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historicaltimes:

CCC Workers in Alaska with a restored pole in the likeness of Abraham Lincoln, 1939

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vampireadam Ask Abe:

"You've been a bad boy" ((But as Abe))

askhenrysturges:

itsanemptytomb:

askhenrysturges:

itsanemptytomb:

askhenrysturges:

askhenrysturges:

Henry started as he was suddenly pinned, his eyes flushing back and his fangs bared. But it appeared instantly as he smelt the man pinning him. He looked up to the other, brown and white returning from black. “Have I, now? And what, exactly, have I done?” His voice was a purr as his hands rested on the other’s arms.

The older vampire made a soft sound of need and want, his back arching beneath the kisses that scratch drawing a groan from him as he leaned into the touches. His head tilted up, neck bared for Abraham to play, granting him permission to do as he pleased, hands obediently staying above his head. “Abraham…” The name was said in a floated moan of delight.

This time he didn’t look to Henry when he heard his name, only smiled and continued to leave tiny scratches, the kind that healed almost as they were made, along Henry’s arms as he licked and kissed at Henry’s neck finally making his way up to those lips.

His intention was to string Henry along for as long as his Maker could bare the teasing heat. After all, he was suppose to be mad right now and stringing Henry out has seemed the best way to vent it when the idea had first come to him. Oh right. A low growl escaped him as he caught Henry’s lip in his teeth and nipped just a little too hard. 

He bit his own lip in return and gave his Maker a bloody kiss.

The vampire gasped softly into that kiss, the mixture of their blood pulling him into a near frenzy as he pressed hungrily and need only into that kiss.

He gave Henry his wanted bloody kiss, but still held Henry’s hands in place. Threading their fingers together to grip his hands tightly he shifted his weight at his hips to grind slowly against his Maker.

Henry gasped softly, more due to that grasp at his hands holding him down. The vampire looked up to Abraham with pleading eyes, though it didn’t last long as he squirmed and arched below the other as a shudder of pleasure rolled through him.

He grinned as he saw the look Henry gave him. Abraham kissed at him again, after several he eased his grip on Henry’s hands simply holding them for a moment and then let go. For a moment he seemed to have stopped as he repositioned himself and took the moment to whisper into an ear. “There are still such things as newspapers, you naughty boy, and nothing is as telling as when they stop arriving.”

But he had made Henry wait long enough. It would be cruel to pull him along any longer and he would have to pull tricks out that he would rather not. Once his feet were firmly on the ground he resumed the steady rhythms and his kisses. Though he was slipping down Henry’s body now, kissing at his neck and nipping lightly at his collarbone. He slid his hands down the length of Henry’s arms, his shoulders.

As he ran out of room he eased the grinding friction against his Maker, hands caressing his chest and tracing nerve endings. He slipped off Henry and quickly finding the belt with his teeth and worked it open, doing the same with the zipper.

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allthingslincoln:

usnatarchives:

Despite Hurricane Arthur, the weather was beautiful in Washington, DC as we celebrated the Fourth of July at the National Archives! The day started with the signing of the Declaration of Independence, followed by the Declaration of Independence Reading Ceremony on the steps of the National Archives. 

We kicked off the day with the first #ColonialSelfie featuring the Archivist of the United States, David S. Ferriero, Thomas Jefferson, Dr. Benjamin Franklin, Linda Watters from sponsor John Hancock USA, and other founding fathers. 

Wishing everyone a happy and safe Independence Day!

Happy Birthday!!!

Cool - even Hurricane Arthur yields to the party!

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Body found in couple yard said to be that of Charles Dickinson who Dueled Andrew Jackson


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vampireadam Ask Abe:

"You've been a bad boy" ((But as Abe))

askhenrysturges:

itsanemptytomb:

askhenrysturges:

askhenrysturges:

Henry started as he was suddenly pinned, his eyes flushing back and his fangs bared. But it appeared instantly as he smelt the man pinning him. He looked up to the other, brown and white returning from black. “Have I, now? And what, exactly, have I done?” His voice was a purr as his hands rested on the other’s arms.

The older vampire made a soft sound of need and want, his back arching beneath the kisses that scratch drawing a groan from him as he leaned into the touches. His head tilted up, neck bared for Abraham to play, granting him permission to do as he pleased, hands obediently staying above his head. “Abraham…” The name was said in a floated moan of delight.

This time he didn’t look to Henry when he heard his name, only smiled and continued to leave tiny scratches, the kind that healed almost as they were made, along Henry’s arms as he licked and kissed at Henry’s neck finally making his way up to those lips.

His intention was to string Henry along for as long as his Maker could bare the teasing heat. After all, he was suppose to be mad right now and stringing Henry out has seemed the best way to vent it when the idea had first come to him. Oh right. A low growl escaped him as he caught Henry’s lip in his teeth and nipped just a little too hard. 

He bit his own lip in return and gave his Maker a bloody kiss.

The vampire gasped softly into that kiss, the mixture of their blood pulling him into a near frenzy as he pressed hungrily and need only into that kiss.

He gave Henry his wanted bloody kiss, but still held Henry’s hands in place. Threading their fingers together to grip his hands tightly he shifted his weight at his hips to grind slowly against his Maker.

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vampireadam Ask Abe:

"You've been a bad boy" ((But as Abe))

askhenrysturges:

askhenrysturges:

Henry started as he was suddenly pinned, his eyes flushing back and his fangs bared. But it appeared instantly as he smelt the man pinning him. He looked up to the other, brown and white returning from black. “Have I, now? And what, exactly, have I done?” His voice was a purr as his hands rested on the other’s arms.

