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Soon..., Sorry, and Bear: writing-prompt-s The world's tiniest dragon must defend his hoard, a single gold coin, from thase who would steal it. mildswearingat4am Suggestion: The dragon's definition of "steal" is somewhat loose. It still allows the coin to be used and bartered and change hands-but on one condition: the dragon must be with it at all times They become a familiar sight in the marketplace. "Here's your change, ma am. One gold piece." The merchant holds out a palm, on top of which rests a tiny, brilliantly colored creature clutching a single gold coin. That's a dragon," you say dumbly. "One piece.. and a dragon." "Yes." You cautiously reach out and attempt to take your change. You tug. It holds. You tug harder. The dragon lets loose a tiny, protective growl "Ma'am-no, ma'am, you have to take the dragon, too." "Sorry?" "Not from around here, are The seller notes your dubious expression. ya?" They shrug. "Them's the rules. Take the coin, take the dragon." They wait expectantly. Wondering how the world has so suddenly gone mad, you slowly, slowly hold out your hand The dragon perks right up. It scampers from their palm to yours with the coin clamped in its jaws and scales your sleeve with sharp little claws. "Have a nice day, ma'am, the merchant says, "Spend him soon, now, you hear? At another booth, if you can. He likes to travel From its perch upon your shoulder, the dragon lets out a happy trill bdubs8807 Bonus: the coin eventually passes to the rogue in a group of travelling adventurers. The dragon becomes the mascot of the entire group, and they lay out a small pile of coins for him to sleep on every night, clutching his coin like a teddy bear Source: wniting-prompt-s 22.149 notes <p>The Tiniest Dragon</p>
Soon..., Sorry, and Bear: writing-prompt-s
 The world's tiniest dragon must defend his hoard, a single gold coin, from
 thase who would steal it.
 mildswearingat4am
 Suggestion: The dragon's definition of "steal" is somewhat loose. It still
 allows the coin to be used and bartered and change hands-but on one
 condition: the dragon must be with it at all times
 They become a familiar sight in the marketplace.
 "Here's your change, ma am. One gold piece." The merchant holds out a
 palm, on top of which rests a tiny, brilliantly colored creature clutching a
 single gold coin.
 That's a dragon," you say dumbly. "One piece.. and a dragon."
 "Yes."
 You cautiously reach out and attempt to take your change. You tug. It
 holds. You tug harder. The dragon lets loose a tiny, protective growl
 "Ma'am-no, ma'am, you have to take the dragon, too."
 "Sorry?"
 "Not from around here, are
 The seller notes your dubious expression.
 ya?" They shrug. "Them's the rules. Take the coin, take the dragon."
 They wait expectantly. Wondering how the world has so suddenly gone
 mad, you slowly, slowly hold out your hand
 The dragon perks right up. It scampers from their palm to yours with the
 coin clamped in its jaws and scales your sleeve with sharp little claws.
 "Have a nice day, ma'am, the merchant says, "Spend him soon, now, you
 hear? At another booth, if you can. He likes to travel
 From its perch upon your shoulder, the dragon lets out a happy trill
 bdubs8807
 Bonus: the coin eventually passes to the rogue in a group of travelling
 adventurers. The dragon becomes the mascot of the entire group, and
 they lay out a small pile of coins for him to sleep on every night, clutching
 his coin like a teddy bear
 Source: wniting-prompt-s
 22.149 notes
<p>The Tiniest Dragon</p>

