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prairie-tales · 1 year

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'Independence Rock on the Mormon Trail'.

William Henry Jackson, ????

Independence Rock was/is a pioneer landmark along the Oregon Trail in Wyoming. Note Devil’s Gate in the background.

William Henry Jackson (1843 – 1942) was an American photographer, Civil War veteran, painter, and an explorer famous for his images of the American West.

#Mormon #Mormon Trail #William Henry Jackson #Independence Rock #art #Pioneers #Oregon Trail #Wyoming #Devil's Gate

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rabbitcruiser · 10 months

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Five hundred Mormons left Iowa City for the Mormon Trail on June 9, 1856.

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paranormalhousewife · 2 years

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Historically Haunted

I don’t know about you but growing up one of my favorite elementary school memories was when we were lead down to the computer lab to play Oregon Trail. While research haunted location in Wyoming, I was surprised to see a location that I remember from the game come across my list of places to look into. How many of y’all remember taking a rest at Fort Laramie in the game? Located in Goshen…

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josephsmutt · 8 months

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Mormon Jesus would've cruised in the temple washroom too

#transgender #mormon gothic #southern gothic #midwest gothic #southern aesthetic #midwest #southern alberta #calgary #cowboy gothic #trail cams #gay #art #deers #meat talk #jesus #momon jesus

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shedidntevenswear · 1 year

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As someone whose heritage and ancestry is very pioneer-heavy so I actually hear about/think about it more than the average person lol, I just love that Taylor talks about imagining being a pioneer woman during the Betty speech sometimes

#taylor you would love mormon youth trek lol #i wonder if part of this pandemic imagining was pulling up the og oregon trail to play

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youliveonavenueq · 4 months

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As a Canadian, I decided to portray the American States:

#canada #canadian #broadway musicals #musicals #america #american #humor #jokes #funny #south park #trail to oregon #mormon stuff #the book of mormon muscial #glee

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autotrails · 2 months

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American Auto Trail-San Rafael Desert (Hanksville to Interstate 70 UT)

American Auto Trail-San Rafael Desert (Hanksville to Interstate 70 UT) https://youtu.be/cxkXHGM7pLo This American auto trail connects the northern end of the Bicentennial Highway at Hanksville with I-70 through the San Rafael Desert on Utah Highway 24.

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#4K #american history #Auto trail #Dirty Devil #driving video #Emery County #Hanksville #john Wesley powell #mormon #road travel #San Rafael #slow travel #utah #Wayne County

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biglisbonnews · 1 year

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Ensign Peak in Salt Lake City, Utah On July 26, 1847, Brigham Young climbed this hill to survey the Salt Lake Valley. He had set out after claiming that a vision from God directed him to lead his people into the valley, so the hill has religious significance for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. On the day of his climb, Brigham Young remarked that the peak was a fitting place to "set up an ensign." The peak rises a little more than 1,000 feet above the valley floor, but it was high enough to survey the surrounding terrain and plan a future settlement. Today, the peak offers a scenic view of Salt Lake City. https://www.atlasobscura.com/places/ensign-peak

#mormons #hiking #mountains #trails #Atlas Obscura

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followjacobbarlow · 2 years

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"Citizens of Utah – We are Invaded by a Hostile Force!"

“Citizens of Utah – We are Invaded by a Hostile Force!”

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#Historic Markers #Mormon Pioneer National Historic Trail #utah

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symbiomancy · 3 months

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video game —ryōmen sukuna

—summary: Sukuna can play his video games if you're sitting on his cock, you're not that distracting.

—cw: f!reader, stepcest, cockwarming, their reasoning as to why cockwarming ≠ sex is questionable / ao3 ver

—wc: 1, 4k

You lean over the back of the couch, wrapping your arms around Sukuna’s shoulders. He doesn’t even look your way, his eyes glued to his video game on the living room TV screen. His fingers tap the buttons of the controller swiftly and his character moves around on the TV screen. “So,” you begin with a drawl, mouth next to his ear, “we’re home alone and I’m bored.”

“So?”

You roll your eyes and pull away, rounding the couch to stand in front of the TV, hands on your hips. Sukuna frowns, leans to the right to look past you. You lean, too.

“I’m just saying, you’re here, I’m here, I’m also horny; you could just be in me and play your little game.”

