Witchwife4Life

derlingdarlest:

littlestmedic:

baskingsunflower:

dubustuff:

rakatakat:

really love imagining a bunch a kids and teens on their pokemon journeys staying the night on the couches and floors in the lobbies of pokemon centers, having long talks about their experiences and feelings sharing funny and scary stories and myths about legendaries and trading items and sharing TMs along with sugary snacks and pokedex chargers all while their pokemon are out of their pokeballs and all bundled up in blankets sleeping soundly next to their trainers while they stare up at the stars shining through the glass ceiling over their heads

#this is what pokemon’s all about

#this is…so nice

- Or cheering as someone’s Pokemon evolves from a battle
- Teens helping younger trainers fresh from the professors lab with training their Pokemon to be the best they can be
- Friendships between Pokemon just as strong as the friendships between their trainers
- Healing or reviving a strangers Pokemon because they have to get out of this cave and it’s a long trek to the next town and you know how dangerous it is to be stranded without allies in the wild
- Teens growing and learning with their Pokemon
- Trainers sharing Pokemon food with trainers who can’t afford good quality feed
- Gym leaders taking the time to teach everyone who lost against them how to improve
- Pokemon trainers pairing up to walk to the next town over especially if they’re younger so they don’t get lost or hurt
- Just trainers looking out for other trainers and other Pokemon and ahhhhh

@sassamapod

prokopetz:

I can think of no starker demonstration of commercialisation destroying culture than the fact that Rickrolling doesn’t work anymore because YouTube plays an unskippable two-minute ad first.

acoolguy:

lmaonade:

don’t you guys just love shapes 

schizofemmeic:

the gender neutral term for landlord or landlady is parasite

kramergate:

i hate that post that’s like “what you named your stuffed animal as a kid is a personality test” cause the only notably named “stuffed animal” i had as a kid was one of those wretched baby dolls w hard plastic head feet and hands and a soft fabric body and i kept him fully nude at all times and often hurled him across the room just to hear the plastic THOCK against linoleum and his name was Bigfoot Larry so whatever that says about me i don’t wanna know

hazelgf:

i’m oscillating between dimensions y’all want anything

amor:

haemus:

How yall been

Mind your own fucking business

ask-oncies-jizz:

pipistrellus:

Hey you know that really disturbing thing where you yawn and your salivary gland shoots a concentrated spray of saliva out of one of its horrid nozzles like you’re a venom spitting snake for some godawful reason

this is the most distressing post ive ever read because not only have i never once seen or even heard of this but there are dozens of people in the notes reaffirming it with shit like “yeah i do that all the time” “i had a friend who could do this on command” what the real, genuine fucking fuck