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Cleaning, eating, sneezing, and being adorable - all in a dayâs work for a baby cheetah.Â

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I wish I was a carrot being freshly unearthed from the cool soil into the fresh morning air with dawn upon me
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. Sheâs normally really bubbly but she looked a little more subdued talking to him so I go over and loudly say âHey sweetheart, whoâs this?â And the guys just glares at me and she says âoh um his name is Justin.â And Iâm like âHi Justin, how do you know her?â And he gets nervous and is like âI just saw her jogging and thought Iâd give her pointers.â So I just kinda tilted my head and looked at him for a minute. He literally asked me âare you a cop or something? I havenât done anything wrong.â So I took her to the McDonaldâs near by, bought her something and had a talk about not talking to strangers. Low key Iâm 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 itâs 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.
Iâll 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
His first reaction was to go on the defensive and ask if she was a cop. HE WAS UP TO NO GOOD AND KNEW IT. That girl he was talking to was 12. TWELVE.
Be a nosey bitch til the day you die. No regrets.
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Me after thinking about something for three day straight: it⌠really isnât that serious
i go absolutely ape shit buck wild when people ask me if i want to run errands with them like Letâs Fucking Go. and my mind absolutely maxes out of dopamine when they ask if i wanna stop for coffee. and if someone took me to the park id go bonkers in funcking yonkers
i got so high last night that i started ghostwriting for a golden retriever apparently
Can we as millennials and gen-zâs collectively agree that NObody Cares about elbows on the table like Why was that Ever A Problem for Anyone?? We can chill right?
Lots of people donât want your help they just want to complain and have you justify their laziness. They feel entitled to wealth without putting the work in, never be like them.
TODAY I WAS RUNNING AND THIS MINIVAN DROVE PAST ME AND SOME LIKE 14 YEAR OLD BOY YELLED OUT THE WINDOW SOMETHING LIKE âRUN FAT ASSâ AND HIS MOTHER TURNED THE CAR AROUND AND MADE HIM RUN LIKE 5 BLOCKS WITH ME WHILE SHE DROVE NEXT TO US I ALMOST SLIPPED FROM LAUGHING SO HARD
this stupid fucking post got screenshotted and put on Facebook with my name blurred out and middle aged moms are praising it. Iâve successfully created a mom meme. I am no better than a minion. good bye.
You either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain

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thereâs this moment of awareness for a girl when she realizes her legs (and/or arms, armpits, upper lipâŚ) are unacceptable.
sheâs just minding her own business, bopping along, when maybe a classmate starts mocking her for having visible body hair. or she goes to a sleepover and someone points out that her legs look different from all the other girlsâ. or she walks in on her mom shaving and asks why, and the answer is âbecause a womanâs body looks nicer this way.â or maybe her mother or sister actually approaches her and says, âlooks like itâs time you learned to shave that jungle.â
the point is, the day before that realization, however it happened, the girl didnât give a shit about her hair. she put on shorts and tank tops without a second thought. she didnât feel unclean. she didnât feel like a monster when she looked in the mirror (at least not because of body hair). her hair didnât stop her from riding a bike or climbing a tree.
only after someone draws her attention to it does she start feeling self-conscious and wanting to remove it. removal, in this culture, is never a choice made free of coercion. itâs never born of a girlâs own naturally occurring desires. the seed of shame was planted in her by someone else (family, friends, bullies, magazines, razor commercials) and chances are that seed will stay with her forever- a sinking realization that her body can be wrong, that she can look ugly or dirty even when clean, that a thing she never even noticed about herself before should be a source of retroactive humiliation.
that feeling is like a scar. every time we look at it, the humiliation and judgment we experienced as kids comes rushing back and the little nasty patriarchal voice in our heads (the same one that says shit like âjesus youâre getting fat,â âugh why did you think you could pull off this outfit,â âgod who would ever want to touch THOSE boobs,â etc) says âugh, looks like itâs time I shaved that jungle.â and itâs just parroting back what weâve already been told.
