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Mother's love
#photography#nature#photo#naturaleza#fotografia#canon#animals#elephant#mother#baby#original photography#photographers on tumblr#northspain#cabarceno#cantabria#photo by me
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2023-2024 Broadway Season Ranked
I saw every new show that opened on Broadway in the 2023-2024 season. Once more, perfectly normal and not at all cost-prohibitive. Compared to seasons' past, this one was plentiful in new musicals and utterly bereft of quality. Usually I have at least four shows that rewire my entire circuitry, but not this time.
Do you have strong opinions on any of these new shows? Are you filled with unstoppable rage at this list? Do you agree wholeheartedly? Discuss.
#broadway#musical theatre#stereophonic#jaja's african hair braiding#merrily we roll along#mother play#mary jane#grey house#illinoise#lempicka#days of wine and roses#suffs#once upon a one more time#an enemy of the people#how to dance in ohio#spamalot#water for elephants#the outsiders#here lies love#the wiz#the heart of rock and roll#hell's kitchen#back to the future#the who's tommy#cabaret#the great gatsby#gutenberg the musical#the notebook#purlie victorious#welcome to the theatre: diary of a broadway baby
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Dumbo, 1941
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you know those periods where learning is suddenly the best thing in the world and everything becomes endlessly fascinating to you like you're a kid again, they're so fucking special and i'm learning to treasure them when they do come around once in a blue moon even though i'll likely forget everything i've learned within the month because of my memory issues but it's just like. suddenly when i watch a nature documentary, i forget my phone exists for an hour and i watch millions of butterflies gather on the trees of one specific forest in mexico with starry eyes and a slack jaw. and then afterwards i open up my notes app to note down the sheer size and longevity of sequoia trees or the way penguins can filter out their partner's call from hundreds and thousands of identical ones. and then i read a book about trees and tear up at the line "such partners are often so tightly connected at the roots that sometimes they even die together". and the world is good and so full of awe and we get to live in all this fucking fascination.
#sami rambles#i love my learning phases so much even though i know i'm going to forget most of it and even though i have to watch#baby wildebeest drown and baby elephants die in front of their mothers who grieve them#it just makes me feel like a kid again
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Greetings, wildlife enthusiasts!
Feast your eyes on this ethereal illustration capturing the quintessence of the majestic African elephant. Here, we see the towering matriarch guiding her calf through the sun-dappled savannah with a grace that belies her immense size. The maternal bond is almost palpable, woven with threads of wisdom and care, and radiating an aura of ancient nobility.
Notice how the artist has meticulously depicted the delicate contours and wrinkles on their expansive ears—a treasure trove of evolutionary secrets. Those ivory tusks, grand and formidable, are both a blessing and a burden in this contemporary dance of survival.
From the rhythmic cadence of their ponderous steps to the intricate markings on their skin that tell tales of a life lived under the vast African sky, this duo is a testament to resilience, strength, and the enduring spirit of nature.
This illustration is not just art; it’s a narrative, a symphony of life, shimmying silently across the canvas. Let it remind us of our duty to protect these gentle giants and their enigmatic world.
Stay wild, stay compassionate. 🌍🐘
#mother elephant#baby elephant#wildlife art#animal illustration#african wildlife#elephant conservation#nature sketch#pencil drawing#wildlife love#majestic creatures
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For my French class we're reading excerpts from stories. I chose Babar and WTF WHY IS THIS SO SAD
#like why is this kid's story so sad#for reference this is basically the excerpt that was given to me:#“In a forest a baby elephant named Babar was born. His mother loved him very much. When he was a little older he played with the#other elephants and dug in the sand with seashells. He lived a happy life until the hunter showed up.“ THIS DID NOT NEED TO TURN INTO BAMBI#I don't know anything about Babar and this is a hell of a thing to only know about the franchise.#babar the elephant#babar#learning french#dahlia's rambling
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False. There was no lioness in the original picture, nor did the elephant carry a lion cub in its trunk.
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01-04-24 | misterlemonztenth.tumblr.com/archive
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#source:youtube#name:Elephants Being Elephants I BBC Earth#channel:BBC Earth#mother of the year#almost lost babies in river
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A lovely family portrait!! They are both so beautiful 😍 look at those hairs on the baby's head!! Adorable 😁
Day 834 of posting pictures of elephants.
