nootherendoftheworldwilltherebe:
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?
“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.”
^^^better story than twilight
LOL
Filed under: Twilight parodies that are better than Twilight
(Source: setyourphaserstostun)
ckck:
Seems like IKEA are really shaking things up this year. In addition to the previously announced TV set, they’re also going to release a digital camera made of cardboard called Knäppa (“Snap”). It’ll hold 40 photographs at a time and plugs directly into your USB port. While it’s not the prettiest camera the world has ever seen, I do love the idea of a screen-less digital camera that brings people back to the wait-and-see days of film.
LOOK AT YOUR PRESIDENTIAL CANDIDATE
NOW LOOK AT ME
NOW BACK AT YOUR CANDIDATE
NOW BACK TO ME
SADLY, YOUR CANDIDATE IS NOT ME
BUT IF HE HAD A BRAIN, HE MIGHT NOT BE A TREMENDOUS DOUCHEBAG
LOOK IN YOUR HAND
LOOK BACK UP
I HAVE IT
IT’S RIGHTS FOR EVERYONE, NOT JUST RICH WHITE CHRISTIAN MEN
LOOK AGAIN
THE RIGHTS ARE NOW LAWS
ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN WHEN YOUR PRESIDENT ISN’T A PRETENTIOUS DOUCHEWAFFLE
I’M IN THE WHITE HOUSE
FUCKING OWNED.
in the words of the great marshall erikson “LAWYERED”
ALL THE FUCKING AWARDS
I have been waiting all year to post this.
omg
This has been in my queue for months.
AAAALLLWWWAAAAYYYYSSS REEEEBLLLOOOOOOOOGGGGG
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