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tbh the most unrealistic thing in harry potter is when mrs weasley in the first book asks ânow whatâs the platform number?â
like this woman has been going to that school for seven years and then dropped kids off on the same place for nearly ten like why on earth would she forget the platform number
I still have the headcanon that Molly BAMF Weasley saw a scrawny underfed child with an owl who had no idea where he was going and looked lost and confused and was like, âAh, yep, new son.â but didnât want to scare him by outright approaching and asking if he needed help so she was just like, âMUGGLES, MUGGLES EVERYWHERE! DOES ANYONE KNOW WHAT THE PLATFORM NUMBER TO WIZARD SCHOOL IS? WHATâS THAT? NINE AND THREE QUARTERS? OH, YES, THATâS RIGHT. THE PLATFORM NUMBER IS   N I N E  A N D  T H R E E   Q U A R T E R S!â
Of course seeing as how Harry isnât the most observant bloke, she probably ushered her kids past him fifty times as different ones screamed the platform number until they finally got his attention.
With that being said, and Iâm extremely sorry for taking over your post:
11:45:
They had just enough time to make it onto the platform, get their trunks loaded, and say their goodbyes. Molly ushered them all along, wishing that she could just Apparate them all onto the train and be done with it. There was too much to do, too much to say, too mâ
All at once, she screeched to a halt. Percy crashed into her, causing the twins to snicker.
A tiny boy was being crossly turned away by a security guard. A boy whose ribs poked through his baggy shirt, whose glasses were broken, whose jaw was trembling as he tried to find his way. Well, surely she could be the person to guide him there? And did he� Yes! He had an owl! He was one of them!
The poor child; he looked so lost.
Where were his parents?
Never mind, never mind. She would see to it that he would get on the train. But she had to be careful. She couldnât startle him. Heâd run off and that would be the end of it. No, no, they had to be crafty.
11:47 AM:
âPacked with Muggles of course,â Molly said loudly, ushering her very confused children past the boy. âWhatâs the platform number again?â
âNine and three quarters,â Percy said. âMother, how could you have forgâ?â
It was George who nudged him as he understood what she was doing. She had done it before, after all, and she would do it again.
Unfortunately, it didnât work.
The boy didnât seem to notice them.
11:48 AM:
âPacked with Muggles of course,â said Molly again, marching her children past once more. âWhatâs the platform number?â
âNine and three quarters,â Fred and George screamed in unison.
And still the boy remained lost.
11:49 AM:
âMum,â Ron panted, tripping over himself as he ran to keep up with her. âSlow down!â
Molly ignored him as she practically flew past the poor boy. âPacked with Muggles of course! Now, whatâs the platform number?â
âNine and three quarters,â Ron bellowed.
11:50 AM:
Molly honestly didnât care if her entire family missed the train and she had to set off across the UK herself like a mother leading a flock of ducklings: she was going to help this boy onto the bloody train.
She marched past him with a fiery determination and said, âPacked with Muggles of course!â
The boy looked up.
Yes! Okay, this was it, this was it, this was it. Play it cool. He was following them. Listening. Pretending not to.
They stopped.
âNow,â Molly said. âWhatâs the platform number?â
âNine and three quarters,â piped Ginny.
Victory!
The next nine minutes were a whirlwind of chaos but they managed to get the boy through the barrier. At Mollyâs insistence, Fred and George popped up and helped him get his trunk into the compartment. She handed Ron an extra sandwich and muttered, âTell him that everywhere else was full.â
He dutifully nodded.
As the train took off, she waved to her children, including her newest one.
Bristling with pride, she began to head back to the Burrow. There was simply no time to waste. She had a jumper to knit.
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you ever wonder how many people youâre in the âweâre friends but i would kiss you if you askedâ club with
why were dinosaurs âboys cultureâ in elementary?? why did we designate the giant extinct reptiles for one specific gender, what the fuck
why were horses for girls, both these creatures are equally terrifying and yet we write Pony Detective books for girls and give plastic toy dinos to boys
why do we do this, why are we like this, why were dinosaurs for boys smh
Itâs time to stop segregating nature by gender. When the dinosaurs come back theyâre gonna kill us all equally and indiscriminately anyways.
equal opportunity carnage