Source: Reddit
#elephant#calf#mother and child#baby#adorable#love#happiness#thank you#sharing#nature#animals#lovely#beautiful#i love elephants#🐘#look at those hairs
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#animals#cute animals#animal video#baby elephant#wildlife#wildlife videos#elephant videos#animal#elephant#mother and child#animal friends#aminals#animallovers#animallover#tumblr videos
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Mother elephant can't wake baby sound asleep, asks keepers for help
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⋆ 「 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐢’𝐬 (𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞) 𝐦𝐨𝐦. 」 ⋆
feat. — toji fushiguro x f!reader, kid!megumi
word count. — 1.4k
content. — sfw, non-sorcerer au, established relationship (marriage), mostly just fluffy domestic stuff, reader is addressed as ‘mom/mama/mommy,’ toji’s kind of a bad parent but he’s working on it, brief mention of toji smoking (cigarettes), overprotective!toji, very minor suggestive themes (from toji 🙄 he’s a walking cw/tw)
notes. — idk. this has been incessantly on my brain pretty much from the moment i woke up today, even to the point where i was writing half of this at the laundromat lmao. mother’s day yesterday had me feeling some type of way, so here have some fun headcanons from a strange eldest daughter!!!! (i might end up doing a set of these for gojo x reader too 🤔)
⋆ 「 — he’s not your biological son, but you’ve been around since you started seeing toji when megumi was still a baby. but now, a few years later, you might as well be his real mother. you certainly act like it and feel like it, so toji gladly initiates the conversation about official adoption. it just makes sense. you eventually explain the situation to megumi as best as you can simply so that he doesn't grow up thinking he was lied to or anything of the sort, but as far as he's concerned, you're his mom whether it's by blood or not.
⋆ 「 — and oh, megumi’s a mama’s boy. i imagine he’s just a little bit of a healthier kid vs. canon given the better family situation, but he’s still always a bit of a grumpy baby, appreciating his autonomy and trying to be as self-sufficient and mature as he can be. but he’ll most certainly run to you when he needs help, is truly hurt, or just needing a bit of comfort. you’ve always treated him so softly and kindly with understanding, so he honestly feels more comfortable coming to you most of the time instead of his dad.
⋆ 「 — he likes the way you organize the bookshelf in his room or fold and sort his clothes in special little ways. he gets upset any time toji tries to put a book back in the wrong place or can’t figure out where his damn socks are. gumi will scowl and say, “that’s not where it goes.” or go deadpan and be like, “mom always keeps the socks in the bottom drawer.” disappointed that his father can’t even remember. toji just grumbles and says, “your mama’s gonna ruin you.”
⋆ 「 — has called you 'mom' basically since he was old enough, but don't let him fool you. megumi will drop the big boy act and come out with 'mama' or 'mommy' when something's wrong or he's really excited. he'll come to you with quiet tears and sniffles, a little ashamed that he's crying, but present to you a scraped elbow, "mama... it hurts." you clean up the scrape and explain to him the little medical details in a somewhat understandable way to help him focus on something besides the pain, and you tell him that it'll be okay, and that it's alright to cry. or on the flip-side, you and toji take him to the zoo, little gumi on his dad's shoulders, and he gasps and points excitedly, "look, mommy! look at the big elephant!" and it feels incredible to see him be so spirited.
⋆ 「 — along the lines of the art from this post and the thought i had about it earlier, just imagine that you're at some event (maybe like a birthday party or something), and toji's been hauling megumi around. they're both so over it at this point and are like 'please get me out of this' so as soon as toji walks past the obnoxious inflatable bouncy house, he smirks and just YEETS that kid inside without a second thought. after regaining his breath, megumi just looks at his father with the most EVIL little scowl as other kids bounce around him with smiles. by the look on that child's face you could've swore that his father had just done him the ultimate betrayal.
so gumi slides out and hurriedly makes his way over to where you're sitting off to the side, quietly climbing into your lap for a little bit of solace. he wiggles in close to your chest and you tuck him under your chin with a ‘come here, sweetpea,’ rocking slowly and humming something soft because he always seems to like it when you do.
toji comes over and you look at him through narrowed eyes. "kids are supposed to like shit like that," he says.
