May 27th, 2012 at 10:42PM

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May 27th, 2012 at 10:35PM

Reblog if you have mourned the death of a fictional character.

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May 27th, 2012 at 10:33PM
ubiquitousdreaming: shfly2150: thefirsthorcrux:  #the only time they ever saw each other old asdfasdfasdfdfasfklaskdjfkladsjlf  I’m crying

ubiquitousdreaming:

shfly2150:

thefirsthorcrux:

 #the only time they ever saw each other old

asdfasdfasdfdfasfklaskdjfkladsjlf 

I’m crying

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May 27th, 2012 at 10:29PM
lostmethere: “If you don’t drop this, consider our friendship over.” It’s okay Mako, I know you were just being protective of Asami but srsly y u so mean to Korra ;_;

lostmethere:

“If you don’t drop this, consider our friendship over.”

It’s okay Mako, I know you were just being protective of Asami

but srsly y u so mean to Korra ;_;

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May 27th, 2012 at 10:27PM

So we’re sitting around getting ready to watch another episode of X-files on Netflix.

Then bam!  There’s Jewel Staite!

I go “Aaah!” and look at my brother, and he goes “Ah!” and I go “Kaylee!” and then explain to my parents.

So then after that episode (which was really creepy) we went and watched Jaynestown.

Made.My.Day.

#personal
May 27th, 2012 at 1:49PM

fireprincezuko:

TAHNO APPRECIATION POST

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May 27th, 2012 at 1:47PM
  • mom 4 hours ago: we're only staying for 30 minutes
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May 27th, 2012 at 1:40PM
  • gatsby: hey i just met you
  • gatsby: and this is crazy
  • gatsby: but i'm going to spend most of my life and wealth in an attempt to pursue you for your stunning vapidness and the warped image of yourself created in my mind as a precursor to my eventual fall
  • gatsby: so call me maybe
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May 27th, 2012 at 1:37PM
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.

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.

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May 26th, 2012 at 10:10PM

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Maybe if I repeat it enough times I’ll actually do it.

It’s only 10.  I can do this.  Only about…. 7 more paragraphs to outline…. *siiiigh*

#Banes of my existence: English class