HOW DO YOU JUST DO THAT
HOLY LINE WEIGHTS
Are you shitting me.
i can’t even draw a stick figure properly
The power of line weight.
are pugs even real or did someone just dream them into existence after a bad acid trip
I SPIT OUT MY TEA
the seCOND ONE
women who had period cramps before pain killers were invented were metal as fuck let’s give them a standing ovation
A round of menopause.
It was a difficult period of history for everyone
People do know pain killers were not “invented” right? That women had things like Willow Bark, the natural Aspirin we derive our synthetic for…people know they had that right? As well as other herbs and most likely heated salves and ointments…how did we get this far in history without the neighborhood Walgreens?
This is not a prayer where we all hold hands and thank the lord, this is not a blessing on the turkey and mashed potatoes, this is not for you who have been making your Pinterest turkey-shaped placecards for two weeks and whose entryways are graced with a kitschy wooden sign that says,”Love Makes…
I AM CONCERNED WITH THE FACT THAT HE KIND OF LOOKS LIKE THE TENTH DOCTOR (just look at his clothes omg)
did castiel and ten just get engaged.
i ship it
Both of you are giant dorks.
pick-up line: i’ll cosplay your otp with you
No, but seriously this worked for me
10/10 would recommend
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?
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.
“Your 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.”
OH MY LORD HELP
I can’t breath.