#dontcallmebabe

[stephiewoodcock]

#dontcallmebabe #dontcallmebaby #fuckingpatronising #imafuckinggrownup #smashthepatriarchy #fuckthepatriarchy

[stephiewoodcock]

#dontcallmebabe #dontcallmebaby #fuckingpatronising #imafuckinggrownup #smashthepatriarchy #fuckthepatriarchy

[fruitbatfox]

I literally cannot express how skeevy and nervy I find it when someone I barely even know calls me gorgeous, beautiful or some other pet name instead of referring to me by my name. I'm sorry. But like who are you?

[midnightwellness]

It's going down for real! Off to the gym in my new #lovesweatfitness tank 😝 Ready to get sweaty! #eatsleepsweatrepeat #thatsmykettlebell #dontcallmebabe

[notmannotmonster-archived-blog]

//CLOSED// The Half Breed and the Runt

Some nights, some nights are made for running.         The clear sky,                     the blanket of stars                                  the moon full and bright. It calls to him as something might an old friend. And who is he to ignore it? Who is he to deny his instincts? The boundaries of his home have long been surpassed. His family has not followed him.                   They knew better.      Some nights he needed complete solitude.

Onward he speeds in the dark, stopping only when he has broken clear of the wood. Thick padded paws, sliding to a halt upon a ledge. The valley (at the far edge of which his home resided), stretches out far and dark beneath him. This is his kingdom. It is not much, it is not grand. Painfully small to many but it is his.

A howl long, and forlorn looses from his throat. Ears prick when the call was returned by several different alphas wolves. All was quiet, all was well, and the half breed snorts in affirmation. Only for a deep rolling growl to hitch up his features. A foreign scent, the like of which had not burned his senses in over a decade.

A chorus of howls and yips, pierce the still night air. Like lightening would an evening summer sky. A messages  passing from one throat to the next. And he had hears them all.           The broken cry for help.

                           The echoing threat of intruders.

The black furred creature is moving again instantly. Back the way he had come. Tearing up the dirt behind him. Uncaring of what damage he caused, or what animal he disturbs. His home and his family are being threatened. By those who should know better.                                     Werewolves.

Heavy feet sink into the forgiving dirt as he breaks through the tree line that surround the house like a battering ram. Planting himself between his furry family and the creatures that were much more his kind. Well at least half of his kind. Warning snarls, and dark growls left him like thunder. They had trespassed, and he would not give them leave to turn back a second time. 

The larger of the two heckled, and bore teeth; mere seconds before he lunged. It was over much sooner than perhaps it should have been. Bite and gouges, and claw marks now littering bloodied fur.  His breath come in thick clouds against the cooler air, as he rounds about to deal with the second. But no attack comes, the other werewolf turning tale and running. A sorrow and anger driven hollow echoing in its wake.

Tan, gold, and black mixed fur gives way to sun touched skin. Canine whining turning to groans of pain as he stumbles back from the other human form of the now dead were. He struggles to breathe, gashes and bites that just need time to heal weeping bloody droplets as shaky gain the porch of his house.

He hardly feels himself falling, his body connecting with the unforgiving  wood. The smaller creatures he'd fought the werewolf to protect, Crawling atop him to help keep him warm, to watch over him when he could not. At some point he loses his track of time,  and it is long into the next evening before he wakes again.

[thepetangelcastiel]

+dontcallmebabe

Dean had warned me to stay out of the polices sight but that's hard to do when a demon possesses somebody with connections. I sigh having just buried the body I was tired. 

[anomalouslifestyle]

If we aren't talking or dating, DONT call me babe. I ain't your babe.