#The abcs of black history

[covergirlnay]

Video credit: @thewokemama

If you want to ban uplifting stories with people of color, just say that. Based on this list, my office library is in complete violation. 🤷🏾‍♀️😂 Oh well. All of my students love the books that I share with them. Especially the ones that they do not normally get to see. 🤓📚

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Betty Boop is an animated cartoon character designed by Grim Natwick at the request of Max Fleischer. She originally appeared in the Talkartoon and Betty Boop film series, which were produced by Fleischer Studios and released by Paramount Pictures. She was featured in 90 theatrical cartoons between 1930 and 1939. She has also been featured in comic strips and mass merchandising.

A caricature of a Jazz Age flapper, Betty Boop was described in a 1934 court case as "combin[ing] in appearance the childish with the sophisticated—a large round baby face with big eyes and a nose like a button, framed in a somewhat careful coiffure, with a very small body of which perhaps the leading characteristic is the most self-confident little bust imaginable". Although she was toned down in the mid-1930s as a result of the Hays Code to appear more demure, she became one of the world's best-known and most popular cartoon characters.

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[khaledabosamak]

🇵🇸 Very important‼️

Please don’t skip🙏🏻

I am Khaled, I live in Gaza

I am writing to you while living in harsh conditions as a result of the war that has destroyed my life and the life of my family. We have lost everything: our future, our security, and even our dreams. Today, I find myself unable to meet my most basic needs and the needs of those I support.

For this reason, I have reached out with a heavy heart, asking for your support and assistance in any way I can, whether material or moral. Any contribution, however small, means a lot to us.

I trust your humanity and generosity, and I know that goodness still exists in people's hearts. I ask God to make what you offer in the balance of your good deeds, and to relieve your distress as you seek to relieve mine.

May you be well, and may Allah reward you with all good.

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On December 7, 1978, Trilogy of Terror debuted theatrically in Italy.

Here's some new Karen Black art!

[adrenajhonson]

5 posts!

[luckyluan]

SHORT STORY ALERT!

Two retired spies, in Louisiana Suburbia, have set up a beautiful life together with their children, but when their anniversary is interrupted by a mysterious foe, they are thrust back into the Abnormal world and their old lives. Maxim and Antwan Sharpe must stick together to find their would be assassin and the reason they are running for their lives!

USE THE FIRST HASHTAG TO GET STARTED!

[youngbloodoldsoul]

Could #AbbottElementary even have afforded to employ a teacher to come up there and teach Black History for #BlackHistoryMonth? Unless they were willing to work for even lower pay or school credits or it was a volunteer position I doubt it.

Seriously, I'd be all for a Black teacher teaching Black history (even though Jacob did do a great job) but did this man expect a school that can't even afford supplies or one computer to pay for a teacher that's only going to be around for 28 days?

Doesn't Melissa teach two grades and they have to basically pay out of pocket for school and cleaning supplies?

Imagine taking this job (or volunteer position) for #BlackHistoryMonth then finding out you have to buy your own supplies and books for each student. (If not each history class). So that's your entire pay for that month. You're paying to work.

I copied and pasted this from my Twitter thread.

I have one more question. Would Jacob still be getting paid or would be jobless and without a paycheck for a month to for the sub while the sub basically has to spend both their paycheck on books and supplies?

[calicojack1718]

The Emotional Turmoil of White Racists versus The Early Deaths of Black Folks

When you put the whining white grievance of white privilege being violated side-by-side with the actual damage that systemic racism does to Black people, i.e. driving them to an early grave, #sciencefact

This week’s news juxtaposed two interesting stories that cast our structural racism in the spotlight and in stark relief contrasting the woes of being a white openly racist man in America with being an average Black person living in white culture. Let’s present the emotional turmoil news first and then move on to the effect of racism on Black folks. Pity the White Racist Meme: Epitome of White…

[carnie-calliope]

im gonna add the most popular tag for every letter to this post

that way people searching those tags might see me

unfunny queer jumpscare

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Elon Musk’s Bold Move: Unveiling the Game-Changing ‘Cybercab’ at Tesla’s Robotaxi Showcase!