<p>The Tiniest Dragon</p>

Soon..., Sorry, and Bear: writing-prompt-s The world's tiniest dragon must defend his hoard, a single gold coin, from thase who would steal it. mildswearingat4am Suggestion: The dragon's definition of "steal" is somewhat loose. It still allows the coin to be used and bartered and change hands-but on one condition: the dragon must be with it at all times They become a familiar sight in the marketplace. "Here's your change, ma am. One gold piece." The merchant holds out a palm, on top of which rests a tiny, brilliantly colored creature clutching a single gold coin. That's a dragon," you say dumbly. "One piece.. and a dragon." "Yes." You cautiously reach out and attempt to take your change. You tug. It holds. You tug harder. The dragon lets loose a tiny, protective growl "Ma'am-no, ma'am, you have to take the dragon, too." "Sorry?" "Not from around here, are The seller notes your dubious expression. ya?" They shrug. "Them's the rules. Take the coin, take the dragon." They wait expectantly. Wondering how the world has so suddenly gone mad, you slowly, slowly hold out your hand The dragon perks right up. It scampers from their palm to yours with the coin clamped in its jaws and scales your sleeve with sharp little claws. "Have a nice day, ma'am, the merchant says, "Spend him soon, now, you hear? At another booth, if you can. He likes to travel From its perch upon your shoulder, the dragon lets out a happy trill bdubs8807 Bonus: the coin eventually passes to the rogue in a group of travelling adventurers. The dragon becomes the mascot of the entire group, and they lay out a small pile of coins for him to sleep on every night, clutching his coin like a teddy bear Source: wniting-prompt-s 22.149 notes <p>The Tiniest Dragon via /r/wholesomememes <a href="http://ift.tt/2squnHj">http://ift.tt/2squnHj</a></p>
Soon..., Sorry, and Bear: writing-prompt-s
 The world's tiniest dragon must defend his hoard, a single gold coin, from
 thase who would steal it.
 mildswearingat4am
 Suggestion: The dragon's definition of "steal" is somewhat loose. It still
 allows the coin to be used and bartered and change hands-but on one
 condition: the dragon must be with it at all times
 They become a familiar sight in the marketplace.
 "Here's your change, ma am. One gold piece." The merchant holds out a
 palm, on top of which rests a tiny, brilliantly colored creature clutching a
 single gold coin.
 That's a dragon," you say dumbly. "One piece.. and a dragon."
 "Yes."
 You cautiously reach out and attempt to take your change. You tug. It
 holds. You tug harder. The dragon lets loose a tiny, protective growl
 "Ma'am-no, ma'am, you have to take the dragon, too."
 "Sorry?"
 "Not from around here, are
 The seller notes your dubious expression.
 ya?" They shrug. "Them's the rules. Take the coin, take the dragon."
 They wait expectantly. Wondering how the world has so suddenly gone
 mad, you slowly, slowly hold out your hand
 The dragon perks right up. It scampers from their palm to yours with the
 coin clamped in its jaws and scales your sleeve with sharp little claws.
 "Have a nice day, ma'am, the merchant says, "Spend him soon, now, you
 hear? At another booth, if you can. He likes to travel
 From its perch upon your shoulder, the dragon lets out a happy trill
 bdubs8807
 Bonus: the coin eventually passes to the rogue in a group of travelling
 adventurers. The dragon becomes the mascot of the entire group, and
 they lay out a small pile of coins for him to sleep on every night, clutching
 his coin like a teddy bear
 Source: wniting-prompt-s
 22.149 notes
<p>The Tiniest Dragon via /r/wholesomememes <a href="http://ift.tt/2squnHj">http://ift.tt/2squnHj</a></p>

<p>The Tiniest Dragon via /r/wholesomememes <a href="http://ift.tt/2squnHj">http://ift.tt/2squnHj</a></p>

Apparently, Bad, and Beef: Florida Youngster Gets Trapped Inside of a Stuffed Toy Vending Machine @balleralert Florida Youngster Gets Trapped Inside of a Stuffed Toy Vending Machine - blogged by: @ashleytearra ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ On Wednesday, a young child was trapped inside of an arcade-style claw machine at a Florida restaurant, Fox News reports. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ According to Titusville Fire and Emergency Services, a little boy, by the name of Mason, was enjoying a nice evening of dinner out at the Beef O’Brady’s restaurant, with his family, when he suddenly ended up on the inside of the establishment's stuffed toy machine. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Reportedly, Mason wanted one of the toys for himself, and he wasted no time in going to get what he wanted... literally. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ "This evening, little Mason was enjoying some food and decided [that] he wanted a stuffed animal," the emergency department wrote on their Facebook page. "He wanted it so bad [that] he climbed into the game to get that toy!" ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Apparently, Mason was unable to come back out the same way that he had entered. But, thankfully, at the time, an off-duty firefighter spotted the boy and quickly contacted his colleagues at the station. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ When rescuers arrived, it took no more than five minutes to get the youngster out of the machine. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ During the whole rescue process, officials described Mason to be very cooperative and said that he was “never under any distress." ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Subsequently, he managed to return to the dinner table... safe and sound. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ As for the machine, it only sustained a couple of minor damages.
Apparently, Bad, and Beef: Florida Youngster Gets Trapped
 Inside of a Stuffed Toy Vending
 Machine
 @balleralert
Florida Youngster Gets Trapped Inside of a Stuffed Toy Vending Machine - blogged by: @ashleytearra ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ On Wednesday, a young child was trapped inside of an arcade-style claw machine at a Florida restaurant, Fox News reports. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ According to Titusville Fire and Emergency Services, a little boy, by the name of Mason, was enjoying a nice evening of dinner out at the Beef O’Brady’s restaurant, with his family, when he suddenly ended up on the inside of the establishment's stuffed toy machine. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Reportedly, Mason wanted one of the toys for himself, and he wasted no time in going to get what he wanted... literally. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ "This evening, little Mason was enjoying some food and decided [that] he wanted a stuffed animal," the emergency department wrote on their Facebook page. "He wanted it so bad [that] he climbed into the game to get that toy!" ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Apparently, Mason was unable to come back out the same way that he had entered. But, thankfully, at the time, an off-duty firefighter spotted the boy and quickly contacted his colleagues at the station. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ When rescuers arrived, it took no more than five minutes to get the youngster out of the machine. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ During the whole rescue process, officials described Mason to be very cooperative and said that he was “never under any distress." ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Subsequently, he managed to return to the dinner table... safe and sound. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ As for the machine, it only sustained a couple of minor damages.

