Say what now?

cheese3d:

excuse me 

who is this karkat you speak of

(via sofaloaff)

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, via lolsomeone-actually)

wanderingchronicle:

crashville:

STOP WHAT YOU’RE DOING. read this. I started following this girl and her whole dash ended up these. And her last post. I can’t even say words. Anons took her life. If that okay with you, then carry on with your day. If you agree this is unacceptable and okay, then reblog and spread the word. What you say can actually change a persons life! So help out

This is precisely why I hate anonymous virtriol in other people’s askboxes. It’s easy to hide behind a goddamn grayface, but face facts- what you are doing is cyberbullying. And it’s not okay. People commit suicide because of bullying every year.

If you ever, ever, spew hate in somebody else’s askbox behind an anonymous mask, you are a fucking coward. People kill themselves because of anonymous scum spewing hate at them because they’re not brave enough to be held accountable for their own hate.

If you have ever told somebody that they were worthless, ugly, and should kill themselves anonymously, as far as I’m concerned you’re a vile, underhanded coward. There, I said it. And I attached my name to it. I am responsible for what I just said.

Ugh, things like this just make me so angry.

(Source: growasmileforawhile)

catdoom:

I finished sewing the new mini-Mutie while on Omegle tonight. I now have all the meowcats.

Well, actually, I have a tendency to give them away and the new one is going to another Rose cosplayer. Though I am keeping the large one and I will only be parting with it over my dead and Grimdark corpse.

Same as the last two times, the pattern is by the wonderful lishlitz.

stormeh-chan:

pfft so tomorrow is my friend paris’s birthday, and hes a tavros cosplayer but he didnt have a tinkerbull, so i made him one! this is the only photo i got before i had to go to sleep, but hopefully he will take some when i give it to him!