August 1st, 2014

ocebutt:

dooptown:

i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again

YOU DO NOT NEED TO BRING YOUR GUN TO THE GROCERY STORE

how does america even function like it sounds like a video game or something. grand theft freedom.

(via there-was-a-girl)

July 31st, 2014

feferiden:

gingerhaze:

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This is the realest shit

(via there-was-a-girl)

precumming:

Wtf…

precumming:

Wtf…

(via jaimenorte)

spookbeast:

come on and slam

spookbeast:

come on and slam

(via jaimenorte)

  • Pokemon: The best way to play is to EV train, IV breed, choose party based on moveset and weakness, then-
  • Me: No, use the cute ones
  • Yugioh: You have to play strategically and use these OP car-
  • Me: nO.... The cUte oNeS
  • Animal Crossing: Its best to have a diversity of personality types in choosing your neighbo-
  • Me: THE CUTES

wicked-is-hella:

itseasytoremember:

I wonder if there are Quidditch “street rules” matches where everyone’s taking liquid luck and all spells are fair game

People have died and gone missing due to Quidditch as it is what are you doing

(via thewritersramblings)

nisfi:

searchingforknowledge:

poc-creators:

hamburgerjack:

folklaureate:


by Joshua Middleton


The hairdresser sighed, slamming down the shears.
“You didn’t tell me you had Hydras.”
“I don’t!” the Medusa promised..
“You have Hydras, Deliah, not snakes.”
The woman moaned and put her head in her hands, the stumpy, decapitated “snakes” growing back, now with two heads where there were one.
“You’ve got to go to a special hairdresser.”
“I just want a few less snakes!”
“You don’t have snakes, you’ve got Hydras. Is your Mother a Hydra?”
“My mother is a Naga, thanks.”
“I’m not saying it to be racist, I don’t have an issue with Hydras. My best friend is a Hydra.”
“…do you have any proof? Do you have a photo?”
The hairdresser Medusa shrugged, her frenzy of yellow snakes twisting themselves up into a hissy mohawk, then falling.
“Who do you recommend?”
“Any of the ladies at Heracles can hook you up. They’ve got special shears.” her snakes french braided themselves, then let themselves go, swirling into an up-do.
Deliah’s Hydras, her tiny Hydras, roared and spit some fire.
“Oh shit!” the Medusa said, backing up. “I’d get there right away!”
“Are they not supposed to do that?”
“Look honey… I do snakes and I do hair and sometimes I do Harpy Acrylics, okay? I am not qualified.”
Deliah got up, pouting. “I’m sorry Kida.”
“Mm hm.” the Medusa said, rounding her customer cautiously as the Hydras kept shooting fire. “Maybe they’re really dragons!”
Deliah dug in her purse. “Here, let me give you a tip.” She held out some bills and before Kida could grab them, the Hydra set them on fire.
They looked at each other and Deliah just left.
She had to get to Heracles right away. 

Oh god I LOVE THISSSSSSSSSSSSSS

So. much. CACKLING

sirenmouth !!!!!

nisfi:

searchingforknowledge:

poc-creators:

hamburgerjack:

folklaureate:

The hairdresser sighed, slamming down the shears.

“You didn’t tell me you had Hydras.”

“I don’t!” the Medusa promised..

“You have Hydras, Deliah, not snakes.”

The woman moaned and put her head in her hands, the stumpy, decapitated “snakes” growing back, now with two heads where there were one.

“You’ve got to go to a special hairdresser.”

“I just want a few less snakes!”

“You don’t have snakes, you’ve got Hydras. Is your Mother a Hydra?”

“My mother is a Naga, thanks.”

“I’m not saying it to be racist, I don’t have an issue with Hydras. My best friend is a Hydra.”

“…do you have any proof? Do you have a photo?”

The hairdresser Medusa shrugged, her frenzy of yellow snakes twisting themselves up into a hissy mohawk, then falling.

“Who do you recommend?”

“Any of the ladies at Heracles can hook you up. They’ve got special shears.” her snakes french braided themselves, then let themselves go, swirling into an up-do.

Deliah’s Hydras, her tiny Hydras, roared and spit some fire.

“Oh shit!” the Medusa said, backing up. “I’d get there right away!”

“Are they not supposed to do that?”

“Look honey… I do snakes and I do hair and sometimes I do Harpy Acrylics, okay? I am not qualified.”

Deliah got up, pouting. “I’m sorry Kida.”

“Mm hm.” the Medusa said, rounding her customer cautiously as the Hydras kept shooting fire. “Maybe they’re really dragons!”

Deliah dug in her purse. “Here, let me give you a tip.” She held out some bills and before Kida could grab them, the Hydra set them on fire.

They looked at each other and Deliah just left.

She had to get to Heracles right away. 

Oh god I LOVE THISSSSSSSSSSSSSS

So. much. CACKLING

sirenmouth !!!!!

(via thymoss)

July 30th, 2014

love (vol.1): a mix for your loved one (or your otp).

killing me softly and I’m still fallin’”.

(Source: cassiopeas, via interbellums)

americachavez:

headcanon: tony has tried to buy rhode island and rename it rhodey island multiple times

(via thewritersramblings)

banavalope:

okamidensetsu:

Pokemon X Nanoblock - Gangar (Gengar)

Excuse me I need this

(via jaimenorte)

To hell, to hell with balance! I break glasses; I want to burn, even if I break myself. I want to live only for ecstasy. I’m neurotic, perverted, destructive, fiery, dangerous - lava, inflammable, unrestrained.
Anaïs Nin  (via rabbitinthemoon)

(via thymoss)

asylum-art:

THE UNSEEN

Lauren Bowker of THE UNSEEN, an ink that changes color with the temperature of the air and the human body …

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Witches, like saints, are solitary stars that shine with a light of their own; they depend on nothing and no one, which is why they have no fear and plunge blindly into the abyss with the assurance that instead of crashing to earth, they will fly back out. They can change into birds and see the world from above, or worms to see it from within, they can inhabit other dimensions and travel to other galaxies, they are navigators on an infinite ocean of consciousness and cognition.
Isabel Allende, Paula (via rabbitinthemoon)

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