"you know he likes when things are more quiet," you respond, and toji rolls his eyes at how you seemingly spoil your son.
"just thought it might be good for him to try and get along with the other brats." toji tries to cover up the fact that he tossed his kid for the sheer personal enjoyment of it.
you huff in disbelief. "oh, like you get along so well with everyone?"
he scoffs and moves in behind you, leaning down to place a kiss on your neck. "i get along with you," he says almost suggestively.
you just keep stroking megumi's hair and give the top of his head a gentle kiss. "yeah, well not today," you say, shooting a smug, resolute smile towards your husband, ultimately taking his son's side.
⋆ 「 — outside of his alone time, megumi would honestly much rather be with you instead of other children. toji thinks it's probably unhealthy and you're inclined to agree, but you also don't want to force megumi into situations that will just make him miserable. so, when appropriate, you don't mind at all pacing around with him in your arms or have him walk next to you (maybe holding your hand if he’s not in a ‘big boy’ mood), teaching him about the things you see in the woods, the park, or even the museum. when toji's not away working, he'll join too because it admittedly makes his heart feel soft to watch you two together. it always has, because you've been doing this with megumi since he was a baby. it never gets old. if it wasn't already so difficult trying to figure out how to do things right by his son, he'd want you to give him even more babies.
⋆ 「 — megumi likes doing things with his dad sometimes too, though. toji tries his best to do it right and watch both his mouth and his temper. you like seeing them getting along, even if it's just quietly watching tv or a movie (probably a cartoon where toji gets kind of into and will ask the occasional question like "why does that one stupid chick keep doing that?" and megumi just shrugs like, "i dunno. she is pretty dumb.") or playing ball outside because gumi's starting to show some athleticism. but you have to remind toji that he can't always be so rough or competitive with games because megumi is literally a child.
⋆ 「 — toji can also be way too overprotective of you two at times. you'll be out and about and he'll just be wearing such an intimidating expression as he walks behind you both, on the lookout for anyone who might want to cause trouble or take the wrong sort of glance at his wife. he'll even snap at people for walking too close or like cutting in line or something petty, and you have to tell him stop acting like an attack dog and looking like the grim reaper because dear god you're literally just having lunch at the park. even at his age, megumi's just eating his ice cream and looking at his dad with his little baby deadpan expression and thinking "this man really needs to take a chill pill." other times he can be more relaxed, however, obviously confident in his ability to protect you. it depends on his mood. but that still doesn’t stop him from being embarrassing and going off on people in public if something happens.
⋆ 「 — you also know all of gumi’s favorite meals and snacks. it’s yet another one of those things where, if his dad does it wrong, megumi expresses a disappointment beyond his years. toji will be making and packing his son’s school lunch just as instructed by the notes you gave him, but it’s by no means as neat and meticulous as when you do it. toji’s got a cigarette hanging out of his mouth with furrowed, concentrating brows, his free hand shakily reaching for a cup of fresh coffee, and megumi’s standing there with his little backpack, criticizing his father the entire time. “mom doesn’t do it like that,” he says.
“well mom ain’t here right now. and it doesn’t matter how the sandwich is cut, is still tastes the damn same.”
gumi doesn’t even physically react, still wearing the same neutral expression, just waiting for his dad to hurry up. “mom says you shouldn’t smoke. and she also says not to use bad words.”
toji scoffs and then smirks. “well mommy uses all sorts of bad words you don’t even know about when her and daddy have play time.”
megumi’s already almost late for school and can barely feel his feet from how tight his dad tied his shoelaces. he also asks you later about “play time,” and you want to absolutely murder your husband over it.
#toji fushiguro x reader#toji x reader#megumi fushiguro x reader#jjk x reader#c. �� toji fushiguro#hc. — toji fushiguro#fluff. — toji fushiguro#c. — megumi fushiguro#hc. — megumi fushiguro#fluff. — megumi fushiguro#my writing.
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Bang Chan - Corrupted
--Boyfriend Chan and Inexperienced Reader--
Summary: Chan's been feeling it, and after being in a relationship with you for a while, he's ready to initiate intimacy. Only if you agree, of course (you certainly did).
