Sugar Coated

all the things in my life that are delightful
theclearlydope: Yo dog, I’ve seen this. I don’t like how it ends.

theclearlydope:

Yo dog, I’ve seen this. I don’t like how it ends.

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. ~ 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.”

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.

~

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.”

(Source: setyourphaserstostun, via sparkysparky-boomman)

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This set of Bat-unmentionables offers everything that you could ever want from a pair of super-skivvies: studs, glow-in-the-dark Bat-symbols, and trompe-l’oeil utility belts. One could only hope that these undies also prevent VPL under a Kevlar-lined bodysuit…

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staff: Name Jennifer Hom BlogLocation San FranciscoFirst post 2008 Jennifer Hom began life as a Chinese American girl in suburban Long Island, New York. As a minority with few friends, she found happiness in drawing fairies, unicorns, magical flying unicorns, princesses, and flowers. With the help of a terribly optimistic mother, she used her countless drawings of magical beings to enroll at the Rhode Island School of Design. Now graduated with a BFA in illustration and a sweet gig at Google, she managed to find a home with climate control. She is still Chinese American, but wants to be a Broadway star. Also check out… Laci Green Host of Sex+, a weekly YouTube show which covers topics related to sexuality, relationships, body image, gender, and more. Microwhat Before and after pictures of the results of microwaving anything. Drawings On Pizza Drawings placed succulantly on delicious-looking pizza. I really like this

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Name Jennifer Hom Blog
Location San Francisco
First post 2008

Jennifer Hom began life as a Chinese American girl in suburban Long Island, New York. As a minority with few friends, she found happiness in drawing fairies, unicorns, magical flying unicorns, princesses, and flowers. With the help of a terribly optimistic mother, she used her countless drawings of magical beings to enroll at the Rhode Island School of Design. Now graduated with a BFA in illustration and a sweet gig at Google, she managed to find a home with climate control. She is still Chinese American, but wants to be a Broadway star.

Also check out…

Laci Green
Host of Sex+, a weekly YouTube show which covers topics related to sexuality, relationships, body image, gender, and more.

Microwhat
Before and after pictures of the results of microwaving anything.

Drawings On Pizza
Drawings placed succulantly on delicious-looking pizza.

I really like this