the truth is even the kindest people will hurt someone, sometimes
we will hurt people we love, we will hurt people we hate, we will hurt ourselves. though we can try our best, we can never avoid 100% bad things
bad things happen, sometimes we cause bad things, thatâs very painful to accept, but until you accept it you will most likely not learn how to cope with it or how to amend it
guilt is not a currency you can or have to pay in ordr to delete the things you have done that you are unhappy with
painful feelings will come, and they will go, but only if you let them!Â
Hey everyone, Iâve alluded to this before but â while I hate making these posts â Iâm in a slightly desperate situation.
Iâm Dorian, a MĂŠtis person living off disability support in Ontario, Canada. I do a podcast, @driveinsaturdaypod, with a friend of mine. Recently I had the opportunity to go down to Toronto to table with her at TCAF and that was really an amazing experience.
But it cost a lot of money I do not have, and now Iâm in really dire straights. Once I pay my electricity for the month, I will have about forty dollars left in the bank, and I still have to buy groceries and account for some other expenses. I also incurred a ton of debt on my already overburdened credit card so we could print out things for our table at the con, and itâs gonna make keeping up with the interest even harder.
Here is my PayPal link. If I make about $100, I should be okay for the rest of the month. Anything above that will go toward digging me out of this debt hole, which would go a long way toward making sure I donât end up in this situation in further.
I deeply appreciate any help I receive, and please do check out the podcast! Costs aside, itâs something I get a lot of joy from doing, and take pride in what weâve produced.
one of the most annoying things about royal weddings is all the middle class liberals who come out with their tepid takes about how they âdonât mind the royals, actuallyâ as if a liberal having no problem with unearned wealth and privilege is some massive shockerÂ
Innit. Especially now these two are âsocially consciousâ, the mc liberals can really give that royal arse a good tonguing. The Queen knows what sheâs doing, sheâs adapting the monarchy to the times. They could go on for another 50 years like this.
The royal family existing is profitable for the UK as a whole, because it basically funds half the tourism industry. Theyâre obnoxious, but getting rid of them would actively harm the working class in many of the places most hostile to the working class. Get off your bloody high horse.Â
actually socialising their wealth would benefit the working class directly and weâd get even more tourists when the palaces are fully open to the public, like in the other countries that have done the sensible thing and gotten rid of their monarchies.
Youâre 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.
âNo revenge.â I murmur to him; that is not my way.
âNo.â He agrees softly, kneeling before my bulk and drip-dripping his life onto my floor.
âNo revenge. Just want her to live.â
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.
âYou will need milk.â 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.
âSleep, princess.â I murmur soothingly. âI will return with food.â
ââââ
âGet down from there.â
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.
âI want to fly like you do.â
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.
âI could gobble you up.â 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.
âI would break your teeth with my skull!â She cackles back, scrabbling down to my back to nuzzle the soft leather of my wings.
âWhen will my wings grow?â
Always so full of questions.
âMaybe never. There are land dragons, sea dragons, dragons of the skyâŚperhaps you will lose your arms and legs and become a wyrm.â
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.
Urocyon's Jaunts 2.0 
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