Warnings: fem!reader, fingering, oral (fem!receiving), pinv, penetration, etc.
WC: 1.6k
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You knew nothing. Nothing about sex. He had laughed it off when he first heard you talking about it, thinking you were joking, but the way you had looked at him, your eyes so soft and curious… he knew at that moment, you weren’t lying.
Sex? Isn’t that just… putting your dick in there and then… yeah. The way you had said it was so funny, too, he nearly laughed. But he also nearly took you right then and there. He wanted to corrupt you, and he knew the perfect time would be coming soon. The holiday season.
Dec. 24
The two of you were at your family's party, some uncle’s house with heaps of food and lots of sweets. Presents wrapped in brown grocery bags piled in front of the tree as everyone gathered around. Chan, a long-time boyfriend now, had joined, greeting your cousins, aunts, uncles, and everyone else who was there.
As you sit together on the ground, he pulls you in his lap, resting his head on your shoulder, humming as he wraps his arms around your waist. Squirming slightly in his lap, he tenses slightly, feeling the slight bulge forming already. Your words ring in his mouth again, and he has to use everything within him to not fuck you right then and there.
Luckily, it was your turn for White Elephant now, and he had the chance to compose himself before you would be back. As the hours passed, he knew he couldn’t do it today. It was late, 12:45 AM, nearly 1 in the morning, when you two left.
By the time you were back, you were too tired, kissing Chan tiredly before falling asleep in his arms. He kisses your forehead softly, before closing his eyes. It can wait, Chan. It can wait.
Dec. 25
“Merry Christmas!”
This time, you were with Chan’s family for dinner. Chan had gotten you two there early, his mother engulfing you in a hug while his father waved from the grill. Chan had tugged you with him to his room, and you had followed, blissfully unaware of his intentions. As you sat down, he pushes you back on the bed, straddling you as he kisses you, your eyes widening before you comply, body relaxing under his touch as he deepened the kiss.
He pulls away softly, eyes meeting yours, your chest heaving as you gasped for breath. “Chan? What-”
“Lamb’s ready!”
The call from Chan’s father rings out, and Chan holds back a groan before he pulls himself up and away from you. The whole time, he’s horny. Extremely horny. His hands don’t stop touching you, whether it’s his hand fluttering against yours, his touch flickering to your thigh, holding you there before his hand left and touched a different part of you.
That night, when you arrive home, it’s late. But not too late.
“Thank you for the presents again, Chan,” you say softly, smiling as he kisses you gently.
“Of course, baby. Thank you, too,” he says. Before you can reply, he continues. “I have one more present for you.”
Your brows raise, eyes wide. “Oh, Chan, you don’t-”
“I’ve been thinking about… moving further into our relationship.” Bang Chan’s words come out of his mouth before he can stop them, your eyes widening at the implication. “You mean… Is that why you asked me about sex?”
Chan nods, a deep flush moving to the tips of his ears as he speaks softly. “I don’t want to push you to do anything you don’t want to do, but I just… I wanted to ask.”
Your eyes search his for a second, before nodding. “Okay.”
He freezes, reality suddenly hitting him. “Are you sure? We don’t have to-”
“Just be gentle,” you whisper. “Please?”
Chan nods quickly, his hands guiding you to the bed. “I will. Tell me to stop if you need me to, okay? I’ll go slow.” God, I’m going to fucking corrupt you, Y/n.
Chan begins to kissing you slowly, straddling you as he climbed over you, kissing you deeply. His hands move to the supple flesh of your breast, gently kneading the small mounds, his hands trailing under your camisole top.
As he cups your breast, his fingers nip at your nipples, feeling them satisfyingly harden as you gasp, whimpering as his lips left yours to trail down to your jaw.
“Up,” he murmurs softly, tapping on your bare shoulder. As you do, he pulls the top off of you before tugging off your bra. Kissing your shoulder, his lips trail down to the mounds, sucking on one as his hand played with the nipple of the other.
“Channie, f-feels g-g-good,” I whimper, my eyes wide. He grins against your breast, his hand moving down to your thighs, sliding up your pants as he strokes your inner thigh.
“I know, baby,” Chan murmurs, bringing himself up on his elbows and placing a kiss on your nose. Before he brings himself down. His teeth tug on the waistband of your shorts. Tugging them off, his eyes widen. “Y/n- what- you’re not wearing panties?”
