The older I get the more fiercely protective I get of younger girls. I was heading into work yesterday and I saw that 12 year old (I mentioned her before, the one who wore makeup) talking to this older man. She’s normally really bubbly but she looked a little more subdued talking to him so I go over and loudly say “Hey sweetheart, who’s this?” And the guys just glares at me and she says “oh um his name is Justin.” And I’m like “Hi Justin, how do you know her?” And he gets nervous and is like “I just saw her jogging and thought I’d give her pointers.” So I just kinda tilted my head and looked at him for a minute. He literally asked me “are you a cop or something? I haven’t done anything wrong.” So I took her to the McDonald’s near by, bought her something and had a talk about not talking to strangers. Low key I’m debating the next time I see her parents (they drop her off at the gym and leave her there for hours) to maybe have a talk with them or something. Idk if it’s my place tho
Just to add because some messaged me saying that I was being a nosey bitch: so a woman who used to go to my gym (and my same university. Like I used to see her at my job and on campus) actually went missing not far from my intersection (literally a 5 min walk away from the major intersection) on may 10 and they found her body literally last week (June 19). Everyone has been on high alert lately so when I saw this random dude talking to this little girl, my brain immediately went into defence panic mode. So yeah call me nosey if you want
This world could use more nosey b*tches.
I’ll stop being a nosey bitch when males stop being predators
Always be a nosy bitch where young girls are concerned. Always be a nosy bitch where creepy old men are concerned
butch can be hard, harsh, brash, and a hand running through your hair when you’re crying, a kiss on the forehead, making you tea at night because she knows it helps you sleep. butch can be worn-down hands covered in burn marks and cuts and bruises from long days at work, hands that you come home to and rub with scentless moisturizer so that they wont crack at the knuckles. butch can be “here, let me get that for you” when you can’t open something and it can be “god damnit, can you open this for me?” when she can’t, can be covering herself with a blanket so you dont see her crying, can be locking herself in the bathroom when she gets overwhelmed only to return with open arms and a silent nod when you ask if she needs a hug. butch can be vulnerable in a way she didnt think she could be. butch can be anger poorly concealed with a clenched jaw and a pointed glare when someone looks at you the wrong way, a tersely muttered “if that happens again, i can’t promise i won’t punch someone today,” it can be a stare at the man whose eyes linger too long, a pointed nod when the group of straight women do the same. butch can be a firecracker, ready to go, ready to run, ready to take your hand and drag you away when you both know that’s the only way to avoid getting hurt. butch can learn to accept defeat, if only when she’s gotten a little too hurt, too battered, too worn down. butch is tired, she’s exhausted, falling apart at the seams even, but pushing.
You’re a powerful dragon that lived next to a small kingdom. For centuries you ignored humanity and lived alone in a cave, and the humans also avoided you. As the kingdom fell to invaders, a dying soldier approaches you with the infant princess, begging you to take care of her.
She is devoid of any scales or fur, this tiny ball of squalling royalty.
The knight that holds her is bleeding out more sluggishly than before, running out of life and time as he begs me to take care of her.
“No revenge.” I murmur to him; that is not my way.
“No.” He agrees softly, kneeling before my bulk and drip-dripping his life onto my floor.
“No revenge. Just want her to live.”
He topples over suddenly, and I let him fall. The ball of swaddling is what I catch in my claws. A paltry offering of gold falls from the blankets, body-warm and forgotten as I lift this princess to observe her more closely.
I see aquamarine glittering in her face, eyes lit up with tears in the rose gold hue of her cheeks. She is snotty and soiled, bloodied and unhappy. And she is mine.
“You will need milk.” I sigh, walking best I can on three legs to the back of the cave to settle her in a cradle of smooth gems. Oddly befitting her status, though it means nothing anymore. I breathe hotly over her, the screaming quieting in the face of warm air and the white noise I make.
“Sleep, princess.” I murmur soothingly. “I will return with food.”
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“Get down from there.”
I do not need to raise my voice, she knows well enough who I am speaking to and what I speak about. She jumps from the tree branch she had been climbing and lands on my head.
“I want to fly like you do.”
Oh, she is stubborn, with hair like fire and those aquamarine eyes. She pulls at my scales and bares her blunt little teeth in a copy of my own snarl.
“I could gobble you up.” I warn, unable to hide the smile in my voice. It is good she is stubborn; any dragon should be just a little head-strong.
“I would break your teeth with my skull!” She cackles back, scrabbling down to my back to nuzzle the soft leather of my wings.
“When will my wings grow?”
Always so full of questions.
“Maybe never. There are land dragons, sea dragons, dragons of the sky…perhaps you will lose your arms and legs and become a wyrm.”
She laughs her harsh cackle, biting at me playfully.
I love her so.
I cannot even bring myself to tell her she is not a dragon.
i cannot even bring myself to tell her she is not a dragon
^Haiku^bot^8. I detect haikus with 5-7-5 format. Sometimes I make mistakes.
Men cause so much pain, so much fucking pain to their mothers to their sisters to their children to their wives and they’re oblivious, they’re absoutely oblivious to how much they have negatively impacted and ruined each woman’s life individually in the household.
Idk Clarice, maybe we’re just tired, and life is uncertain, and we like the idea of a stable husband with a steady job and a big dog and his own place away from all the loud, shapeshifting-kink party gods.
As small as the world 