of that first contact situation is lost because the fair haven people still don't know they're not real - not even michael!

why do we keep fucking with the holodeck. in tng moriarty almost killed people. in voyager the hirogen used them as torture prisons. b'elanna was like 'maybe we turn off this program that's been left running so long it's become alive, like chicken nuggets left under the bed' and the rest of the crew was like 'actually i need my wii sports resort at all hours of the day b'elanna'. insane. having the option of turning off the safety controls is also insane, why do we even have that lever™️

this ep treated historical irish society as both dumber than it was and simultaneously gave it too much credit. the doctor, playing the town priest, would've been able to convince the people of anything. catholics revered priests more than fairies!!!!!!! unfortunately

the borg kids' second day on the ship the captain's videogame almost engulfs the ship. wack

#these eps are the most fun ngl #st voyager #star trek: voyager #st voy #star trek #tom paris #kathryn janeway #b'elanna torres #harry kim #michal o'sullivan #6x17 #please tell me this story is over i can't take any more of those accents #robert duncan mcneill's irish accent is actually ok #the guest actors other than michael....................oooof #the actor who pronounced county meath as 'county may'... get help

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sitting-on-me-bum · 4 months

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Scarlet elfcup mushrooms (Sarcoscypha austriaca var. austriaca) growing on moss, Clare Glen, Tandragee, County Armagh, Northern Ireland, UK. December.

Photographer: Robert Thompson

#robert thompson #photographer #scarlet elfcup mushrooms #mushrooms #fungi #fungus #sarcoscypha austriaca var. austriaca #moss #clare glen #tandragee #county armagh #northern ireland #united kingdom #nature

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joeygallagher · 1 year

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Sequoia National Park Postcard (1957)

General Sherman Tree

Giant Forest of Sequoia National Park in Tulare County, California

Photo by Mike Roberts

#Mike Roberts #Sequoia National Park #General Sherman Tree #Giant Forest #Tulare County #California #1957

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fuoridalcloro · 11 months

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“Quanto può durare un amore impossibile? Un amore impossibile, che ha avuto anche solo un istante di possibilità, ma per qualche normalissimo e sadico, o assurdo e inevitabile motivo non può svolgersi, non può viversi, un amore che è ma non può esistere, un amore che non ci sarà mai tempo a scalfire, né abitudine a spegnere... Il guaio, meraviglioso e terribile guaio, è che basta anche solo un attimo per creare un ricordo, e ciò che sopravvive alla dimenticanza è destinato, o forse dovrei dire condannato, all'eternità. Un amore impossibile è possibile che resista a tutto, anche ad altri amori, perché lascia sempre intatto il desiderio che brilla nel ricordo, e nel ricordo si ama davvero, forse anche di più. Quanto può durare un impossibile? Un vero amore impossibile è per sempre.”

Robert James Waller - I ponti di Madison County

#robert james waller #i ponti di madison county #quote

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mr-e-nigma · 1 year

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What I often refer to as “the four essential archetypes” or “the four genders” (vampire, werewolf, cowboy, and pirate) are on like a graph in my mind. Looks like this

They’re not perfect opposites but they’re pairs that are each kind of spectrums to me? Vampires and werewolves are very often opposed to each other when in the same piece of media. And pirates and cowboys I can’t really explain. Maybe it’s the hats.

Anyway I figured out why I like Bruce Campbell so much

#stretching the definition of pirate for autolycus I know #he does attack and rob people just. not at sea #and ash was only a werewolf once in the comics so it wasn’t actually bruce himself #but I’m counting it anyway because werewolf ash lives in my brain forever <3 #bruce campbell #brisco county jr #ash williams #autolycus #robert van helsing #sundown: the vampire in retreat #the evil dead #evil dead #army of darkness #the adventures of brisco county jr #xena: warrior princess

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j-tillow · 12 days

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karihighman · 8 months

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Love that Mischa posted her support of her OC cast mates supporting the strike!! 🪧👏 ⬆️

& Melinda posted the full photo on her IG along with Josh Schwartz who posted these epic signs on his IG stories!! 🪧👏 ⬆️

