“If I could be anywhere in the world right now, I would be naked.”
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.
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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
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thoughts
From all the time I have spent waiting, I could have reassured myself that certain people can never be on time.
Its an odd thing. Throughout my life I have looked at the clock keeping track of how late people are. However I couldn’t tell you how much time I have spent waiting.
I'm actually looking for someone to remake my Shadow Yukiko skirt, so it's a ball gown skirt. Do you have an email I could contact you at, and anywhere I could see your work~?
ok, i see the pics online now of the gown however it will look slightly off unless you are wearing a corset because the two peices would have a major seperation where the waist is unless its one peice. i can put an elastic pink material around the waist to compensate. my email is timmtimblank@gmail.com and if you e-mail me i will email you back with my work.
![gottacatchemall:
I was always called an HM slave by master. I didn’t quite get what that had meant, but I knew master loved me. I always did my job of cutting, moving, and surfing for my master.My master reached a new city and entered the gym that was located there. The battle was fierce; I could see that master was having a hard time. My master was just down to two pokemon: myself and his first pokemon Grotle. I wanted to help him, I wanted him to send me out. He returned Grotle after taking a direct hit, and he sent me out. It was my first battle and I wanted to impress my master. I waited for his orders, but I didn’t hear anything. I turned around and I saw him healing Grotle with a super potion. He didn’t pay any attention to me and I didn’t notice the razor leaf heading straight for my face.I blacked out. I woke up to see that my master had won his badge. He was praising his other pokemon for a job well done, except for me. It almost seemed like my job was just to take a hit. But master wouldn’t be that cruel.
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I was always called an HM slave by master. I didn’t quite get what that had meant, but I knew master loved me. I always did my job of cutting, moving, and surfing for my master.
My master reached a new city and entered the gym that was located there. The battle was fierce; I could see that master was having a hard time. My master was just down to two pokemon: myself and his first pokemon Grotle. I wanted to help him, I wanted him to send me out.
He returned Grotle after taking a direct hit, and he sent me out. It was my first battle and I wanted to impress my master. I waited for his orders, but I didn’t hear anything. I turned around and I saw him healing Grotle with a super potion. He didn’t pay any attention to me and I didn’t notice the razor leaf heading straight for my face.
I blacked out. I woke up to see that my master had won his badge. He was praising his other pokemon for a job well done, except for me.
It almost seemed like my job was just to take a hit. But master wouldn’t be that cruel.
