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Virtually every dog relishes a loving scratch behind the ears and some sweet, vocal praise. But dogs identified as pit bulls get a bad reputation and a lot less love.

Try not to cry as you read the full stories behind these heroic pit bulls here. 

Love that someone made this.

i didn’t think i’d cry at the stories but i’m a goddamn mess

Maintenance: Emergency Call


An emergency message sets your pager off toward the beginning of your shift.

EMERGENCY: Lights are off in Brimstone. Requesting Lucky 38 maintenance assistance. Additional 100 caps will be offered after work is completed.

Will you accept this job?

Once Robin received the news she put on her Robco jumpsuit and made her way to Gomorrah. 

Robin did her best to avoid looking at the “workers” there as she made her way down stairs to Brimstone.

Once there she used her flash light to checked out the outside of the breaker box. It looked normal so she decided to check to see if the problem was coming from inside.

Robin unscrewed the screws to the panel of the breaker box and removed the panel. Robin peeked her flashlight  inside and a sudden spark caused Robin to jump.

Realizing she would need to turn off the power to safely check out the problem Robin asked the manager of Gomorrah if they could turn the power of for a few minutes.

After the power was out Robin returned to the breaker box and found out that a fuse had been blown.

She removed the old cartridge and placed in a new one. After double checking to make sure that no clips where loose Robin began a test run









Lisa Simpson at Stuff-n-Hug

This really says a LOT

simpsons is so next level

I took my girls shopping for some summer clothes Saturday. T-shirts, jeans, shorts. They both love Marvel and superheroes and transformers and Hogwarts and stuff like that. Not so much pink and pretty stuff. They’ve both grown so much that this was the first time we were shopping in the grown up women’s section. Boring selections when it comes to t-shirts. Flowers and zebras and butterflies.

But what was making it near impossible was that all the t-shirts, the few they kinda-sorta liked, had either low/wide cut necklines or were extremely tailored for nipped in waists with little cap sleeves and short hemlines. Showing way too much skin for their ages as far as we all were concerned. So we headed over to the men’s section. A whole WALL full of properly cut tees with great designs on them!

They ran over and started hunting up things they liked. Two women were stocking shelves. 

"You know these are MEN’S shirts."

"The girl’s section is over there."

"There’s not gonna be any Princesses over here, darlin’."

"These shirts are for the boys."

"This isn’t going to fit you right, honey."

I ignored the first time one of them said anything. Just told the girls what sizes they needed to look for and that they could each pick five shirts. But the women kept interrupting me. I tried to stay polite. “Yes, I know this is the men’s department.” But they kept making comments.

Finally I was getting mad. I told them we didn’t need any help. My girls were allowed to wear whatever they liked and they didn’t like the shirt designs in the women’s section and I didn’t like how low the necklines were.

Instead of just noticing that I was getting fed up with their “help”, they started arguing with me! One of them told my oldest, who is conventionally cute and skinny and starting to fill out (but still only 12), that “Oh that’s just because he’s your daddy. He doesn’t understand that a girl wants to show off for the boys!”

That was the last straw. I’m afraid I totally lost my temper. I told them (amongst a few other choice words) that they’d better walk away and come back to finish restocking the shelves once we’d left the area or I’d get the manager.

I try hard not to be rude to sales people and people in the service industry. That’s a difficult and thankless job. But for fuck’s sake! The first few comments were bad enough, but trying to undermine my moral authority with my kids? All in the name of  gender and sexuality policing. They couldn’t get past the idea that my girls might prefer t-shirts that had “boy” designs on them and that didn’t hyper-sexualize them. The idea was abhorrent to them and they had to interfere and then KEEP interfering.

Once our sales “help” was gone, the girls found a bunch of shirts. Captain America, Minecraft, Doctor Who, Batman, Avengers. All the stuff they’re into. I mean, they also like MLP and Littlest Pet Shop and soft fluffy stuffed animals and Monster High dolls. We hit the toy section too for some of that stuff cos they brought their saved-up allowances with them. 

At least we didn’t get any “help” in the shoe section. They’d’ve had a cow again cos while the youngest found a cute pair of pink and purple sneakers, I ‘let’ the oldest go to the men’s section and find a cool pair of dark blue and grey ones. (and omg their feet are huge! youngest wears a women’s size 9.5 and oldest wars a men’s 8. FFS, I wear a men’s 8.5. Their feet are almost as big as mine! How’d that happen?)

I hate this gender policing shit and won’t put up with it at all. I always feel for kids whose parents enforce this shit. I see it at stores when a girl or boy strays outside the lines, too often the parents are the one who pull them back into their place and it makes me sad.

Like, their friends who are boys, when they’re over at our house, they sit there and play with the girl toys as much as the boy toys. One of the boys loves playing LPS with my youngest, making up stories and stuff. The first time I walked out into the playroom and saw, he got so nervous and tried to say that he was just doing it to be nice to her. I told him that it was fine. He could play with whatever he wanted to and I wouldn’t tell anyone. Word got around to the other boys I guess cos now they all play whatever and don’t stop if I “catch” them.

I get shit from my mom about it too. I’m trying to make them into little boys. I shouldn’t have bought them trucks and toy swords when they were little. The oldest needs to learn to start wearing dresses now not just blue jeans. Why did I ‘let’ her get her hair cut short? I need to put the youngest on a diet and make her wear training bras. Why do I let them play with boys? etc etc etc. 


I just find it so hard to believe that it’s the 21st century and people are still getting their knickers in a twist over this kind of thing.

^^^^ This man deserves a dad of the year award. ^^^^

Yes he does

It just tells you how things are fucked up in some countries. Here, some of us don’t give a shit what you wear. Women or men’s clothes. It doesn’t really matter. And if someone does give a single shit and starts butting in, you can always tell them to fuck off. Hell it’s your right to.

thevaultcitydweller asked:

He looked down at the Little girl. "Uhmm. Hi?"








Robin looked up at the older man. She was scared at first since Robbie had told her to not talk to strangers.

" Hello." Robin shyly responded. She wiped the dirt off of her pink dress and stood on her feet looking at the man.


" It hit their plane. Poof, they where gone." Robin said

"Planes Haven’t existed for 200 years though….." He then scratched at his head

" They haven’t?" Robin asked confused.

"I’m Pretty sure" He stated confused aswell

" Okay." Robin replied still a bit confused at what the stranger had said. Robin looked at the vault suit the other was wearing. " Whats that? Is it some sort of space suit? Robin gasp in excitement. " Are you an astronot?" She questioned with excitement

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