Sukuna pauses his game and leans back on the couch, drapes one arm along the backrest. He lets his eyes trail down your body, from the tight shirt — no bra, again, you’re killing him here — to the already short skirt hiked way up. It wouldn’t leave much to the imagination if you bent over. The thought makes his pants tighten.

“How generous of you.”

“And — and, it’s not even sex; Mormons or someone have a technicality where it’s not premarital sex if you do cockwarming and get someone to jump on the bed to create friction. They also have a loophole about anal but that’s not important right now.”

“Right now?” He raises a brow. You nod. He tucks that knowledge away into the crevices of his mind. “And are you Mormon? Because I don’t see how what you said correlates to this.” He motions between you with the sweep of his finger.

“Yes, it correlates, okay?” You step forward and lean in, hands on his thighs, open cleavage right in his face. Sukuna soaks the sight in, the plush flesh and the perked nipples, swallowing around the tightness in his throat. “As long as you don’t actually move in me, it’s fine, it’s not the actual action of sex. You can do that for me, right?” You lean forward until your lips brush his and press a chaste kiss against his lips. He parts them to reciprocate, the game controller forgotten next to him on the couch, hands now on your body, tugging you toward him. “Sounds nice, right?” You mumble against his mouth.

“You’re very convincing, baby,” he says, pulling back just enough but still lingering in your personal space.

You tug the hem of his boxers down and his half-hard cock springs, up, resting against his abdomen. Beads of precum are gathered at the tip and you swipe a finger over the slit and drag it along the thick vein on the side of his shaft. Sukuna inhales slowly and exhales, long and heavy. His breath fans your lips.

“So?”

“Yeah, sure.” It doesn’t come out as aloof as he would’ve liked it to — there’s a soft lilt in his voice, instead, the curve of his lips curled up. You’re going to be the death of his reputation, if not the entirety of his being.

You stand with your knees on either side of his thighs and pull your underwear to the side. Sukuna hikes up your skirt with one hand and makes a sound of pure contentedness in the back of his throat at the sight of your pretty pussy, his other hand fisting his cock. What he wouldn’t do to ruin it, to have it dripping with his cum, gathering it up with his fingers to force it back in. You could take it, could take everything he has to offer. If he had the time, he’s sure he could spend hours watching it slowly dribble out only to fuck it back into you. He gives his cock a quick stroke, then another, painfully hard at the idea of ruining your pretty pussy with his cum, and adjusts himself so he’s lined up with you.

The tip drags across your folds and your breath hitches in your throat. You want to avert your eyes from him, look at where the tip of his cock is pressing against your entrance, but he’s too enticing, eyes half-lidded, lips parted and glossy from spit. He pushes in, eyes snapping up to meet yours, hands on your hips to slowly bring you down. Your mouth drops open, nails digging into his shoulders — the stretch is slow and aching and so divine you feel tears prickling your eyes but you don’t look away from him. It sends a flashfire rolling under your skin, clenching around his tip. Fingers — your own fingers, even — work well enough but having someone inside you, someone whose movements you can’t control, someone this thick—

Sukuna pauses with a swear tumbling from his lips, large warm hands on your hips to keep you at half-mast on his cock.

“No, no, no — keep going, keep going.”

“Just… give me a sec.” He closes his eyes and lets his head tip back and breathes in slowly, holds it for a moment, then exhales. His hands squeeze your hips. He doesn’t look at you again, but slowly, excruciatingly slowly pulls you down. His cock drags against your walls so sweetly until he’s buried to the hilt.

The air stands still, your breath caught in your throat. All at once, you both exhale, heavy and drawn-out, adjusting. You’re so warm around him, hugging him so tightly he might blow his load into you any minute. He doesn’t think he could hold himself back from jumping you like a dog in heat, fucking his cum back into you again and again and again. He has the stamina. Sukuna takes a deep breath to level himself, picks up the discarded game controller, and wraps his arms around your waist, unpausing his game.

You dare a glance to where your bodies are conjoined and snap your gaze up immediately, heat rushing to your cheeks. Slowly, you let your body tip forward until you’re chest to chest, your chin on his shoulder.

The tiled kitchen backsplash provides a distorted but somewhat coherent reflection of the TV screen. His character moves around, leaps, shoots. It’s a lot to keep track of. Fatigue from the summer heat weighs down your shoulders and you stifle a yawn.

