and first off, I’m 5’7, 5’11 in dance shoes, 170 pounds, broad shoulders and big hips and not small in any dimension. For a ballroom dancer, this means a lot of time spent learning the men’s parts. Especially in lifts.
I’ve had years now of guys kinda just going “lol heck naw” when told to lift me. I don’t admit this part much, but it makes me want to sink into the ground and die when every other girl can be lifted, but I’m just too big.
So this guy, smaller than me and really cute, shows up at auditions and I see this girl across the room getting tossed about like the beautiful pixie she is, and apparently I looked a little wistful because this boy asked me if I liked lifts.
“Oh. I… Uh… I’ve never really done the girls part. I’m a little big, haha…” (laugh it off, as usual.)
He looked me dead in the eye and then picked me up like a movie princess, bounced me in the air a few times, and set me down effortlessly while telling me whoever refused to lift me before was just being a lazy wimp.
I seriously doubt this boy will ever really get how much that meant to me. But, holy cow. Some faith in humanity just got restored.
Imagine a dragon at Antiques Roadshow, appraising its hoard
Imagine the dragon hoards monetarily worthless things like newspapers or old bones and the person appraising it getting more and more nervous about telling the dragon their stuff isnt worth anything
Imagine that the dragon knows this and just likes watching the person squirm.
The dragon actually hoards uncomfortable situations
I just love it when people come up with random weird animal or dragon things and iguanamouth illustrates them just because.
The Cullen’s would literally make the best uber drivers, especially if you’re ever running late to anything. They speed through traffic, you’d probably get to your destination a few minutes before, despite being afraid y’all would get into a car crash
me: oh shit, i only have 2 minutes to get there !!! i’m gonna b late
rosalie, running three red lights and driving on the sidewalk: not on my watch
The Ruby Empire saga continues. This one features the wild Sabertooth tiger tribe and the girl who was raised among them. Enjoy.
I’ve grown up in the oasis of Bastat since I was born. When my mother died, I was taken in by the Shaman here and raised as one of his own. It is a long story, how I came to be here and how I’ve finally decided to search for my blood. I have a small sigil that my mother had that will lead me to my birth family. All I want is to know them and tell them what happened to my mother and myself. The family I have in Bastat may not be my blood, but they are mine, and I will love them forever.
Before I was born, my parents had been traveling and were returning home from their long trip. My mother was soon to give birth and was anxious about the journey. She kept having this dark feeling that something terrible was going to happen. Halfway home, their carriage was attacked. Gnolls from the Eastern Sea ransacked the transport, taking my father and sister as captives. My mother ran, able to escape. She ran into the desert, a near death sentence for anyone.
As she wandered, the pains of childbirth set upon her. She was panicked, alone, and terrified beyond reason. Luckily for her, she was found by a scout of a nearby tribe of wild Rakshasa. He was a handsome sabertooth, tall and muscular, able to carry her to safety without a thought. He took her to the Shaman, Penu, who saw her through childbirth and kept her alive.
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
Always be a nosey bitch when children are concerned, period. The fact that he asked if she was a cop got me. That would put me on edge, like it just made it seem like he knew he had something to feel at LEAST creepy about.
You are a clumsy but sweet person living in a time where robots are commonplace and do most manual tasks for humans. They can’t speak, but every time you bump into one you profusely apologize. You also always say thank you and treat them kindly, despite being inanimate. One morning, you wake up and peek out your window to see chaos and destruction- and your house and front yard are in pristine shape.
Pansexual Monster Girl 