About three things I was absolutely positive. First, I had a pokemon. Second, there was a part of me - and I didn’t know how dominant that part might be - that wanted to be the very best, like no one ever was. Third, Gary Oak was unconditionally and irrevocably a douchenozzle.
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How old are you?
How long have you been ten?
HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN TEN
Misty looked at Ash, his breathing still heavy from carrying her on his bike as fast as he could through the long grass outside of Pallet Town.
“You’re eyes are impossibly huge and black,” Misty said. “Your hair is… incredibly pointy, and doesn’t need product. Your face changes size and shape based on your feelings… and sometimes you speak like - like you’re from the 90’s. You never spend money on anything; you don’t go to the bathroom.”
The silence hung there, thick and heavy like a Snorlax blocking the bike path.
“How old are you?” Misty asked, not sure if she wanted to know.
“Ten,” Ash replied, with a slight smirk and an almost amused tone.
Misty new that wasn’t true. Ash wasn’t like the other boys her age. He wasn’t even like her older sisters who ran the gym in Cerulean City. He was wiser and his passion was genuine.
Ash didn’t just want to catch them all, he needed to. He was going to be the best there ever was no matter how long it took, which gave Misty this nagging in the back of her mind. She had to know for sure.
“How long have you been ten?” she asked. Her voice weak, knowing full well the answer could change everything she thought she knew.
“A while…” Ash said. His voice trailing off, as if he were losing himself in a flood of memories.
Misty let out a faint gasp. She knew now. She was certain.
“I know what you are,” she declared, as if whatever had been holding her back from accepting the truth, finally let go of her hand and let her fall right down the Diglett hole.
Ash eyes were alive now, flickering like the flame on a Charmander’s tale.
He stared right into her and said, ”Say it… out loud. Say it.”
Misty’s heart was pounding louder than the thud of a Marowak’s bone club attack.
Despite the now eerily silent meadow, she could barely be heard as she whispered, “Pokemon Trainer.”
I AM SO DONE WITH YOU PEOPLE
OMIGOSH I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH THIS MADE MY YEAR OMG
“Pikachu,” said Pikachu
my mom asked why i don’t read as many books as i used to and i just said it was because i read a lot of unpublished stories from independent writers online and she thinks that’s very good of me to give undiscovered authors a chance
i just read gay porn
This should be on every billboard across the world until people truly understand it’s meaning and everyone accepts everyone else as equals
This is perfect wow
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To the ones who just started following me:
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The room came to be known as Starks Secret Stash of Steve.
Steve was the only one who didn’t know about it.
Men Experiencing Labor Pains
With their wives supporting them.
HAHAHHAHAHA TOO GOOD
I bet a kick in the balls would feel real good right about then.
“Men can handle anything”
“Women exaggerate everything”
And then they realized just how wrong they were
i was giggling so sadistically ahahaha
two brave men brought to their knees oh man I was wincing with them >.<
to anyone who is utterly isolated and doesn’t know about tuesdays this must be the most confusing gifset like ok this attractive guy is eating a taco and now another attractive guy waking up was he dreaming about the taco did the taco guy wake him up how was he sitting at the table if he was sleeping what do these gifs have to do with each other
I was expecting the text to explain, not further confuse me.
[muffled heat of the moment in the distance]
so I started doodling in my math notes and it ended up being r-18 Spamano…My teacher caught me and sent me down to the principal’s office in disgust. However, when I faced the principal with the picture I drew she simply said “I’m more of a GerIta person, but this is lovely” and sent me out of the office…MY PRINCIPAL IS A HETALIA FAN
so today i learned that in the late 1800s-early 1900s, the navy became concerned about possible homosexual activity among their sailors
so they sent in decoys, whose job was to pretend to want to engage in homosexual activity in order to find gay sailors
except then the job of the decoy got popular
like, really popular
like… worryingly popular?
reports said that the decoys were performing their jobs with “much enthusiasm and zeal”
eventually the navy decided. to. just stop.
I don’t believe we have properly introduced the Hannibal Fandom to the neighborhood. So the Whovians would like to welcome the Fannibals
-The Doctor Who Fandom
- The Hannibal Fandom
It’s nice having friends for dinner.
The Supernaturalists would like to invite you to have pie with us anytime.
- The Supernatural FandomAs long as we are not in the pie.
This cannot be guaranteed