Florida Youngster Gets Trapped Inside of a Stuffed Toy Vending Machine - blogged by: @ashleytearra ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ On Wednesday, a young chi...

Bless Up, Cars, and Driving: Was trying to sneak a photo when this pretty girl suddenly turned around and flashed me this big smile @DrSmashlove Reddit u/erisedwild So yesterday bruv I was driving and my windshield wiper fluid ran out. Bro I done told y’all before, I don’t know about cars. I’m good at a few very specific things. Being handy ain’t one of them. So after some momentary panic, I hit the market and buy some wiper fluid. Then I consulted my rock. My confidante. My soulmate: Google 😍. First I had to know where’s the button in my car to pop the hood. Googled 🤗. Then I had to figure out where is that stick that props up the hood! Googled 😁. Finally, “where do I put wiper fluid”. Googled that but this time the google assistant wanna pop up like “Look for the large plastic cap in the lower left hand corner. Also, our algorithm indicates that You Might Like: ‘how to freshen your Nani naturally with Organic Lavender 🌷’, ‘Kylie’s New Perfectly Pregnant Eye Shadow - Reviews and On-Skin Test!’ and ‘Cosmopolitan: 17 Ways to Blow his Mind in Bed!’” And by then I’m like “U KNOW WHAT GOOGLE ENUF OF U TODAY GOODBYE ASF 😂”. And that got me thinking 🤔. What happened before Google? In the 1980s, what if I pulled over and didn’t know how to fill my wiper fluid? Simple. I’d pull over. I’d fiddle with my hood for 45 minutes while my girl stay in the car, worried for her life. Then a nice redneck man would pull over in a pickup... [to continue the story y’all gotta chune in to Part 2, bless up! 😂😂😂]
Bless Up, Cars, and Driving: Was trying to sneak a photo when this
 pretty girl suddenly turned around and
 flashed me this big smile
 @DrSmashlove
 Reddit u/erisedwild
So yesterday bruv I was driving and my windshield wiper fluid ran out. Bro I done told y’all before, I don’t know about cars. I’m good at a few very specific things. Being handy ain’t one of them. So after some momentary panic, I hit the market and buy some wiper fluid. Then I consulted my rock. My confidante. My soulmate: Google 😍. First I had to know where’s the button in my car to pop the hood. Googled 🤗. Then I had to figure out where is that stick that props up the hood! Googled 😁. Finally, “where do I put wiper fluid”. Googled that but this time the google assistant wanna pop up like “Look for the large plastic cap in the lower left hand corner. Also, our algorithm indicates that You Might Like: ‘how to freshen your Nani naturally with Organic Lavender 🌷’, ‘Kylie’s New Perfectly Pregnant Eye Shadow - Reviews and On-Skin Test!’ and ‘Cosmopolitan: 17 Ways to Blow his Mind in Bed!’” And by then I’m like “U KNOW WHAT GOOGLE ENUF OF U TODAY GOODBYE ASF 😂”. And that got me thinking 🤔. What happened before Google? In the 1980s, what if I pulled over and didn’t know how to fill my wiper fluid? Simple. I’d pull over. I’d fiddle with my hood for 45 minutes while my girl stay in the car, worried for her life. Then a nice redneck man would pull over in a pickup... [to continue the story y’all gotta chune in to Part 2, bless up! 😂😂😂]

So yesterday bruv I was driving and my windshield wiper fluid ran out. Bro I done told y’all before, I don’t know about cars. I’m good at a ...

