Valar Morghulis

audiomonkey:

chenisthebestkitty:

devoncarrots:

requiemsong:

mldmnnrdrprtr:

crazylipgloss:

thebatmanchild:

athagazagoraphobic:

invisicanada:

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.”

Deceased

rip me

Dead.

(Source: setyourphaserstostun)

THE IRON DARK KNIGHT: OPINIONS ARE KIND OF LIKE DICKS.

carcino-gynecologist:

IF YOU HAVE ONE, THAT’S GREAT. GOOD FOR YOU. IF YOU DON’T HAVE ONE? THAT’S FINE, TOO! IF YOU’RE PROUD OF YOUR DICK, WELL, YOU’RE ENTITLED THAT MUCH. IT’S GREAT TO HAVE A FAT JUICY COCK WAVIN’ AROUND BETWEEN YOUR LEGS, BUT WHEN YOU START GOING AROUND SHOVING IT DOWN PEOPLE’S THROATS—THEN WE HAVE…

jonknows:

When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies but the pack survives.

Post by jonknows (via poorthing)
May 26, 2012 at 5:07 PM | Post Permalink | 320 notes

Went to FF.net for some good time reading

victoriamaus:

fearless-stormclaw:

pixelnoton:

>go to the games section

>looking through titles

>wait a minute

“S-block cried as he hid his face with his hands. “No matter what you do, what we do.. We will never ever be a perfect pair of block!”“