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makingcontact · 3 months
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Tulsa's Black History Saturday School
Ribbon cutting at Tulsa’s EduRec Youth Center for Black History Saturdays. Credit: Black History Saturdays 2021 marked the centennial of the Tulsa Race Massacre – a horrific attack white people waged against Greenwood, a once prosperous Black neighborhood in north Tulsa, Oklahoma. Also in 2021, state legislators passed a law that limits how race is discussed in classrooms.  Tulsa activists say HB…
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vintage-tigre · 5 months
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canisalbus · 5 months
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Just want to say that you’re genuinely one of my favourite artists. Would decorate my home framed images of your work and walk around looking at them like I was in a posh gallery with a fine wine.
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erevast · 9 months
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Reblog to shove a photo of your blorbo in someone's face like an overly proud parent in a grocery store checkout line
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julykings · 8 months
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rainy day
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m4rs-ex3 · 11 months
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wilhelm he has been there ALL NIGHT
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foxspritez · 6 months
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wips for now bc halloweekend took me out
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elonomhblog · 26 days
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hello, loves
good morning! happy saturday! i have a coffee and some coffee-flavoured oatmeal by my side this morning as i write this post. usually, i only have a drink, but i woke up earlier this morning and so naturally, i was hungrier earlier.
i've been racking my mind on how to come up with good content to post when i return to school and honestly, i considered going on a break until next holidays. luckily, i didn't stick to that idea. i'm going to be sticking to a posting schedule (still daily queued posts), but i'm only going to be posting larger posts on monday, wednesday, saturday.
this change is because i didn't get the grades i'd hoped for last term, so i need to focus more on school than the blog. the food blog will still be running wednesday, saturday posts.
fortnightly, i'm going to be releasing an issue of 'the elonomh times', which will be a cute digital magazine that will include the fortnights (and bonus) posts and learning. at the end of each issue, there will be some journal prompts and activities!
anyways, back to today. this morning i woke up and stretched for half an hour. i'm definitely grateful that i have stretching routines from previous sports because it allows me to be effective without using my laptop so early in the morning (e.g for a youtube follow along).
i haven't been doing proper training this week, since i'm on my period and honestly,, it's worse than usual (the period part). i have been going on long walks in the evening to make up for the lack of training, though.
today i'm going to smash out all of my to-do for today and tomorrow, to give me a chance tomorrow to rest (even though i have to go to work).
here's a little list: ☐ meal prep for the school week ☐ finish ALL holiday homework - maths homework q's - physics homework q's ☐ go for a walk ☐ message charlie (a friend i haven't spoken to in a while) ☐ vacuum bedroom ☐ change bedsheets ☐ spanish daily study
i hope you all have an amazing day!
❤️joanne
(images are from pinterest)
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outlawssweetheart · 2 months
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I miss them, and I need them to fuck nasty again.
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hcnnibal · 6 days
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i can't put my finger on exactly why, but from a lot of the things you've confirmed about them, a1 and a2 remind me very much of some people i went to school with growing up who were raised in extremely restrictive, hyper-religious families that in a couple cases bordered on doomsday cults (to this day i have no idea why those kids' parents had them in public school and not in like, a church basement somewhere)
thats…. probably the vati coming through actually…
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theloveinc · 2 years
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(warning: gn, pick your own relationship context, mild dubcon, voyeurism ig, you say “jesus”)
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Dabi absolutely does not give any fucks if, and when (because there most definitely is a when), you catch him jacking off. 
You enter your room because you’re meaning to grab a hairbrush; fling the door open because of course you do, not hesitating to strut right in after that because, of course, why would you? 
You think nothing of the process. Even less, if possible, of the man laying on your bed, because there is usually a man in your bed (the same one), both ignoring you and consuming you at the very same time. It is normal by now to find him buried in your space, often entertained alone though more delighted when bothering you... and today, you think, will be no exception. 
He starts by greeting you, saying “hey” with a rasp that slices through his words quite cleanly. 
You glance, catching sight of his cheeks and forehead, what little of the skin left there that is unscarred and tan, now tinged dark and damp with the thinnest brushings of sweat. Further down, you find that his legs lay bare, spread, and—
“Oh my god, Touya,” you hiss, immediately shielding your face from the sight of even more proudly splayed thighs, half-covered with a sheet you only wish you could be thankful for if it weren’t drawing attention to a steady, stroking motion right where you know his cock usually hangs. “Jesus, have some shame.” 
The fingers over your eyes helps, but they don’t cover everything as you still catch his grin stretching like that of a cat’s, the movement of his hand not ceasing for even a second... nor silencing. 
“Don’t mind me, hon,” he rasps again, watching through lazy blinks as you try to resume your journey, now slow and stumbling, to the pile of hair care items on your side of the dresser. 
“I’ll mind you when you’re dead.”
“Yeah,” he groans, and though you can’t exactly see the expression he makes, you can hear the shift of his body, the whap! of his phone falling onto the mattress, and the slap of his hand against his loins, the sounds getting tighter, steadier, faster. “Say that again for me, quick, baby, will ya?” 
And you throw the hairbrush right at him. 
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“What were you even looking at earlier?” you ask later. “Better’ve been worth soiling my blankets for.”
“You.”
“No, on your phone,” you clamber into bed finally, ignoring the wadded up tissues by his pillow and the way he immediately dips a hand into the back of your underwear when you fall beside him. 
“You,” he says again, that evil grin returning. “Took a pic of your ass in those—”
“Touya!” 
And he erupts in laughter. 
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itspileofgoodthings · 18 days
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my life has changed since I learned how to play Bach’s Invention No. 13 from memory on the piano
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sunkly · 18 days
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emily-mooon · 8 months
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Nothing to see here, just a 1960s Jancy sketch.
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birdinabowl · 25 days
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Trans masc Steven save me, trans masc Steven, save me trans masc Steven
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insomniphic · 9 months
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HERE’S OUR WEEKLY SPECIAL
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RUM & RAISIN, NOW AVAILABLE ON THE MENU!!!
( @minamariq’s Narrator and design!)
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