WHEN I SAID I WOULD PROCRASTINATE LESS THIS TERM
i bet in hell everyones face looks like this
Wait. Is that Jackie chan? Or my eyes are failing me
Nope. Your eyes aren’t lying to you. Jackie Chan makes the greatest Chun Li.
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.
Reblogging for the comment
How old are you?
“ten”
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.”
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(⊙︿⊙✿) WAIT I HAD HOMEWORK
Fill your heart with secrets but the only way to read them is if you break your heart.
i will forever reblog this
I think this would be a fantastic gift for someone you love.
Tell them they can only break it when they are having a truly terrible day and feel as if it will never get better.
And as time passes and it’s not broken, you can slip pieces of paper in it, either with secrets, reasons you love them, jokes, or happy memories of things you did together. I think it would be a beautiful thing.
This is super morbid but like
Leave notes for your spouse and loved ones right while you’re alive and healthy and happy
And make breaking this part of your will when you’re gone whenever that is
That’s actually kind of beautiful.
Wow that is freaking incredible.
wow
i want one.
It’s how it is~
When this happens:
I’m like;
And my other best friends are like;
And our more matured best friend comes in and was like;
And we look at her like;
And she’s just like;