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[fathol91]

EPIC MOTIVATION CINEMATIC

[goonmilk]

Breaking News

Mama we made it! The Alumni Spot was featured on Good Morning Washington ABC7 News last month and I had the pleasure of capturing the Behind The Scenes footage and getting a cool lil shoutout for my Photography and Marketing at The Alumni Spot. Also got some great shots of Yadi and Trae Backstage. The segment focused on Yaddiya’s continued community involvement and his venture into the Restaurant business, the amazing food Chef Chefe curates in the Alumni Spot, as well as how it all came about from Yaddiya’s Long Live Gogo Movement.

[k3mistryproductions]

K3mistry News Brief 📰

“Black-ish” and Black Men

The following speaks on the struggles Black men go through in America.

Narrated by: J. Stokes

See more here: https://linktr.ee/K3mistryProductions

[reasonsforhope]

"In a historic move Friday [November 8, 2024], Sacramento State announced its new Native American College, a first of its kind in the California State university system. 

The college, a co-curricular institution housed at Sacramento State, will support Native-based education with a focus on leadership and career building. It will offer a diverse range of programs that integrate "tribal values, traditions and community engagement," according to a press release. 

This marks Sacramento State's second ethnic-based institution. The university launched the the nation's first Black Honors college earlier this year. 

The announcement was made at the California State Capitol by President Luke Wood and Dr. Annette Reed, an enrolled member and citizen of the Tolowa Dee-ni' Nation, who will be the first dean of the Native American College. 

Reed said students will have access to faculty mentors, advisors, outreach coordinators and more who have the expertise to work closely with Native American students and can support them holistically. 

She hopes this historic initiative will address low enrollment of Native students pursuing higher education across the state and in the country. Native American students face significant barriers to enrolling in higher education, such as financial constraints, feelings of isolation, historical trauma and lack of culturally relevant curriculum. 

"And so I'm hoping this impacts the students where they go through as a cohort. They can create networks, they can be able to have more of a support system going through and beginning together and hopefully graduating at the end together," Reed said.

Reed recalled taking her first class on Native American studies in 1980. She would later on serve as the director of Native American studies at Sacramento State and chair of the Department of Ethnic Studies. For her, advocating for Native American education was a natural top priority. 

"People always ask me, 'What is Native American studies?' It is history. It is looking at culture. It's looking at teaching sovereignty, federal Indian law. It's teaching social work, art. It's teaching about Native cultural expression, it can be literature," Reed said. 

The Native American College will introduce two new courses, according to Reed, which will be focused on Native American leadership. 

"It means that maybe some of the ones that start in Fall 2025 will end up here at the Capitol. Maybe they'll end up being the future senators or assembly people or the future of people in business. They might be leading our nation as tribal chairs, they might be going into the medical field," Reed said. "But whatever field they go into, leadership is really key." 

Students who want to be in the Native American College can apply after being accepted into the university's general application process. All students will be required to minor in Native American Studies, with an emphasis on Native American leadership."

-via ABC 10, November 8, 2024

[sideeve]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀LITTLE MISS PERFECT

synopsis : getting homosexual tendencies for her best friend? absolutely not!

note : i just started playing tlou2 again and my love for abby and ellie blossomed again. naughty dog knew what they were doing

ft. : questioning homosexuality, internalized homophobia, non-apocalyptic au, implied smut but not that descriptive, ellie already has a crush on reader but it’s not really described until they kiss and what not.

you search through the rack of bras, lazily looking for one that at least looks fitting. you huff, starting to lose hope. your hands stop at one. a black lacy one, which if your wore, would cover nothing. it reminded you of that erotic video you found went internet surfing.

two women alone together, exploring each other’s bodies. their tongues acting like a paintbrush and their bodies were canvases, covered in saliva.

you press your lips together, trying to push down the tingling in your body. you can’t be gay. you literally have a crush on that ABC news host.