Other than the sounds from Sukuna’s game and the hum of the fridge, the house is quiet.

Your drooping eyes follow the action on the TV. You can make out figures walking around but that’s about it.

“Somebody on your left.”

Sukuna’s avatar turns right and promptly dies.

He smacks a hand against your ass and you yelp, press forward and he’s so much deeper, tip nudging your cervix. It drives the air from your lungs, a broken moan chasing it. Maybe he’d be willing to stay this way forever; if you ask nicely enough. “Your left,” he says. But his hand doesn’t leave. Instead, it massages the spot it made contact with. You take a deep breath, heart thrumming against your sternum, and press a kiss against the side of his neck. He smells good, a pleasant mixture of shampoo and cologne.

“Could you ever find it in your big, big heart to forgive me?” You clench around him for emphasis and Sukuna groans. You almost, almost want to sit up and sink down on him, just to hear that sound again. But that wasn’t in the deal. So, you change the subject. “Why are you wearing cologne at home?”

“I have plans.”

“Nobody wears cologne to hang out with the guys.” You trace mindless patterns on his back, feeling the grooves of the vertebrae of his spine underneath your fingertips. “Do I know this girl you’re meeting with?”

“No.”

A low hum leaves your parted lips and you don’t bother to push the topic. It’s not worth it, whoever she is; it’s not worth it. This right here, right now is just the two of you. She doesn't matter. You rest your cheek against his shoulder, the tip of your nose grazing his neck, breath ghosting over his collarbones with every exhale, and let your eyes slip closed, giving into the summer heat and the fire simmering under your skin. “Wake me up when you have to leave.”

Sukuna responds with a non-committal hum and turns down the volume on his game.

And if his date texts him to ask if he's still up for their outing, maybe he asks her for a raincheck.

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#jjk x reader #sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jjk smut #stepcest

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prairie-tales · 1 year

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Depiction of Devil’s Gate, near Independence Rock on the Oregon/Mormon Trail.

William Henry Jackson, ????

#William Henry Jackson #art #Mormon Trail #Independence Rock #Devil's Gate #Oregon Trail #Wyoming #Pioneers

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rabbitcruiser · 2 years

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Five hundred Mormons left Iowa City for the Mormon Trail on June 9, 1856.

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sybbi · 2 years

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My AC has been shoddy. My dad ripped the washing machine valve out so I'm living the next week until I move out w/o running water. There's a heat wave this week. Gas prices are at an all time national high as I'm about to drive a Uhaul across the country to an apartment I had to get in the middle of a housing bubble. I s2g if one more thing goes wrong I'm gonna walk into the woods/desert depending on where I am and y'all will never hear from me again.

#i s2g I'm paranoid we're gonna break down in the middle of the great plains and I'm gonna have to Oregon Trail my shit to the west coast #catch me with a team of oxen while sitting on the hood of a uhaul #all my belongings melting in the back #my parents who wanted to help get me out there died of dysentery nine miles back stranger #if you got any supplies i could take afore i start to cross thru mormon country i'd be much obliged #or I'll march my ass back to appalachia and find a nice cave #bc I'm done. I'm done. I'm at my limit.

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josephsmutt · 8 months

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my collection of trail cam pics <3

#trail cameras #hunters #southern gothic #hunting aesthetic #hunting and fishing #mormon gothic #southern alberta #southern alberta aesthetic #southern aesthetic

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vivalacola · 6 months

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Looking for theatre friends

Hi, my name's Aron. I've been a musical nerd/theatre kid for as long as I can remember if I'm being honest. I remember how big the fandom was in 2018, but I haven't really interacted with anyone since then. So we're gonna try to change that! My favorite musicals are: - Spies Are Forever - In Trousers - Falsettos (I have a preference for the original 1992 musical, but I like the 2016 revival as well. The Marvin Trilogy is my favorite ever) - Something Rotten - Next To Normal - Rocky Horror - Ride The Cyclone Other musicals I enjoy are: - A New Brain - The 25th Annual Putnam Spelling Bee - The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals - Holy Musical B@man! - Avenue Q - Six - The Book of Mormon - Beetlejuice - School of Rock - Bare: A Pop Opera - Phantom of The Opera - Heathers - Little Shop of Horrors - Hairspray - Legally Blonde - Waitress - Bring It On - Firebringer - Trail to Oregon - Jekyll & Hyde - Bonnie and Clyde

And many more! My musical playlist is over 24 hours. I'm currently trying to get into Anastasia, Hadestown, Eurydice, and The Lightning Thief. I'm re-watching Starkid shows right now, especially since Nerdy Prudes Must Die just came out.

