It’s a late night and you’re getting ready to go to bed. All of a sudden, you hear a loud knock at your front door. You aren’t expecting anybody so you ignore it, hoping someone just got the wrong address. A few seconds later you hear a knock again. Then again. Out of curiosity, you decide to check through your peephole, hoping to figure out why this mysterious stranger is so determined to get your attention. You jump back, shocked to see four eyes staring through the hole back at you. As silently as possible, you double check your locks, afraid of what will happen of either of the creatures gets in.
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A trip down memory lane! Though the tower seems to have changed…
Celestial tower! Built during the direct aftermath of the Founding Unovan Civil War, it remains a cultural landmark in memory of those lost in the fire and storm.
Time has dulled the scars left behind by the twin dragons. Today, the tower is primarily used as a mausoleum (the preferred method of burial are urns) and, well, a tourism site. Legend says if you climb to the top of the tower and ring the bell, you can lay your ghosts to rest. But mostly? You can ring a GIANT bell.
Course, you gotta GET to that bell first.
Masterpost for more pokemon shenanigans here!
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I always have a soft spot for characters who have a protective streak for another out of gratitude for their kindness towards them, but Charles’ protectiveness towards Edwin really hits a particular way because it’s so so apparent that it’s specifically about wanting Edwin to feel as safe and as comfortable around him as Edwin made Charles feel in his dying moments. I’m going to shatter like glass.
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so much happened in this whole episode but i’m still on fig infiltrating ruben’s dream, making it look like the place where his friend was murdered, and then disguising herself as kipperlilly & repeatedly saying different variants of “somebody needs to take the fall for this, and it’s not going to be me. it’s going to be you.” while adaine as the elven oracle shows up next to her. can you imagine waking up from that, the idea of a horrible truth being pinned on you by your friend to save her own skin while the personification of fate and destiny stands there, almost as a promise that this is GOING to happen to you. we don’t even know if this kid is guilty. my god.
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Hot 4am take but I feel like if we want to get people more interested in making their yards a more habitable space for wildlife like insects, we have to acknowledge that ‘Don’t want bugs in your house’ is still a 100% fair and valid point of view. ‘Loves nature’ and ‘doesn’t want roaches spiders and mosquitoes in the house’ aren’t opposites.
And with that in mind, when we propose to people that spraying pesticides around houses is Not A Good Idea, Actually, I feel like we need to give an alternative asides from ‘deal with it.’
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You guys don’t get it, they used to be the high 5 heroes. They used to be the high 5 heroes guys. They used to. They used to be starry eyed freshmen. They had to choose each other. They had to have awkward introductions. They had to pick that name together. I’m never okay ever.
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actually i think it’s cool as fuck when characters don’t have words strong enough to describe their relationship so they say lovers and friends and family and brothers and sisters and it’s never enough, they aren’t brothers they aren’t friends they aren’t lovers, they would crawl into each other’s skin if they could, they would live each other’s lives just to know each other better, they would die for each other, they would kill for each other, they would overthrow governments and stand up to bullies for each other and yet they have to resort to only what they are capable of saying, so they have to be friends. they have to be partners. they have to be apart instead of meshed together into one entity.
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yandere who watches you line up the plushes they bought you perfectly neatly, rearranging them and talking to them by name, and then rails you with their hand knit roughly into your hair and promises that if you take it like a good little captive and only cry a little bit they’ll buy you a new one next time they go out
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