Now, is it me or has the definition of ‘Group’ changed in the past year?? B|
I am honestly questioning why Akamaru and Yamato must stand like that.
Inubaka needs WAY more love!
It’s one of the best mangas I’ve ever read.
I’m just…
so in love…
It really has made me appreciate and love my two dogs at home, especially Trudy because she only has a few more years left on her(she’s 12 and has already had surgery once) and I want to make those the happiest years for her <3
press play and watch the gif.
just trust me.
I should have reblogged this before, but OMG.
THIS MAKES ME SO HAPPY
I cannot stop
laughing
that is the happiest Slinky I have ever seen
Things like this are what makes Tumblr the greatest website ever.
It’s like it’s strutting
it’s sassy
it is a sassy slinky
Took all of three seconds to reblog XD
I LVOE THIS SONG
I showed this to my mom cause I hab to laugh soo hard and she was like…Seriously..thats what you people call funny this days!?
Made it even more funny to me LULZ
BEST
PLEASE LOOK AT KIBA… He’s just like “Fuck that. Nope.”
I can picture Lee playing solitaire by himself up there.
PLEASE LOOK AT KIBA… He’s just like “Fuck that. Nope.”
I can picture Lee playing solitaire by himself up there.
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.”
Possibly one of the best posts on the Internet ever.
STILL A BETTER LOVE STORY THAN TWILIGHT SOMEONE SHOW THIS TO ROBERT PATTISON
See, I would have actually read this.
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