You flush slightly. “Sorry, is that a bad thing?”
He shakes his head. “No, no, no, baby. You- why?”
You shrug. “I took a shower and forgot to bring some, so I just…”
As you flush, he just laughs, a low rumble as his breath lingers on your skin. He places a kiss on your inner thigh, lips trailing closer and closer to your core. You eyes are wide. “Chan, what are you doing?”
“Oh, baby,” he murmurs softly, placing a kiss on the sensitive bundle of nerves as you gasp at the sudden feeling. “Just relax, baby. Okay?”
“Okay,” you whimper, your eyes wide as you lean back. That’s when his tongue swipes against your core, right through the folded lips. Your hand falls to his curls, eyes flying wide open as you gasp. “Chan!”
He doesn’t stop. Not at all, his lips sucking on your clit, licking your entrance, his thumb moving to your clit every time his tongue left it, your hips bucking as you whimpered, moaning his name, the sounds rolling off of you naturally. You could feel a pressure rising in your lower abdomen, sniffling.
“Baby, gonna stretch you out,” Chan mumbles. His lips pucker up onto your clit again, fingers pushing into you slowly. He starts with one finger, pushing in inch by inch. “Fuck, you’re so tight, baby.”
You whimper, panting slightly at the overwhelming feeling, your core clenching his finger desperately. “Ch-Channie-”
“Sh, baby, let go for me,” Chan murmurs, his tongue swiping against you once more right as you come, crying out as everything within yourself releases.
You squirt. Right onto his face, his eyes rolling back as he licks you clean. Your eyes meet his, wide as you gasp. “Chan, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-”
“That was good,” he murmurs, gently reassuring you. “That was amazing, baby. Don’t apologize, hm?”
You nod, eyes watering from coming down on your high before he moves himself up, balancing himself on his elbows, kissing you deeply, the taste of you falling into your mouth. As Chan pulls away, he gently rubs your clit again, your hips bucking as you whimper, crying softly at his touch. “Sh, sh, baby. Don’t cry, hm?”
He kisses you again, his voice soft. “Gonna take care of you, okay? Remember?”
He grins as he repeats your words. “I’m going to put my dick in there, and then… you know?”
When you turn your head away with embarrassment, Chan tilts your chin back towards him. “Hey, baby. Look at me. I’m going to make you feel good, okay?”
You nod, but speak when he taps your jaw. “Yes, Channie.”
“Good girl.” His praise makes something in you twitch, your core clenching as his thumb continued to rub against you. Gently, he aligns himself with your entrance, before pushing in. And fuck. You’re tight.
Extremely tight, more than he had expected, every after fucking you with his fingers. Cock throbbing, he pushes himself in slowly, holding himself back from thrusting in and just pounding into you until he came over and over again. As you adjust and stretch, he checks in with you before beginning to thrust. Slowly, yet building speed and momentum.
“Chan-” your gasps get shorter and shorter as you whine, tears pricking your eyes at the beautiful sensations you were feeling.
He doesn’t stop. Not even when you reach your high, sobbing and whining and writhing. Just holds you down, one hand flat on your stomach, the other pushing down a leg. He continues, fucking you until he comes, thrusting through his pleasure.
And when you think he’s done, he starts again. Over and over again. Completely, utterly, obsessed.
With the way you looked, coming for him, eyes rolling back, lips parted as you sobbed in pleasure and desperation, unable to take it yet being such a good girl for him. With the way his cock could just push into you, your pussy forever clutching him. He doesn’t stop until even he can’t move anymore.
“Baby?” he murmurs softly. “You okay?”
You manage to weakly nod. He shifts his body against you, holding you as he kisses away the tears on your face. “Get some rest, baby. I’ll clean us up, okay?”
Managing to nod again, he kisses your eye, your temple, your forehead, your nose, your lips, before he just holds you, letting you fall asleep. This wouldn’t be the last time the both of you would be intimate. That much was for sure.
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The next day, Chan finds a text from you, a smile tugging on his lips. I guess sex isn’t just a dick in there. I’m still damn sore, Chan.
Chan grins cockily before replying. It won’t be the last time you’re sore, baby.
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