Once upon a time in a village, up in a castle far, far away there lived a King and a Queen with their son and daughter-Victor and Victoria. 

The village was perfect! Everyone had a job, everybody was happy and there was no worries..except one. In the highest mountain, in the deepest cave lived the meanest, ugliest, flying dragon.

Every full moon the dragon would fly out of his cave and wreck everything in it’s path. It wrecked houses, bakeries, everything. It was only a matter of time before the dragon would reach the castle and destroy it.

The King became very worried and didn’t know what to do, so he ordered his only son, Victor to climb up the mountain and slay the dragon. 

Victor was always shy and scared of everything. When the King ordered him to slay the dragon Victor was terrified and hid in the forest. The King ordered all the women to stay inside until he could think of another way to slay the dragon.

Victoria saw how worried and upset her father looked. She wanted to help. Victoria was always smart and strong. She knew with her skills she could get rid of the dragon. Victoria went to her father and told him she could defeat the dragon.

“Father, I can go up in the mountain and I can get rid of the dragon. I have a sword and with my skills-” 

“No Victoria, you’re a woman, you must stay here and stay away from that beast. I will figure something out. Now go gather the chickens up..tonight is a full moon.”

There was no time to convince her father, she knew what she had to do. She gathered all the tools and weapons she would need and secretly she snuck out of the castle and up to the highest mountain where the dragon lay.

Victoria finally reached the mountain and she could hear the dragon breathing. She snuck into his cave, quietly. The dragon was sleeping; as he slept she inspected the dragon. She noticed on the dragon’s on the dragon’s neck there was three arrows.

“No wonder this dragon is mad all time, it has arrows in its neck, theres no need for it to be killed.” She carefully climb on the dragon and up to the neck and one by one the arrows came out. Victoria leaped off the dragon and the dragon woke up. The dragon spoke, “Thank you my Lady.”

“You’re welcome.”

“I can take you down the mountain.”

Victoria climbed on the dragon and the dragon flew down to the castle. When the King saw this he was in shock. Victoria explained how the dragon was in pain and now it’s a peaceful dragon. The King never doubted any woman again. All woman were treated equal from then on and they were never doubted of any abilities. Men were treated like they were better than woman. Everyone was treated equal, even the dragon.

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As seen on Facebook. (posted by Homestead Survival)

A sweet lesson on patience. 

A NYC Taxi driver wrote:

I arrived at the address and honked the horn. After waiting a few minutes I honked again. Since this was going to be my last ride of my shift I thought about just driving away, but instead I put the car in park and walked up to the door and knocked.. ‘Just a minute’, answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.

After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90’s stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940’s movie.

By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets.

There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard
box filled with photos and glassware.

‘Would you carry my bag out to the car?’ she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman.

She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.

She kept thanking me for my kindness. ‘It’s nothing’, I told her.. ‘I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother to be treated.’

‘Oh, you’re such a good boy, she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address and then asked, ‘Could you drive
through downtown?’

‘It’s not the shortest way,’ I answered quickly..

‘Oh, I don’t mind,’ she said. ‘I’m in no hurry. I’m on my way to a hospice.

I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. ‘I don’t have any family left,’ she continued in a soft voice..’The doctor says I don’t have very long.’ I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.

‘What route would you like me to take?’ I asked.

For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator.

We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.

Sometimes she’d ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.

As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, ‘I’m tired.Let’s go now’.
We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico.

Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move.
They must have been expecting her.

I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.

‘How much do I owe you?’ She asked, reaching into her purse.

‘Nothing,’ I said

‘You have to make a living,’ she answered.

‘There are other passengers,’ I responded.

Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug.She held onto me tightly.

‘You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,’ she said. ‘Thank you.’

I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light.. Behind me, a door shut.It was the sound of the closing of a life..

I didn’t pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day,I could hardly talk.What if that woman had gotten an angry driver,or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?

On a quick review, I don’t think that I have done anything more important in my life.

We’re conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments.

But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.

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I will always reblog this

DONT FORGET:

Brendon Urie broke his ankle on the stairs to the stage and played the rest of the set hopping, and got bottled in the eye with a glass bottle, went unconsious, got up and continued the set.

reblogged like five times

Real men forever proving that Justin Bieber is a little bitch.

HOW ABOUT WHEN PETE WENTZ BROKE HIS LEG AFTER JUMPING OFF THE STAGE SPEAKER AND LANDING ON IT.

The video of Andy is crazy

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what the actual fuck

im scare 

what

why

that was frightening.

it was fine until that goddamn creature of hell came out.

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