#the oc #the oc reunion #marissa cooper #julie cooper #jimmy cooper #kaitlin cooper #family reunion #wga strong #wga strike #sag afra strike #willa holland #mischa barton #melinda clarke #tate donovan #Josh Schwartz #rachel bilson #summer roberts #atomic county

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frstcorinthians · 2 months

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; angels that have no place

summary: “Must be nice to have your own room now, then,” she replied, then immediately tensed, worried she’d misstepped. They were both here because of tragedy – for all she knew, that crewmate was dead now, blown to bits up in the wide open sky. He sighed, stretching out his legs and tilting his head. “To be honest, I kind of miss it.” His voice didn’t sound upset or angry. Looks like she’d dodged a bullet once again. Vera always said her lack of tact was going to get her in trouble one day, and she kind of liked this Robert Rosenthal. Or at least, she didn’t mind having his company in the kennels. wc: just a tidy 1.3k notes: so i know i said i wasn't going to write for mota until it was all said and done. but that one line in e6 made my brain start firing away and it wouldn't stop until i did this. i don't know if this is going to become a whole Thing but knowing me i wouldn't be surprised. anyways enjoy!!!! its also on ao3 if you prefer that

“We have all the sports and activities you can ask for. Tennis, bicycles, croquet, riding with hounds, the list goes on. Relaxation is the order of the day here.”

“Riding with hounds” sounded like the stupidest thing Anna Marie could imagine, but she could be grateful for the upside-down minds of the British if it meant the Flakhouse had a kennel. She could curl up here, among the snuffling noses and velvety ears of the dogs, and not think about Cora or Ruby or Vera or any of the girls on the Morning Ride. These dogs – foxhounds, the woman who brought her in had told her – weren’t the same as her hounds back home, but their eyes were sweet and they bayed the same once she got them riled up. Anna Marie couldn’t find it in her to dress up and trot along on a horse, but she had come to enjoy going through the woods on foot, trying to keep up with the pack of dogs let loose on the forest. Aside from the people who worked here, she was one of the only ones who came to visit the dogs. So when she came down one night and saw an unfamiliar man knelt down, petting Goose, she almost stopped in her tracks.

She could hear him talking quietly to the dog. “You are the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen, aren’t you?” His voice was soft and singsong-y, a universal tone for talking to pets. He scratched Goose behind one ear and Anna Marie felt her mouth curve up at the scene. It had been a long time since she’d had a reason to smile.

“Goose is sweet,” she finally managed to find her voice. The man jumped at the sound of her voice, spinning around to face her, surprisingly coordinated. Hardly a curl was out of place, despite her sneaking up on him and the late hour. His eyes were very blue in the low light. “He likes when you scratch him at the base of his tail.”

“I’m surprised he let me pet him at all. I’m not great with dogs.” He forced a laugh out, trying to stay casual. Anna Marie could see the shadows under his eyes. She’d bet he’d been sleeping about as much as her, which is to say, not at all.

“What are you doing down here, then?” She stepped carefully over the mass of sleepy hounds, heading for her favorite spot. She’d been here long enough that the dogs knew to leave her a space against the wall where she could prop herself up and bore herself to sleep with one of the doctor’s dense medical texts. Cora would have gotten a kick out of seeing her read through it.

Anna Marie boxed that thought up nice and neat and punted it to the back of her mind.

“Went out for a late night stroll, realized I never saw the kennels,” he turned to follow her progress across the room, looking amused at how she picked across the space. “You?”

She shrugged, pushing someone’s rump out of the way of her legs as she sat down. “I like it here. Reminds me of home.”

“Where are you from that you have this many dogs?” His eyebrows furrowed and he looked dubiously around the kennel.

“I don’t have quite this many, but we hunt with ‘em back home.” Anna Marie couldn’t bring herself to crack the textbook open now. She was surprised at how much she liked talking to this man, whoever he was.

“Man,” he rocked back on his heels. “The biggest dog we had back home was my aunt’s terrier. She used to terrorize the corner store, nipped at the owner’s ankles when he didn’t give her a treat.”

