omf
poor bunny just ran headlong into my ground level window and scared the shit out of me ad the cats oh my fuck
OH MY GOD-
OH MY GOD-
FLAWLESS THINGS ARE HAPPENING HERE-
SCREECH
Okay, this made me chuckle more than it should have.
Also gives me a strong want for a Disney based Dragon Ball/DBZoh no CUTe
OMG NAPA LOOKS LIKE A CAT ABOUT TO POUNCE!!! XD
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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.”
THAT OMFG JUST YUS, FUCK YUS!
Dying omg
Hey guys, remember Blue Lips? Well, here’s another one of those ‘homestuck fan comics panned to music’ things!
Except this time it’s got some customly composed music by that amazing music guy, Samm Neiland!
And the artwork comes from a comic thing drawn by Doomyz!
Oh my god MY HEART…
NONONONONONONONOJOHN
JAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWN
A woman discovers her boyfriend’s terrible laundry secret
HAHA!!!!
hahahahaha
HAHAHA WHAT?
WTF HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA LOOOOOOL
What
in the fuck
did I just watch.
OH MY GOD
JUST
OH MY GOD
I CAN’T
I CAN’T
I’VE LOST THE ABILITY TO CAN
omfg he looks like bolin
that was misleadingly beautiful
Gregorian monks singing “Boulevard of Broken Dreams”
EVERYONE STOP WHAT YOU’RE DOING AND LISTEN TO THIS RIGHT FUCKING NOW
I cannot hold in all my feels
my ALREADY amazingly kind commissioner just sent me pretty much enough money to cover my co-pay ALL BY THEMSELVES.
I’m just…
I’m just gonna go lay back down in bed and cry a bit
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How to Train Your Dragon - Live Projections
*LOUD SCREECHING NOISES*
I CAN’T MAKE WORDS HAPPEN
HHRREEGGHTRR?????!?!
OH MY GOODNESS
HOLY CRAP WHAT
THOR ALMIGHTY