Crying, Family, and Life: Anonymous said U're probably only wearing a scarf cuz ur hair's ugly... how u gonna prove I'm wrong without breaking the rules of ur religion hm? <p><a href="http://thebootydiaries.tumblr.com/post/158682223932/tears-fill-my-eyes-as-i-read-the-words-on-my" class="tumblr_blog">thebootydiaries</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p>Tears fill my eyes as I read the words on my screen. The world seems to stop spinning for the slightest second as I re-read the anonymous message over and over again, gripping on to the hope that the words will magically disappear. But they didn’t. Anon had done it; they’d figured out that the only way to make me take off my hijab was to call my hair ugly. My one weakness. </p> <p>A tear streams down my left cheek. </p> <p>Eight years of academy hijab training…wasted. I had to prove this extremely relevant and good-looking anonymous person wrong, I cared too much about what they thought. How could I live my life knowing that there is one person out there who thinks probably my hair is ugly maybe? How could I look myself in the mirror? How could I face my family? My shoulders shook as I cried silently, and my chair squeaked ever so slightly at the vibrations; as if it, too, was crying in sorrow.</p> <p>It wasn’t until that moment that the second part of the message dawned on me… how <i>would</i> I prove them wrong without breaking the rules? Was it really against the rules? I reach into my hijab and pull out a scroll. At the very top, in cursive jet-black inked letters, the word ‘Rules’ stares back at me. My heart is racing as my eyes frantically read the scroll. <br/></p> <p><i>‘Rule #1: no killing people,’</i> it reads. I let out a whimper. There go my evening plans. <br/></p> <p>Suddenly, my eye catches the next words. The scroll is rustling in my trembling hands as I turn my face away, tears spraying out of my eyes like the spit of a white person as they try to justify racism. The cursive words felt more like a curse of words, vivid and refusing to disappear as if I were still staring at them even through my closed eyes.</p> <p><i>Rule #2: don’t show ur hair girl it’s ugly lmaooooo</i></p> </blockquote> <p>“The cursive words felt more like a curse of words” I am SCREAMING</p>
Crying, Family, and Life: Anonymous said
 U're probably only wearing a scarf cuz
 ur hair's ugly... how u gonna prove I'm
 wrong without breaking the rules of ur
 religion hm?
<p><a href="http://thebootydiaries.tumblr.com/post/158682223932/tears-fill-my-eyes-as-i-read-the-words-on-my" class="tumblr_blog">thebootydiaries</a>:</p>
<blockquote>
<p>Tears fill my eyes as I read the words on my screen. The world seems to stop spinning for the slightest second as I re-read the anonymous message over and over again, gripping on to the hope that the words will magically disappear. But they didn’t. Anon had done it; they’d figured out that the only way to make me take off my hijab was to call my hair ugly. My one weakness. </p>
<p>A tear streams down my left cheek. </p>
<p>Eight years of academy hijab training…wasted. I had to prove this extremely relevant and good-looking anonymous person wrong, I cared too much about what they thought. How could I live my life knowing that there is one person out there who thinks probably my hair is ugly maybe? How could I look myself in the mirror? How could I face my family? My shoulders shook as I cried silently, and my chair squeaked ever so slightly at the vibrations; as if it, too, was crying in sorrow.</p>
<p>It wasn’t until that moment that the second part of the message dawned on me… how <i>would</i> I prove them wrong without breaking the rules? Was it really against the rules? I reach into my hijab and pull out a scroll. At the very top, in cursive jet-black inked letters, the word ‘Rules’ stares back at me. My heart is racing as my eyes frantically read the scroll. <br/></p>
<p><i>‘Rule #1: no killing people,’</i> it reads. I let out a whimper. There go my evening plans. <br/></p>
<p>Suddenly, my eye catches the next words. The scroll is rustling in my trembling hands as I turn my face away, tears spraying out of my eyes like the spit of a white person as they try to justify racism. The cursive words felt more like a curse of words, vivid and refusing to disappear as if I were still staring at them even through my closed eyes.</p>
<p><i>Rule #2: don’t show ur hair girl it’s ugly lmaooooo</i></p>
</blockquote>

<p>“The cursive words felt more like a curse of words” I am SCREAMING</p>

<p><a href="http://thebootydiaries.tumblr.com/post/158682223932/tears-fill-my-eyes-as-i-read-the-words-on-my" class="tumblr_blog">thebootydi...