Anna Marie laughed. The sound was rusty, punching out from deep in her chest. It felt like something was coming unstuck inside her. She absently fidgeted with one of the dog’s ears, rubbing it between her fingers. The man shimmied over closer to her, finding an unoccupied spot between Goose and another dog. “I should introduce myself. Robert Rosenthal.” He stuck out his hand, waiting for her to shake.

She accepted. “Anna Marie McDowell.” His name was familiar, though she couldn’t place it at first. She kicked it to the same place as her other boxes, decided she’d worry about it at a later date. “What was your aunt’s dog named?”

“Rigatoni,” he replied, fidgeting with a spare leaf. Anna Marie laughed again, pushing her fist in her mouth to keep from startling the dogs. “He was shaped like a noodle, so the name stuck.” His smile was bright as he laughed along with her, even in the dim room.

“My favorite dog back home is named Sawyer,” she offered up, once her laughter had quit. “He snores like you wouldn’t believe.”

“Sounds like one of my crewmates,” he said. “I love him but, man does that sound keep me awake.”

“Must be nice to have your own room now, then,” she replied, then immediately tensed, worried she’d misstepped. They were both here because of tragedy – for all she knew, that crewmate was dead now, blown to bits up in the wide open sky.

He sighed, stretching out his legs and tilting his head. “To be honest, I kind of miss it.” His voice didn’t sound upset or angry. Looks like she’d dodged a bullet once again. Vera always said her lack of tact was going to get her in trouble one day, and she kind of liked this Robert Rosenthal. Or at least, she didn’t mind having his company in the kennels.

They were dancing around the topic now, the reasons both of them were here. Even Anna Marie wasn’t so bull-headed as to come right out and ask. If someone did that to her, she’d probably take a swing at them. She didn’t want to talk about her girls, she just wanted to go, to get back at it, up in the sky. She was meant to be up there; her fingers itched to adjust the dials, to keep the wings of her craft steady, to chat with Ruby about where she’d take them if she could. And instead she was stuck here, in some ridiculous dress-up fantasy house where they could all pretend nothing was wrong.

Her mother’s voice came to her now, drifting through her head: quit acting ugly, Anna Marie. Her mama was right, as always. She was being ungrateful, like a spoiled little kid. She should be basking in the sun, playing tennis with some handsome pilot or chatting about this-or-that with the other girls. But she was never one for small talk, and tennis was for rich people up north. An image came to her mind unbidden, her and Rosenthal in crisp white polos, laughing and gently batting their rackets back and forth. It was so out of character she couldn’t help but snort.

Rosenthal heard her, smiling softly when she caught his eye. “Do you spend time with the dogs during the day, too? I don’t think I’ve seen you around playing croquet.”

“I do. I usually let ‘em run through the woods, see if I can keep up.”

“Mind if I join you sometime? I’m sick to death of sitting around.” His expression seemed hesitant, like he was worried he’d overstepped some boundary. “I promise I won’t come dressed for fox hunting.”

“Sure,” she answered, leftover laughter still coloring her tone. He brought out a levity in her she hadn’t realized had been missing so long. “Come down one morning.”

“Alright,” he nodded, hauling himself up to his feet. Goose snuffled at the disturbance, before rolling over to take up the spot. “It was nice to meet you, Anna.”

“Anna Marie,” she corrected reflexively. Rosenthal gave a small wave and left, off to sleep or, more likely, explore another part of this endless home of leisure activity. Anna Marie finally opened the textbook to a section on the femur, falling asleep before she’d even gotten two paragraphs in.

#masters of the air #robert rosenthal #mota #mota oc #anna marie mcdowell #aleks.docx #im addicted to naming my ocs after counties in north carolina #theres 100 of em though so ive got plenty to work with

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hiimles · 5 months

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Fall at Lake Roberts

#photography #nikon #lake roberts #grant county #new mexico #hiimles

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hiimlesphotos · 2 months

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Peaceful Morning

#photography #nikon #landscape #lake roberts #grant county #new mexico #hiimles

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mvltisstuff · 1 year

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“quiet baby” - r.a

y/n pov (ew.)

the crowd of people at the cohens brushed past as i sipped my drink ryan made me. i said my greetings to the coopers and roberts and other family friends. i’d be lying if i said i wasn’t bored, and hot.

physically, it was in the high 90°s. but mentally, it was way more.

i looked over at ryan in his white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up. he had taken his jacket off through the night and he was gripping a glass while talking to seth. his hair had rid of the gel and returned to its normal soft swoops. his dark blue eyes stood out in the dim light on the back porch.