“[name], honey? did you find one yet?” your mother asks, messing with the displayed jewelry. “no, there’s nothing here.” you sigh, hiding the bra in the rack.

you had no problem with homosexuality. hell, your whole search history is the complete opposite of heterosexuality. your best friend is a lesbian. but there is no way you’re gay. that’s…just not you.

after many of those “are you gay” tests, your answers remain the same. ‘you’re most definitely a lesbian, babes’.

you lay on ellie’s bed, blindly flipping through one of her many comic books. you blow raspberry, getting bored a little. “what?” she diverts her eyes from her TV for a second before tending back to her game.

“nothing.” you flip a few more pages until your eyes land on a certain panel. two girls in close proximity, lips ghosting over each other. you swallow a large lump, trying to push away the thoughts again.

but now you can only think of you in that situation. curled up next to a girl, her hand rubbing softly on your waist.

you try to picture what she would look like, only seeing your best friend’s face. you groan, rolling on your back.

“ellie?” she hums in response. you fiddle with your thumbs before asking the question. “how did you know you were gay?”

her game pauses. “what?” she looks at you before her eyes travels to her opened comic book. “ooooh.” she laughs, picking up the book. “you picked the one i didn’t want you to get.” she closes the book, stuffing it under her bed.

she leans back, propping herself up with her arms. “ i dunno. i just…” she shrugs, “never pictured myself with a guy. and you know, boobies.”

you softly hit her, making her laugh. “i’m serious, ellie. i think i might be gay. lesbian, bi-i don’t know!” you groan, stuffing your face in your hands.

“i mean, why don’t you?” she lays on her side, looking at you. “that ABC news host.”

“David Muir?”

you nod, making her scoff. “do you have a crush on any guy at job?” she twirls a strand of your hair in her fingers. “god no. they all look like troglodytes.” you grimace at the thought of liking them.

“can you picture yourself marrying a man for the rest of your life?”

that question made your stomach drop. you feel bile pile up in your throat. ‘yes, you can’ you try to convince yourself.

“no, i guess not.” you give a slight frown at your answer, looking down.

“hey, it’s normal. not everyone is straight. and you sure aren’t.” she laughs. “oh shut it!” you huff.

she stops laughing after a while. “well, let’s kiss to see if you are gay.” she suggest so nonchalantly. kiss? your best friend?

“uhhhh..” “if you don’t like it, we don’t have to ever talk about it.”

you look at her, contemplating whether you should go through with this. you couldn’t deny that ellie was very attractive. you could say that she was your “gay awakening”. they way she was naturally flirty with you was the beginning of the questioning phase for you.

“let’s do it.” you sit on your legs, waiting for her to kiss you.

she gives you a soft smile, getting up.

“you sure?” she questions, not wanting this to go wrong. you nod.

she takes a deep breath, putting her hand on your cheek to pull you in.

your skin ignites. this is what you’ve dreamed of. intimacy with a woman. natural intimacy. not like those forced erotic videos you watch in your free time.

her lips press on yours, her eyelashes tickling the apple of your cheek. you reciprocate the affection, putting a hand on her cheek.

a moan slips from your lips, your eyes fluttering shut. the hand on your cheek falls to your hips, her hand squeezing for a few moments to tell her that this is real; this is actually happening.

in a flurry, her body is pressed on top of yours, her tongue exploring every crevice on your mouth. her hands slipped under the hem of your jeans, fingers brushing over the seat of your panties.

you card your hands through her auburn hair. “els…” you call to her as she pulls away, a string of saliva connecting from hers and your bottom lip.

“you okay, princess?” she moves her hand at an angle, her thumb drawing tight circles on the pearl of your cunt. you arch into her, making her chuckle.

you nod, a moan slipping from your lips again.

“yeah, you’re definitely gay.” she giggles, stuffing her face in the crook of your neck, making you laugh too. “shut up and use your hands, ellie.”

