zooophagous:

Long ago in a kingdom by the Nile, a people cried out to their gods in anguish. A plague of rats, rats and mice and vermin of every shape, had devoured the grain and robbed the people of their dinners.

One god heard them, Bast, and tasted the meat and smoke of their offerings. She went up into the desert and found a pride of lions.

“Give unto me your smallest cub,” said the goddess, “that I may make an end of this plague.”

“Goddess,” said the lionesses, “surely you deserve the strongest and largest of our young for this divine mission.”

But Bast paid no heed, and took with her the weakling cub, so much smaller than her brothers and sisters.

“Blessed are thee, small daughter of the lionesses, above all others. Though you are small, you shall be brave. Once thought weak, you will be made strong, and entire kingdoms will sing songs of your greatness.”

And such is the wisdom of the gods, who make their greatest triumphs out of those who seem most unworthy. The small lion became a cat, with a goddesses blessing and a hunter’s heart, and soon the waters of the Nile ran red with the blood of the vermin.

For the smallest of lions is still a lion. For a small hunter is still a hunter. And the least among us are not to be underestimated.

highfemmee:

not to overdo this but. i love butches

and i don’t mean just bc they’re hot (which they are) but i love them for embracing themselves in a way they feel comfortable, for the beautiful and unique expression of lesbianism and gender that’s different between everyone

butches are so lovely. so lovely! thank you for existing as you do