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"Tell the chef, the beer is on me."
I chime in with a “Haven’t you people ever heard of checking a goddamn source?”
No, it’s much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of smug irrationality.
SHIT IT FITS
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.
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.”
Woah…Karen Kavett made this image after I said to her “Wouldn’t it be hilarious if the cover of twilight was a pokeball instead of an apple.” I had no idea it had now been reblogged 150,000 times. This makes me feel weird. I don’t even know how it got out into the world…did I blog it? I can prove it was Karen though, because I have the High Res version!
Huge thumbs up to the comments on this though.
i don’t want to live in a world where i’m not allowed to enjoy both Shakespeare and Ke$ha.
Wake up in the mornin’ feel quite Hamlet-y
Grab my skull, I’m out the door, I’m gonna act real shitty
Before I leave, overthink if I’m on the right track
Cuz if I kill my uncle tonight, he ain’t comin back
I’m talkin trying to kill my foe foe
But instead kill everyone I know know
9 deaths in a row row
I love it when everyone starts parodying I Write Sins Not Tragedies
complete panic in one screenshot
panic! at the english assignment
as i’m pacing the floors of my school during lunch
and i cant help but to hear
no i can’t help but to hear an exchanging of words
"what a dumb essay paper, what a dumb essay paper" says a jock kid to a nerd
"but what a shame, what a shame that emo kid, he forgot"
I CHIME IN WITH A HAVENT YOU PEOPLE EVER HEARD OF
REMEMBERING THE DUMB ASSIGNMENT
ITS MUCH BETTER TO DO THESE KINDS OF THINGS
WITHOUT GOALS OF PROCRASTINATION
"Tell the chef, the beer is on me."
"Basically the price of a night on the town!"
"I'd love to help kickstart continued development! And 0 EUR/month really does make fiscal sense too... maybe I'll even get a shirt?" (there will be limited edition shirts for two and other goodies for each supporter as soon as we sold the 200)