The older vampire made a soft sound of need and want, his back arching beneath the kisses that scratch drawing a groan from him as he leaned into the touches. His head tilted up, neck bared for Abraham to play, granting him permission to do as he pleased, hands obediently staying above his head. “Abraham…” The name was said in a floated moan of delight.

This time he didn’t look to Henry when he heard his name, only smiled and continued to leave tiny scratches, the kind that healed almost as they were made, along Henry’s arms as he licked and kissed at Henry’s neck finally making his way up to those lips.

His intention was to string Henry along for as long as his Maker could bare the teasing heat. After all, he was suppose to be mad right now and stringing Henry out has seemed the best way to vent it when the idea had first come to him. Oh right. A low growl escaped him as he caught Henry’s lip in his teeth and nipped just a little too hard. 

He bit his own lip in return and gave his Maker a bloody kiss.

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itsanemptytomb:

askhenrysturges:

"Like what? Salsa?" Henry teased with a grin.

Abraham laid his head against Henry for a moment and laughed.

"How about a waltz with a bit of a beat. We know that I can fight, so maybe we can work back from that?"

Henry laughed warmly a moment. “Dance fighting, I believe, is a real thing.” He informed bemusedly. “Alright, sure.”

Abraham took a step back so Henry could begin, or find a faster song. “Reverse engineering Dancing. Did you ever think we’d find something I am so utterly hopeless at?”

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miketalladen:

Lincoln Memorial - Washington, D.C. - January 2013

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retrocampaigns:

The May 26, 1860, edition of Harper’s Weekly, with a story on the new Republican Party presidential nominee, Abraham Lincoln.

The national convention had opened on May 16 in Chicago, a plus for the Illinois-raised Lincoln, but the frontrunner was William Seward of New York. Seward, however, had weakened his chances among moderate Republicans with his former antislavery radicalism. Lincoln’s less-adamant position—opposing only the extension of slavery into the territories—was viewed as giving him strength in the “battleground” states of the lower North, which the Republicans had lost in the 1856 election. There were 465 delegates packed into the Chicago convention hall. Seward won on the first two ballots, with Lincoln coming in second. On the third ballot, four Ohioans switched their votes to Lincoln, followed by a wild stampede of delegates for the “rail splitter.”

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midgerock:

"freedom" by midgerock


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jamisings:

That’s it. That’s my one and only contribution to this meme.

You’re welcome.


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allthingslincoln:

I thought it important to let you all know that Abraham Lincoln wore Bambi slippers!

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This little treasure can be viewed at the newest exhibit at President Lincoln’s Cottage in Washington, DC. Meetings at the Cottage were often impromptu and informal, and Lincoln was known to greet guests while wearing carpet slippers.

This original pair of Lincoln’s own slippers is on public display at President Lincoln’s Cottage from July 1, 2014 through November 30, 2014; the slippers are on loan from the Rutherford B. Hayes Presidential Center in Fremont, OH.

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vampireadam Ask Abe:

"You've been a bad boy" ((But as Abe))

askhenrysturges:

itsanemptytomb:

askhenrysturges:

askhenrysturges:

Henry started as he was suddenly pinned, his eyes flushing back and his fangs bared. But it appeared instantly as he smelt the man pinning him. He looked up to the other, brown and white returning from black. “Have I, now? And what, exactly, have I done?” His voice was a purr as his hands rested on the other’s arms.

Henry watched that claw cut through what Abraham would never know was his favorite shirt. A soft groan escaped him and he smirked up to him playfully.

Abraham couldn’t fight the break in character and had to slip for just a moment. “I forgot actually.”

He smiled down to Henry before straddling his Maker’s waist, taking care to runs his hands up Henry’s thighs, hip and ribs. His grip firm and he leaned over Henry to lick at his navel and leave a trail of kisses up his chest.

Henry moaned at the touches, arching into those kisses eagerly. “Ah—Abraham…” He moaned breathily, the words either going unheard or just ignored for the moment.

His blue eyes danced as Henry moaned. He glanced up to Henry for a moment before he cut a shallow scratch into Henry’s chest as he moved on to Henry’s rather delicious looking neck. With Henry’s hips braced under Abraham’s legs he ran his hands up Henry’s arms, grasping hands and pulling them above/behind Henry’s head as.

He kissed and licked at Henry’s neck dragging his teeth across his jugular with out endangering it.

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askhenrysturges:

"Like what? Salsa?" Henry teased with a grin.

Abraham laid his head against Henry for a moment and laughed.

"How about a waltz with a bit of a beat. We know that I can fight, so maybe we can work back from that?"

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vampireadam Ask Abe:

"You've been a bad boy" ((But as Abe))

askhenrysturges:

askhenrysturges:

Henry started as he was suddenly pinned, his eyes flushing back and his fangs bared. But it appeared instantly as he smelt the man pinning him. He looked up to the other, brown and white returning from black. “Have I, now? And what, exactly, have I done?” His voice was a purr as his hands rested on the other’s arms.

Henry watched that claw cut through what Abraham would never know was his favorite shirt. A soft groan escaped him and he smirked up to him playfully.

Abraham couldn’t fight the break in character and had to slip for just a moment. “I forgot actually.”

He smiled down to Henry before straddling his Maker’s waist, taking care to runs his hands up Henry’s thighs, hip and ribs. His grip firm and he leaned over Henry to lick at his navel and leave a trail of kisses up his chest.