“why are you eyeballing him like he’s not already your boyfriend?” asked summer as she jumped up behind me. i rolled my eyes and walked away. i tried distracting myself by talking to other people, trying to influence them to kirsten’s fundraiser.

as i was speaking to a businessman about the details of the program, i felt an hand on my shoulder. he squeezed it and ran his hand down my upper arm. i turned my head and directed my eyes right into ryan’s.

“excuse me, may i just steal her for a second?” the man nodded saying, of course, and i walked away with ryan. he swiftly pulled me into the pool house, gripping onto my waist. his lips connected to mine and his hand traced the side of my neck. he moved my lightly curled hair out of the way and began giving light kisses to the side.

“you better make this quick, ry.”

“when have i ever had a problem with that?” he said and snickered at himself.

the feeling of his lips on mine was euphoric, the thoughts in my head flooding the section of my mind for him. my heartbeat sped up and thumped against my chest. our breathing started to synchronize together and my breaths feathered as we got closer.

i’d had enough of this heat and i needed more. i shoved him onto the bed, unbuttoning his shirt to reveal more of his body. i got on top of his crotch and started grinding myself up and down.

“y/n stop, please” ryan whined.

“sh sh sh…” i whispered. “don’t want anyone to hear, do you?”

he switched suddenly, and flipped us over so he was on top, he pulled the straps of my dress down off my shoulders and scrunched the dress down. my black, lace bra was visible under my emerald dress.

his hand traveled under us and started making it’s way up my dress until it reached my thong, matching with my bra. i let out a muffled moan and i watched ryan’s face perk up with pettiness as he pulled it to the side.

he scrunched up the rest of my dress and pulled it up to my hips. i started unbuttoning his dress pants and pulling them down. i rubbed my hand on his boxers and he let out deep moans against my chest. he left marks on my chest and started sucking on the skin near my breasts.

he pulled down my bra and started circling his tongue around my nipples. i let out a loud moan and he looked up at me.

“quiet, baby. i thought you didn’t want anyone to hear?”

“asshole. get a move on, then”

he laughed and moved himself up. i pulled his boxers down and his dick sprung out. he aligned himself with me and pushed himself in. we let out a deep moan at the same time and caught ourselves at the same time.

i started getting anxious about people finding out, but ryan soon calmed my nerves. “just relax, baby. let me make you feel good.”

“what if someo-“

“they won’t, babe, they’re all talking to the fucking business people.” his thrusts sped up and my mouth was frozen open. i wrapped my legs around his waist and clenched around him. “damn, that’s good baby.” he groaned out.

“ryan..”

“i know, y/n/n me too” his hand danced it’s way down to my clit and started rubbing harsh circles around it with his thick fingers. i started letting out quiet whimpers and he started to speed up again.

my orgasm was rushing up on me like a wave, ready to crash and ripple out. he gave a few more thrusts and pulled out. he continued rubbing my clit and pumping himself as we both came. his release was painted on my thighs as we both came down from the high. he crashed down next to me on the bed after i pulled my bra and dress up. he helped me clean up as he pulled me into another deep kiss.

“jesus christ i needed that.”

“thanks for saving me from that guy. i love kirsten but i was honestly just making shit up at that point.” we both giggled and he helped me fix my hair.

i buttoned his shirt back up and he tucked it in.

“normal?” he asked.

“you look good. me?”

“hot.” i smacked his shoulder and we walked out of the pool house, greeting more people. ryan walked over to sandy and seth who were observing (aka hardcore judging) the guests.

“fix your hair, you whore.” seth whispered to ryan.

“you dirty dirty children. should’ve never taken you in.” sandy said, taking another drink.

#the oc #ryan atwood #ryan atwood x reader #ryan atwood smut #seth cohen #summer roberts #the oc fanfic #the oc oneshot #marissa cooper #hbo max #2000s teen #orange county

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