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goosemixtapes · 7 months

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max's favorite short stories & articles!

to be updated as i read new things! "articles" could be anything from political points to philosophical musings to fascinating stories. obligatory statement that i don't necessarily agree with everything in every one of these stories/articles, but i think about them a lot and want to share :)

short stories

Avi Cantor Has Six Months To Live by Sacha Lamb (@kuttithevangu) (novella) (so says the writing on the bathroom mirror. of gender & judaism & magic and t4t trans guys. cw for suicidal ideation and bullying)

Epistolary by Sascha Lamb ("The [stuffed] frog you are selling on your blog is MINE and he is NOT HAUNTED and his name is MOSHE not BILLY HOPPER.")

Chokechain by Andrew Joseph White (a trans man discovers his parents have replaced him with a robot version of his pretransition self. cw for transphobia and violence)

Sandrine by Alexandra Munck (the tagline for this one is "I dated a sun god in college" but that doesn't do justice to the sheer concept here please read this)

The Traveler Wife by yves. @yvesdot (an astronaut writes to the wife she left back home)

You Wouldn't Have Known About Me by Calvin Gimpelevich (set in a hospital ward where patients are recovering from gender-confirming surgery)

No Flight Without the Shatter by Brooke Bolander (novella) ("After the world’s end, the last young human learns a final lesson from Earth’s remaining animals." cw for climate change/extinction)

And You Shall Know Her By The Trail Of Dead by Brooke Bolander (what if you had to death-match-fight a virtual version of yourself at your meanest made by your boyfriend whose life you're trying to save would that be fucked up or what. cws for guns and violence)

Hell is the Absence of God by Ted Chiang (stories that clock you in the fucking teeth in the religious trauma.)

A Serpent for Each Year by Tamara Jerée (microfiction) ("Our relationship is almost a year old when I ask Nal why she is covered in snakes." cw for animal death)

The Front Line by W.C. Dunlap (microfiction) (cited as one of the world's finest attention-grabber openings. cws for police brutality, racism, and SA)

Welcome to Your Authentic Indian Experience by Rebecca Roanhorse (step into the simulation and gain an authentic experience! cws for anti-Native racism and alcohol)

articles & essays

Lockhart's Lament (on how math is taught in schools. that is, badly. one of the most cathartic essays i've ever read on education)

Against Cop Shit by Jeffrey Moro (on adversarial education)

I Am A Transwoman. I Am In The Closet. I Am Not Coming Out. by Jennifer Coates (do you have to be out to be a woman? cw for transphobia, homophobia, and eating disorders)

Debunking "Trans Women Are Not Women" Arguments by Julia Serano (comprehensive, well-written, good to have as a reference point)

On Liking Women by Andrea Long Chu (and on the politics of desire)

Turning a Unicorn Into a Bat by Josh and Lolly Weed (on Mormonism, love, and whether a gay man and a straight woman can marry happily. cw for homophobia)

Laziness Does Not Exist by Devon Price (musings on motivation from a social psychologist and professor)

How Millennials Became the Burnout Generation by Anne Helen Peterson (how come everything happens so much?)

White Women Drive Me Crazy by Aisha Mirza (on the harm caused by white women. cw for racism)

Everything You Know About Obesity Is Wrong by Michael Hobbes (should be required reading for everyone at this point. cw for fatphobia and eating disorders)

Becoming Anne Frank by Dara Horn (on the cultural fascination with Anne Frank. cw for antisemitism)

The Ecstasy of Influence by Jonathan Lethem ([on/a] plagiarism)

On the Ethics of Boinking Animal People by Patricia Taxxon (video essay) (ostensibly what the title says, but actually a detailed musing on the essential properties of furry media and the freedom of dehumanization; changed my life a bit)

#max.txt #yayayayayay :)#i've decided i'm going to start doing the 'what i read this month' thing #so this is like #my base to come backt o and update when i find new favorites #readings

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