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#The day you begin
elleventures · 1 year
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As we continue to celebrate Black history month, this week I would like to share another one of my favorite picture book written by a brilliant black author. The book I would like to discuss this week is The Day You Begin by Jacqueline Woodson.
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The Day You Begin • {Jacqueline Woodson | 2018}
The Day You Begin is a 32-page picture book written by Jacqueline Woodson. The picture book was published in 2018, and it is a number one New York Times bestseller for young children between the ages of 5 - 8 years old.
The Day You Begin tells the story of celebrating everyone's diversity within the classroom; each person comes from a different background and experiences, in which everyone can learn from each other by sharing their stories. This is illustrated in the picture book when the readers meet Angelina for the first to share her story about her summer vacation.
After reading this picture book, the book tells a powerful message as it touches on essential themes like self-esteem, inclusiveness, embracing our differences and similarities, positive friendships, and celebrating diversity, identity, and culture. For the most part, Woodson makes it a mission to remind us we are all different in our own way, making us feel like an outsider at times — whether it is our race, cultural differences, appearances, what we eat, our actions — but once we have the courage to share our personal stories and experiences to others, it gives them the opportunity to learn and appreciate our differences and accepting us for who we are.
Lastly, the picture book is beautifully illustrated by Rafael Lopez. The book was presented with the use of various mediums to reinforce Woodson's story. Rafael used many traditional mediums like watercolor, pencil, acrylics, and wood to create texture and uniqueness to the character's story. The illustrator also uses a lot of rich, bright, vibrant colors to capture the overall meaning and message of the story.
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selfhealingmoments · 1 year
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egophiliac · 2 months
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(almost) four years in, and I finally had time to draw something for the anniversary! woo! 🎉🎉🎉
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superbeans89 · 2 months
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obsob · 7 months
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the accolade ( the...the cat-olade...)
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uncanny-tranny · 2 months
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I recall saying this before, but it bears repeating:
There could be a billion trans people in the world and it still wouldn't be a bad thing because being trans is not a bad thing. Even if the rate of people discovering they are trans is "disproportionate" to trends from decades ago, that is not a bad thing. In fact, it's a natural consequence for there being more trans people being able to stay alive, and, overall, being able to live in a slightly more tolerant world. You'd only see that as a bad thing if you actively didn't want trans people to either live or live a life that facilitates wellness.
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God, the intimacy of Astarion feeding from you.
Astarion drinking from your neck as he pulls your body closer to his in bed, his chest up against your back, his arms wrapped around your waist. It's a casual thing, now, his whispered can I? and your answering nod, as much a part of your bedtime routine as your bath or his curl care. You sigh as his fangs pierce your skin and his fingers flex against your stomach. His breath hitches when the taste of you hits his tongue, and that's familiar too, the physicality of it, the noises he makes low in his throat as he drinks, the way he grows warmer against you as your blood begins to flow through his veins. Nothing else makes you feel so heady, so intoxicated- so comforted.
Astarion drinking from your wrist when he’s starving for it and can’t wait to get you more comfortable. Pulling him into an alleyway one night on the way home from the Elfsong because you can see how badly he's craving in the way he can't keep his eyes off of the pulse point in your neck. He seizes your arm with both hands (can I? Yes-), bringing the soft skin on the inside of your wrist to his lips. He has just enough presence of mind to kiss the heel of your hand distractedly before he bites, fangs sliding through your skin and into the vein. The sound he makes can only be described as a growl, something feral and possessive (and you'll never tell him that it turns you on, since he would be insufferable about it- a promise to yourself that lasts exactly as long as the space between the moment and the next time you're tipsy and want him).
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Astarion drinking from your inner thigh, one hand holding your leg steady and the other cupping your cunt. You groan, eyes shut in pleasure, as his thumb comes to rub your clit. The pain of the bite is barely pain this way- it collides with the pleasure in your belly and sends you almost out of your mind, overwhelmed with sensation and heat. He takes you all the way there, takes just enough from you to have you relaxed and pliant and soaring somewhere above your own body, plays you like an instrument with all the knowledge of you he's gathered over the months, the years. He knows when you're close, knows to crook his fingers inside you just so, knows the reaction he's going to get when he pulls away from your thigh for just a moment and looks up at you with dark eyes and tells you to come for him, he wants to see it, you fall apart so beautifully and it's all for him, isn't it, tell him how good he makes you feel and when you climax with his voice in your ear and the scent of blood on the air he has the audacity to laugh at how well he understands you, your body.
