“You cannot keep operating on the assumption that they’re some fragile, little thing in need of your protection!”
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“You cannot keep operating on the assumption that they’re some fragile, little thing in need of your protection!”
Today's Daily Dad, Who's Going In The Daily Dad Zone, Is Mr. Lodge [Archie Comics]. Mr. Lodge Is A Bit Over-Protective Of Who Her Daughter Dates, But He Is Able To See When Archie Is A Good Suiter & Allows Him His Blessing
Voltron 5+1 Fic Idea
I wanna read a 5+1 fic where it’s the 5 times the male members of Voltron were over-protective of Pidge, and the 1 time they need her to save their asses.
Keith: Sees an alien holding Pidge’s chin and there are tears streaming down her face so he jumps in all gung-ho and slams the alien against the wall and is like “What did you do to her!” and Pidge is like “Woah Keith, chill, my eyes just don’t agree with alien contacts.”
Lance: Aliens on a planet start explaining their mating rituals to the team quite explicitly or something, and they want to know about human mating rituals and Lance tries to keep Pidge away from the discussion to spare her young ears so she sic-burns with this whammy “pretty sure I know more about human mating rituals than you Lance, stop covering my ears.”
Hunk: At an alien party Pidge’s face turns red after eating something and she starts hack-coughing and Hunk is immediately like “OMG DID YOU POISON HER!” like, he’s ready to start shooting, and Pidge like “Umm, no I just wanted to try the spiciest thing they had for science and it was super spicy.” And Hunk is like, “Oh …can I have some?”
Shiro: On a mission Pidge says over the coms “uh oh, I got company hang on a sec, won’t be a tick,” and then Coran says that there are 15 hostiles clustered at Pidge’s position, so Shiro immediately freaks out and abandons what he’s meant to be doing to run back and help her, but by the time he gets there she’s defeated all the enemies and he isn’t needed. “Sheesh impatient much Shiro? I told you it would only take a tick. Ye of little faith.”
Coran: After a routine physical check gets concerned that Pidge seems to be losing blood once a month and suggests that maybe she needs to be put in a healing pod to fix whatever is wrong with her so Pidge explains the biology of the human reproductive system and the look on his face is the same as when Lance milks the cow. Internally screaming *why are earth beings so weird and grossss* (fun fact, only like half a dozen species even have periods, most mammals just reabsorb the nutrients of the lining of the womb rather than expelling it and I imagine Alteans do this lol I wish we did too, would be way less messy)
Pidge: All the boys get captured by the Galra or something and she single-handedly fights through a squadron with green to rescue them and they are all forced to accept that she is in fact the most badass.
THE END
“剥がし”
"Piss off”
I'm honestly such a jealous, over-protective, and annoying girlfriend 🙄😒😭
My parents scorned the unenlightened, Never punished with the rod. It was enough to make me frightened, Guilty and ashamed whene'er I trod Across the line they'd drawn: the border. The more I grew, the more the errors; The less I understood of my disorcer I only knew I had great terrors Whenever things went wrong. It couldn't Be my folks who'd spilt the cup! I'd surely done what good kids shouldn't, And this my job: to clean things up, But I could never grasp the handle, Move the mess, or make things better-- I couldn't see, by tallow candle, The puddle growing larger, wetter. So ignorant and ill prepared Was I--the faults were all my own. Was this the world my folks had shared? From Oz to Kansas I'd been blown By hostile cyclone, force of Nature; Colors leached to gloomy sepia, I changed from cheerful, smiling creature To cringing worm or something creepier Repeated failures reinforced The lesson, habit--It's my fault, In ev'ry case, the bubbles burst The rhymes broke down, on thistles caught And ripped--my life broke down in shreds. I hated who I had become The child I'd been was lost in dread, Forgotten in the rush of woe I spen tmy time in fear and worry Sometimes wond'ring where to go And sometimes struggling in a hurry, Getting tangled tighter in the snares I'd set myself, and moving not For who'd been caught so unawares As I, a bookish fool, was caught?
From "The Road from Self-Loathing to Self-Love," (Part 1) by
Joan Keating
Overprotectiveness oversimplifies the tough stuff of life - suffering, failure, relationships - and offers formulas instead of honest, contextualised answers. Discernment is transparent about the hazards of being human and teaches the full witness of Scripture, which is messy, complex , and, ultimately, wonderfully true.
David Kinnaman, You Lost Me, p.104
Is it possible that our cultural fixation on safety and protectiveness has also had a profound effect on the church's ability to disciple the next generation of Christians? Are we preparing them for a life of risk, adventure and service to God - a God who asks that they lay down their lives for His Kingdom? Or are we churning out safe, compliant Christian kids who are either chomping at the bit to get free or huddling in the basement playing World of Warcraft for hours on end, terrified to step outdoors?
David Kinnaman, You Lost Me, p.97