Ok, I’m going to do this. I’m going to play an RPG and not get down on myself so much that I feel bad for playing it. I can do this.
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.
“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.”
OH MY LORD HELP
Holy shit someone made a custom track of Rainbow Road (N64), but it also comes with a texture pack that replace all the karts and character with only things that appeared in the Mario Kart 64. FUck I love this community.
I wish writing systems could be more consistent. Like translating one already confusing writing system (Japanese) into a very unclear writing system (English) is basically impossible to do with any sort of consistency. Like sure you can take everything as it would be read so like は = “ha” but in the case of the particle は What do you do? Is more appropriate to translate it as “wa” in this case because that’s how it would be said? Or in the case of ん when it precedes a labial consonant. Should we always translate that as “m”?
I propose we all just forget every other writing system and all write in IPA from now on.
aj min ðɪs ɪs fɑr mor klir ðæn rɛgjulʌr rajtiŋ.
Someone develop a way to instantly disappear from this earth for like a few hours, because I’m just so done with this.
Wow, what a day. Got called “autistic” by my co-worker, didn’t get my weed, had another argument with my mom and now the day I had off I’m working at 7 in the fucking morning.
I wish my parents would stop feeling like my behaviours need to be fixed. Like it’s fine if it would bug them, that’s who they are. but I’m not necessarily them. I wish they didn’t fucking act like it’s not ok to be who am I while telling me straight to my face that’s it’s completely fine to be me.
Mario Kart stuff