He's soft, after, softer than he'll ever be with anyone who isn't you. He licks you clean before he takes you to the bath, carrying you with the strength your lifeblood gives him. It's the least he can do for you, with everything you've given him: not just your body, but your trust, your closeness, and he will never stop being grateful.
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feluart · 15 days
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I just need him to be happy thank you
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tubbytarchia · 3 months
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I don't know what this is all I know is that LimL Joel makes me really emotional
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gwentbleidd · 11 months
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still my favorite thing about all this is that joey batey really woke up one day, said 'hell yeah queer jaskier' and made thousands of people SO mad
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palletical · 4 months
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Cheesy doodles from the discord. I needed a pallet cleanse after @gaycrittercentral destroyed everyone in their vicinity with angst.
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juniemunie · 2 months
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This post wouldn't leave my mind.
Error and Ink meeting before they completely become themselves is so....
ლ(ಥ益ಥლ) HHHHHHH
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wizardsimper · 5 months
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I keep thinking about how almost all of Gale's scenes involve him holding the players hand in some way; pulling him out of the portal, holding the players hand to his chest when he reveals the truth about his orb, imagining holding his hand for his act1 romance scene, him caressing the players hand during the astral scene in act 2, and him holding the players hand in his act 3 astral boat scene.
If anything it shows just how much he values the players touch, something that maybe never happened much with Mystra (simple acts of intimacy, even as innocent as holding hands).
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enigmajaython · 1 year
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I'm seething at the untapped potential of the Lilith And Hunter dynamic, imagine going to see your sister and seeing that your former colleague/rival is sleeping on her couch in the ugliest shirt you've ever seen, he looks like he hasn't slept in 4 days (normal) and has also been crying (not as normal) and then your sister tells you he's wanted for treason and he is now your new nephew, you suddenly remember the time you tried to trip this kid down a flight of stairs and tore up his Limited Edition Emperors Coven Poster when he asked you to sign it, and by the look on his face he ALSO remembers and he doesn't plan to forget OR forgive your transgressions
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pbpsbff · 4 months
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i like the idea of peter functioning like a service dog on accident because of his senses like. him and tony are just chilling one day and all of a sudden he's like wtf r u ok??? and tony is like ???? and then it turns out he's having a heart attack
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visionsofmagic · 8 months
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day 1: gojo satoru [filming]
࿓ synopsis • before going on a mission, gojo decides to record you while being fucked by him to watch it later.
―❦ nsfw, young!gojo, licking, cum eating, fingering, amateur porn (kinda), harsh, pure strength, pet names, obedient!reader, f!reader, overstimulation • 1.3k • enjoy the beginning of the unholy month! [kinktober m.]
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“cmon pretty face, look at the camera,” gojo says behind you, kneeling down to reach your chin with his big hand, grabbing it, and showing your face right towards the camera positioned on the head of the bed you’re currently on. “yeah - fuuuuck, like that, don’t take your eyes from it, I want to look at how tears runnin’ on your face when I watch it later.”
finishing playing with your folds with his fingers, he earns another climax from you. chuckling, without saying anything he turns your face around, making you look at how he licks his own fingers covered with your cum.
the sight gives you fireworks, the stomach twists in excitement, and pussy cliches around nothing, wanting to take him.
gojo rise an eyebrow as he sees the way you look at his shining lips and your cum on his tongue and fingers. “oh - you want some?” without waiting for an answer from you, his fingers find your inner thighs, caressing them with his fingers once again.
he kneels down until his face is at the same level as your face. blue orbs reflection of heaven on earth stays too close to allow you to focus on anything but him, so, when his tongue enters your mouth, you moan his name as you taste your own cum on your tongue, flowing from his hot one to yours.
he doesn’t stay long but he makes sure you taste yourself on his tongue. getting back, his fingers open your folds, and positioning himself, he shows the camera for you to look at.
obeying, you look at the camera, shyness and feeling a bit whore like make you turn on the moment you see the reflection of you on the screen turned to you - oh how gojo went to the shopping center and pick the one which would allow you to see yourself in it while recording. the audacity of this man!