“oh, i know something better than my hands.” she leaves your neck for a moment, digging under her bed.

she pulls out a harness. one not built for your shoulders. the purpose accessory catches your eye, making you widen them. “is that…”

“i haven’t used it yet.” she smirks. “your call.”

do you have enough red orbs? stop by my store to request a fic!

[luckyluan]

CHAPTER 5.1: THE JOYRIDE

Maxim and Antwan sat close in the cab of the SUV. Antwan leaned against the passenger side door with his lips pressed firmly together. I-10 West shook the Bronco for good measure, and they grumbled down the forest framed highway. Maxim reclined in his seat. One of his hands guided the wheel and the other propped up on his door jamb. He scratched at the crown of his head as he maneuvered the stiff silence. 

“Still mad?” he asked. 

“Is an elephant heavy?” countered Antwan. 

“Baby, I’m sorry, okay? This is all my fault, and I am so deeply sorry. I will apologize every single day until the world ends. I’m sorry I endangered our family. I’m sorry I did it so close to you and the kids. I’m sorry I put my family in danger. I am sorry, Antwan.” Maxim expressed. 

Antwan was buckled into the passenger seat with his arms folded over his broad chest. The shiny black zipper of his jumpsuit was torn at his sternum and poked at the Kevlar vest underneath. 

“I’m not saying I forgive you but thank you for saying that.” he said. 

“I mean it.” Maxim affirmed. 

“I’m sure you do.” Antwan said. “But we don’t have time to think about that. Right now, we need a plan.” 

“I’ve been thinking about that.” Maxim started. “We need to retrieve the case and get it to Bernard. His fingerprint is the only one that can open the case. 

“I’ve been thinking about that too though. Is this case worthy? We’ve handled worse on our own. Robin told us never to open that damned case unless we were out of options. Antwan warned. “Bernie is a one-way door.” 

“This isn’t a necessity to you?” Maxim charged. 

“It’s dangerous, but I, personally, have handled worse alone. So...” muttered his husband. 

“Like when?” 

“I don’t know, Maxim Sharpe. Maybe I’ve done some jobs of my own.” Antwan proclaimed. 

“So you’re just gonna skip over all the apologies I’ve made? Do I need to hire a skywriter? Take both hands off the wheel and look you in the eye so you can feel my gentility?” Maxim groaned. 

“I’ve felt your ‘gentility,’ Max. It couldn’t hurt.” replied Antwan. 

“Ant, I will wreck this car.” he warned. 

“Go for it. We’re dead anyway, thanks to you.” Antwan muttered again. 

Maxim slammed on the brake and the Bronco skidded to a halt in the far-left lane. The cars behind them broke into a cacophonous choir of horns and they exclaimed, to the heavens, their disappointment. Maxim unbuckled his seatbelt and crossed to the passenger side of the cab. He anchored a hand behind Antwan’s neck and pulled his husband’s face close to his own. 

“Look at me, Antwan. Look at me! I am sick of this! I have taken your verbal assaults since last night. They stop now. I cannot concentrate. We cannot stay alive if we don’t put this down. Do whatever it is you need to do in this moment to feel better. Hit me. Scratch me. Kick me in the nuts. Curse me out. Whatever it is, but we have work to do. So, tell me right fuckin’ now, what team you’re on. 

Maxim glowered down at his husband, and he did not shrink away. His husband’s face was an irritated pucker, and his fussy eyebrows were furrowed low over his gray eyes. Maxim’s chest heave dup and down. The car horns blared behind them and the cars in front of them raced off into the distance. They were alone. 

Antwan’s face contorted into a tight expression, and he brought his fist up into Maxim’s chin. The blow knocked Maxim back into his seat and he grasped the steering wheel for balance. He stared at Antwan with wide, watering eyes. 

“Good shot, babe. Still got a mean right.” he moaned. 

“Now, we can move on.” Antwan announced. “Drive, please.”