me: [internal monologue] Do I tell him? No, I shouldn’t. I don’t know why I feel so eager to tell him his dog is the asthmatic inbred result of Man playing god
Remember the time when everyone was scared that this site would become an ad-filled mess after yahoo bought tumblr and staff insisted that wouldn’t happen?
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
