I believe someone wanted this to happen
bolin
bolin no
BOLIN YES
PIZZABENDER
AT LAST. MY TRUE ELEMENT CALLS TO ME.
vegetablebender
IS THAT A PENIS
SOMEONE PLEASE ADD THE WORDS TO THE GIF. PLEASE.
~GUESS WHO WAS BORED DURING CLASS YESTERDAY~
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.
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.”
^^^better story than twilight
LOL
Filed under: Twilight parodies that are better than Twilight
Ship tags on tumblr: a summary
So, sometimes you click on the tag for your ship and it’s like:
other times it’s like:
and some of the time it’s like:
Henry: Hey, Archie, do you have a second?
Archie: I’m kinda’ in the middle of—
Henry: Why a cricket? When the Blue Fairy asked you, I mean. Why'd you wish to be a cricket?
Archie: I like crickets.
Henry: I like hamsters but I don’t wanna BE one. You could have been a wolf or a dragon!
Archie: Henry, please—
Henry: Gepetto would have listened to Jiminy Dragon is all I'm saying
Archie: You need to go
AU: Katniss and Peeta never had to compete in the Games a second time, and became Mentors for District Twelve.
The stage lights make her skin sweat. Even after five years of this, she refuses to become used to it. She thinks perhaps Peeta’s used to it though, with his steady hand in hers and the way he and Caesar have a rapport that quickly becomes the holy grail of television, bouncing off one another effortlessly (and do we hear wedding bells yet, Peeta? Well, I don’t know, can you hear anything under that new wig of yours? Generous applause, screams of laughter). Her mind is somewhere else; behind the curtain where exactly three days ago she’d held a fourteen year old boy in her arms as he’d struggled in his tailored black suit and cried for his mother. He was a Seam boy (he’s lasted a whole seven hours in the arena so far, so Katniss supposes that’s something, at least). He had to do his whole interview with puffy red eyes and she’s so preoccupied that she doesn’t notice Caesar ask her a question until Peeta scuffs the back of her hand with his thumb. It’s a comforting gesture borne from needing to communicate silently all these years. It means come back.
(I think someone’s a little preoccupied with wedding thoughts, don’t you folks!) Please, no. Not yet.
She slumps through the rest of the interview with Peeta’s help. They won’t crawl in to bed (shhh, Katniss it was just a bad dream, I’m here) until the tiny hours of tomorrow. She dreams every night of crying children, silk, and Prim’s name being drawn from a pool of blood.
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
I love this song.
And I love you for making this. //<3
Seriously this is now my favorite Thorki post of ~ALL TIME~.
And I have seen quite a few (^ ^;;) <3
This is really sweet. >.<
No, no, you don’t understand, I am ten seconds away from fucking bawling my eyes out in class.
AU: Blaine babysits for Mike and Tina’s son and brings over a mini Warbler jacket and teaches him the Teenage Dream dance. Mike and Tina, die-hard New Directioners, are not amused (though secretly, they want to whip out their camcorders and once Blaine leaves, they flip out because even they have to admit it’s pretty damn adorable).
I had 5-and-a-half donuts for breakfast this morning
In addition to a yogurt :3
This has no bearing on anything, I just wanted to share with you all how proud much of a pig I am. Granted, I didn’t have to pay for any of them, (fuck yeah rosh chodesh!) which undoubtedly had an effect there too.
(the yogurt was because I didn’t know there would be donuts tho)