“oh yeah, I definitely chose the right one pretty! right?” he asks, smirking down at your face before his eyes travel to your back and find your ass cheeks from there, eyes finally stop at the sight of his long cock staying right behind your pussy hole. “fuck!” he swears, a hand finds your hair, pull it up as your face stays at the same level with the camera’s focus. “don’t you fucking dare to move your face no more, I want to watch every bit of it when you take all of my cock until I break that brain of yours into hundred pieces whore.”
it's always has been hard to endure his desires, and replying them with obedience, especially in these kinds of moments in which gojo likes to see you as a fuck toy instead of his dearest lover since he has a habit of doing everything at the highest level, not at a normal rate - and that makes you nod, your own taste still can be felt ghost on your tongue, tears still dropping on your cheeks, waiting for his dick to enter your already abused pussy.
not wasting any seconds further, gojo shoves himself into you, not too harsh, not too gentle but surely enough to make you scream his name as your eyes close full shut the moment he goes out and in with another impactful thrust - and you swear he chuckles so deeply that the images of himself watching this moment over and over again only to see how he makes your mind go dizzy, knees get weak, forgetting about you are being filmed from the beginning to the end - and it's all just because how he fucks you, "shiiit pretty, what a show for me!" he smiles widely, hands grip the waist from right and left sides. thrusting into your aching pussy with an unstable rhythm while adjusting his position, holding your ass up, and pulling you until his tip slowly enters and you reach the end of his cock - deeper than ever, he takes a glance at the camera to see which expression you have on.
while you feel his balls hitting your ass cheeks, his hands begin to grip the skin under his hold, your waist, with such force that he shows how your weight is nothing compared to his pure strength - proving it by not moving his hips, instead, he uses your own body, pushing and pulling it towards him. sounds you make - moans, screams, cries, swears on gojo's lips, sweats flowing both of your bodies into one another - only you can make him sweat, pure hitting sounds you create - produce a pornographic air you melt into by feeling shy and hot at the same time because it's always like this with gojo, isn't it? - being both his precious lover and own whore.
he grabs your neck with his right hand, and shoves your face into the pillow under you, saying, "pay attention to me my pretty slut," he takes the camera, holding it in his right hand, he first records your face turned to him and you can only look at the black lens of the camera while taking deep breaths. "fuuck! look at you! are you already cryin'? is it too much? is my dick too much to handle?"
he asks as if he cares but in the end, he doesn't. the proof comes suddenly when he begins to film your ass, the way his cock enters your pussy comes into the screen and gojo loses himself once again, slapping your ass, "'toru!"
"scream my name mor - agggh, 'is so good, so fucking good!" he holds one of your ass cheeks the moment you look back at him and see him with all his glory; shining eyes focused on the camera and the sight it captures - what a shame you wouldn't be able to watch it until he comes back again. "look at the mess you're making," he looks up at your face as he continues to fuck you into oblivion - your brain is long gone and he understands - oh he understands it damn well that he beings to mock you as he higher the camera's lens up until your face is visible on it - the face of a brainless pretty girl because of only his cock inside your warm walls. "she even doesn't know she cums right now - for the fourth time already!"
then, you feel the wetness coming out of your pussy into your inner thighs, flowing on his cock and dripping into the bedsheets from there.
closing your eyes because of pure shame, your senses rise up, providing you to receive each pleasure mixed with pain and he didn't even cum yet!
understanding the meaning of your actions when you rise the ass up, allowing him to go deeper - further - harder, saying his name over and over again, "satoru! agghh, 'toru -" he leaves a chuckle, would sound like a melody to the ears if it wasn't so devilish. kneeling down at your level, his bare chest touching your exposed back completely, he cages you in his arms as he puts down the camera on the pillow right beside you. his cock now is deep inside of you and it takes the last breaths away from you. you feel so full that you believe if you move an inch, it will end with such pain mixed with pleasure this time.
looking at you through the camera's reflection, one of gojo's palms find your abdomen, pushing it so that he can feel the curves of his cock through your skin while the free one holds you from the chin. cheek to cheek, he makes you look at his reflection - right into his piercing eyes shining with sparkles of joy, lust, and passion, he smiles widely, displaying thirty-two teeth, "don't you think about it. I will cum the moment you have nothing left," he kisses your cheeks - a love act which feels much more like mocking, "I can't let it go waste, can I, my pretty doll?"
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❦ tagging: @lilvampirina !
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