Good Vibes Only

theexperimentingdetective:

Hades: *sitting outside a cafe, enjoying coffee and a newspaper* 
Cerberus: *sitting at his feet people-watching*

*A thud against the other side of the window they’re sitting beside makes them both look up*

Persephone, inside the cafe with both palms flat against the window and her face too close to the glass: CAN I PET YOUR DOG? 

(via missmayimurderyou)

galaxyslime:

galaxyslime:

breadisticks:

galaxyslime:

swear words are illegal now. if you say one you’ll be fined.

heck

you’re on thin fucking ice

oh no

(via floofy-pupper)

radsteminist:

notcisjustwoman:

ive-got-a-dark-side:

lotrlocked:

get-your-ass-in-the-impala:

smurflewis:

gaysfinest:

Don’t tell your daughter that when a boy is mean or rude to her it’s because he has a crush on her. Don’t teach her that abuse is a sign of love.

My mom always taught me yell or fight back. Boys would be mean and I would yell back. I would get my ass pinched and I would smack them as hard as I could.

Who alway got in trouble? Me.

They would call my mother and she always came in and lectures my teachers and threatened to sue for making her miss work and treating me poorly.

She always taught my brothers to respect women. The only fights my brothers ever got in was defending women from someone else.

The school tried to call my father once instead of my mother on us. He came in in his full preacher outfit (being a preacher and all) and gave them an entire sermon on what would Jesus day of he was called in. They decided dealing with my mom was better.

I think my favorite story of this is when some kid snapped my bra and I turned around, didn’t even think about it, and punched that little motherfucker right in the nose.

So naturally, I end up in the principal’s office, refusing to apologize. 

“He shouldn’t have put his hands on me and I wouldn’t have hit him!” That’s the only thing I was saying.

These people had the unfortunate luck of catching my dad at home, instead of my mom. So he comes fucking sauntering in there, like he’s Clint fucking Eastwood in some western movie and looks at me. 

“Melissa, did you punch him?” 

“Yes.” I said. 

“Why?” 

“Because he snapped my bra strap.” 

And he turns his squinty eyed glare to the principal and says, “You’re telling me my daughter is in trouble because that squirrely looking kid put his hands on her and she chose to defend herself? That’s what you are saying to me.” 

“Well, sir-” The man kind of stuttered because my dad is kind of intimidating in the quiet sort of way that kind of whispers in the back of your mind that this person could be dangerous. “Melissa did make it physical.” 

“No. That kid put his hands on my daughter. Are you saying my daughter cannot defend herself when some boy decides to put hands on her? Is that what you are teaching my girl?” 

I didn’t get suspended that day.  

*slow clap for excellent parenting*

This is the parent I want to be omg

My parents ruled the school administrators with an iron fist and I love them for it.

When I become a parent, this will be me. Damn if I’ll let someone touch my daughter like that and get away with it.

(via satellitesandarchitects)

pursuitofhapppinessss:

ten-and-donna:

dustbats:

I’m on medication that can make me spacey af, which can be a problem when I’m driving–like yesterday, for example, when my best friend was trying to help me avoid a pothole

he said “to the left,” and I just mumbled “take it back now y'all” and hit the pothole straight on

Literally crying

this is my favorite post on this website

(via satellitesandarchitects)