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
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Day: May 6, 2018
It’s fiddlehead fern season! One of my favorite edible plants, ostrich ferns send up tightly-coiled fronds in the spring. They can be collected while young and close to the ground, but the window to harvest them is very narrow. Washed thoroughly and sautéed in butter, they taste absolutely marvelous. Fiddleheads have been eaten by indigenous people for countless generations.
Avoid eating the fiddleheads of bracken ferns, which may be carcinogenic. Ostrich ferns may possibly contain other mild toxins, but what doesn’t? They’re delicious and a seasonal treat, not the basis of my diet.
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Hundreds of thousands of California western toads [Anaxyrus boreas halophilus], using their freshly grown arms and legs to swarm the banks of a shallow pool. A pair of these toads can produce over 15,000 fertile eggs in a single day, and they rely on sheer numbers to ensure the next generation of toads will make it to the breeding pond. Video by Alan King.
Callout post for rude baby seen at grocery store
I’m calling out a baby (approx. 12–14 months old) from the grocery store due to its rudeness. I’m guessing its age based on appearance, motor skills (atrocious) and whatnot. Anyway, I smiled at this baby and it just stared at me. As soon as I began to move on, though, the baby said “no!” and started giggling when I turned back around. This happened multiple times. The baby’s actions were toxic and manipulative. The baby was also manhandling a package of dried fruit which wasn’t yet paid for (which is quite minor) and was just generally sitting around and not helping.
this is exactly what you guys sound like when you talk abt how its woke to hate children
The last video’s thumbnail is the last thing the uploader saw before Pancake killed them.
Today’s aesthetic: security systems in video games that make no sense at all unless whoever built it was aware that they’re a character in a video game.
Do you mean like:
“These security cameras turn in such a way that they leave a 5 second gap for people to run through”
or more like:
“Guards will be on high alert at the sound of an intruder until 2 minutes pass then they just go back to normal.”
I mean like “the sum total of this allegedly ultra-secure facility’s security measures is that the valuable stuff is on a raised platform that’s exactly one inch taller than your maximum jump height, but otherwise in plain sight”.
ok, story.
So when I was thirteen-ish I saw this therapist, who was like…WASPy Southern Belle heterosexual to the max. And I this nervous little Jewish lesbian in the South all scared and depressed and blah blah blah.
And I told her once about a dream I had where I asked a girl out and she rejected me for being “too Jewish”, and the therapist was shocked
She was all, “you’re a Jewish lesbian in your dreams?”
and I was like, “…as I am in life?”
and she went, “But I thought in dreams we all went back to the default and everyone became normal people.”
“No. I’m Jewish and gay all the time.”
“Isn’t that exhausting?”
“…kind of?”
?????
Imagine going through life seeing your background/self as “default”! Imagine thinking everyone became like you while unconscious! Imagine!
Hi! So this post is going around (again)
A few notes:
1. This was written in 2015 (2014 maybe?) as is probably evident by the writing style (there isn’t really a point here, I just cringe at a lot of the wording)
2. This post was not about (is not about) how this one therapist I had in 2007 was a bad therapist. In a lot of ways, she was actually a good therapist, comparatively speaking. Out of the 9 therapists I’ve had, she’s pretty solidly in the top 50% (which says a lot about therapists, honestly). At the time that I wrote this, she was probably the best therapist I’d ever seen.
The post was about how actually a) it is really emotionally exhausting to be Jewish and to be gay, actually, b) if you’re white and Gentile (and straight) you get to think of yourself as the “default” and that is Something, and c) it is really hard to be in therapy as a lesbian or as a Jew (I think in the original context this post was part of a conversation about being Jewish in therapy, so especially it’s that last part) All this was originally understood when this post stayed in Jewish tumblr, which it did for I think the first thousand notes or so.
But everytime this goes around I get a lot of “THIS THERAPIST SHOULD LOSE HER LICENSE” kind of stuff, and “how did this person get through a psych program???” and that actually, is exhausting!! This was a particularly awful exchange, but therapists are antisemitic, racist, homophobic, whathaveyou, all the time! All the time! People make it through therapy-school with a total lack of sensitivity all the time. Eleven years after I saw this therapist, and five years after I wrote this post, I just had to leave an otherwise really great therapist last semester because she was so weird about Jewishness/Judaism/Jewish people.
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