- Asami: I began to develop a friendship with the Avatar, won a drag race, and stood up to my crazy ass father!
- Bolin: I told off this annoying cop.
- Korra: I suspected a rich guy of being a mole and I was right, and I screwed up his Equalst machines!
- Lin: I proved I was truly Toph's daughter by being a badass metalbender and turning in my badge to BREAK SOME RULES.
- Tenzin: I was a total Mama bear when some assholes tried to hurt Korra and DID YOU SEE MY AIRBENDING WHEEL THINGY?
- Hiroshi: I'm pretty crazy, but I secretly funded the Equalist movement for years without anyone taking notice, and i can operate that Equalist machine like it's no one's business.
- Cabbage Man: I HAVE A FUCKING STATUE.
- Mako: ...I sneezed.
but you can’t always choose your lot in life. Most people wouldn’t have had the first idea of how to deal with the zombies if it weren’t for the lesson’s they’d learned from Romero’s movies. Go for the brain; fire works, but only if you don’t let the zombie touch you; once you’re bitten, you’re dead.
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?
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 knew 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
Best. Story. Ever.
S. Meyer has nothing on this. I am blown away.
- Don’t do it.
- Don’t ever do it.
- Don’t ever do it never.
- Seriously, just don’t.
- For reals though.
- Don’t do it.