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My Accidental Dragon

After a rough day I went back to my apartment and drank the entire alcohol shelf dry and headed to bed not even eating dinner, I plopped down onto the soft bed and said:

"screw office work"

Closing my eyes I drift into a peaceful slumber, who am I kidding I looked like a hot mess I didn't wash off my makeup, change my clothing, didn't have a shower, I'm going to have the worst hangover ever when I get up.

In dream land I was having a conversation with a strange looking male taking in his features I ignore most of the conversation, the man has snow white hair, blue eyes and is wearing a white tuxedo snapping backing into the conversation he asks me "I offer you a gift, what would you like?"

I of course answer with what any normal person would want "A dragon!" he just gave me a blank look as if saying are you serious woman.

"That's not realistic, try something more realistic" he asked me with hopeful expecting eyes.

"Fine, I want a billionaire faithful loving boyfriend then." I ask with no relationship experience, I might be twenty-five, but I've never been in a relationship which might just be for the better, the man look's stunned and as if he wants to say something but can't as I wake up.

I wake up, it's still dark I check my phone to see the time '3:00 am' it tastes like a cat used my mouth as a litter tray 'I need water' I walk to the bathroom with my head pounding, I get up out of bed and walk to the kitchen I see a faint glow of blue emanating from the corner of my room, I realise it's coming from my dirty cloths basket. As I walk towards it I feel a vibration from within as I get closer to the object upon closer inspection I realise it's an giant scaly egg, I feel a maternal urge to embrace it as I do I get more and more confused as to what it is and why I'm doing this I've never seen this thing in my life however I don't know if I could live without it, I panic as the egg cracks setting down the egg now fully over my hangover I sit and wait for it to finish. I grew bored, but I soon found a manual about how to take are of your dragon, it seems important, so I'll read it.

After about an hour I have read the entire book and I now know why I felt so motherly over it early baby dragons and eggs release a pheromone that make's creatures near it motherly or fatherly at least I think this is an dragon egg and if it is I've gotten every thing ready water I may or may not have slightly drank, milk , blankets, in my case some ice cubes and small chunks of meat for my scaly friend I just need to make sure I'm here when they hatch, there's nothing the great and powerful Fay can't do other then get a relationsh-

*Small screech*

I look over and the egg has finally hatched and luckily for me I was the first thing they've seen so in other words it thinks I'm it's mum, so I get the bottle ready because when I was reading the book, I found out that dragons are kind of like a platypus , the little dragon waddles over to me clumsily and starts drinking the milk letting me find out there gender.

It's a boy "I'm going to call you Atlas" I cheerfully say getting a happy squawk from Atlas causing me to giggle and him to try and replicate me in doing so he's like my son now and since he's the size of my phone right now I'll be able to take him to work sure Kris aka special K might be noisy when Atlas makes noise but nobody really listens to him excluding his Fanclub but they don't even work there so it's not going to cause drama.

Me too sis, me too (but with Dah)

me: *having a good day*

my brain: remember, ull from far cry primal is not real and you will never have sex with him

me: :(

I am fucking livid

I am livid with the way that people will only take things 'seriously' if it's a trend.

I am livid with the way that people will only care about some thing if it's popular.

I am livid with the way the horrors people live with are only ever given 24 hours of attention before the next thing trends.

I am livid that people will only care about the victims when they are gone or when the trouble has passed.

I am livid by the fact that no one knows about the Indian untouchables.

I am livid that people are silent about Syria.

I am livid about the silence that surrounds slums being bombed.

How many more hits must they take? How much more blood must they lose? How many more must die? How many more must suffer? How many more children need to die?

Tell me honestly... when was the last time you took the time out of your day too give them recognition?

When was the last time you listened too them?

Their voice matters but it is being drowned out with waves of hate and trends that flood your mind?

Did you even know that Afghanistan was taken over again?

Did you lend your ear to any of them then?

I am livid by the fact that people care more about what 'core' they are.

Does 'fairycore' matter more then lives?

Does brain rot matter more than the children in the sex slave industry?

Their homes look like the buildings you see in dystopian movies...

I am livid... and I am disappointed, you talk of the human spirit, you boast and brag about the human spirit, about humanity... but when was the last time you demonstrated it?

I see humans but I don't fucking see humanity

I see humans who wear masks and tape over their mouth that they can so easily take off.

I see monsters who crudely wear human skin as they bomb another village, another town, another city... another family.

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Struggles

TW: talk of self starvation

This year I've even struggled with my body image, I know I'm a beautiful girl and I've always been told as such but even then it's hard to feel happy in my own body because social media portrays women as very skinny even though it's not healthy or safe and I fell victim to it's trap, I didn't like how my stomach looked and so I would sleep when I felt hungry.

I would deflect it when my mum brought it up and I craved that feeling of starvation, it was amazing even though it wasn't healthy, I didn't even like my body when I was underweight, it felt like I would never be happy with myself, and being honest with myself, the company I had made it worse... I had a 'friend' who would constantly talk about how she hated her body, we looked very similar and so I learned to hate my body from her and the media, if you know me in real life you would know that I am a very bubbly person and I used that as a shield to hide behind, nobody would ever think I doing anything bad to myself if I seemed always happy and it worked like a charm.

I hated every imperfection, I hated my stomach, my skin, my stretch marks that you can barely even see but I would always find something to hate about myself, I have really only brushed on the topic of this with one friend, my mother doesn't even know I felt like this, I would like to keep it that way as she has enough on her plate. I have learned to love myself and it's been a long journey, it's still not over, I have learnt that the body I have is beautiful and perfect the way it is and I feel like others should too, it's a long journey but it's so worth it and I hope that anyone who's read this is able to love themselves for who they are, yourself worth is not how you look, its how you act, behave and interact with others, if anyone is judging you for your appearance then that's a tell tale of what kinda person they are and let me tell you one thing, their not a person you want to be around!

Remember you always come first.

I just like snakes and this one is very cute!

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