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SORRY I JUST REALIZED HE DID ALL THAT SHIT WITH NO PANTS ON THIS ENTIRE TIME?????
Lewis on the trepidation leading up to taking the knee in Austria.
I cannot stress how important this is. I am ashamed to admit that it hadn't occurred to me how difficult it must have been for Lewis to kneel. I just expected him to because he has set the bar so high. He is so much larger than life that I failed to account for Lewis: the man behind all the activism, the person who found it nerve-racking yet bore it with saintly conviction.
Deerling: I thought you’d be back by 11.
Hero: I said I’d be back later.
Deerling: I assumed you’d be back later. If you came back at all… you’d be “back later”.
Hero: Well, I’m back, okay?
Deerling: Is Goomy wounded?
Hero: It was just a little… training. Just to stay loose.
Deerling: You know how I feel about that, Hero. Darn you! You can’t just take Goomy training in the woods!
Hero: The Pokemon were gonna be beaten by him anywa-
Deerling: What?! You let him fight Pokemon alone?!
Hero: Look, I performed a helpful warm up. You act like that’s a bad thing.
Deerling: It is a bad thing Hero! Trying to make Goomy fight dangerous pokemon who could kill him!?
Hero: He’s a Dragon type for crying out! It’s not like he’s gonna die from everything just because he’s the weakest dragon type he’s getting braver and stronger!
Deerling: Yes! He is! But this is about our friends and family hero! I can’t believe you decided to not go to on bedew’s first day of our school!
Hero: It’s not a first day of school! She’s only learning the ropes of our school before she can learn the next day!
Deerling: It’s a ceremony!
Hero: It’s psychotic! They keep inventing new ways to celebrate mediocrity but if someone's genuinely exceptional…
Deerling: This isn’t about you, Hero. This about Bedew.
Hero: You want to something for Bedew!? Then let her actually join us! Let her go on a field trip with us!
Deerling: I’ll not be made the enemy here! You know why Roselia won’t let her do that.
Hero: BECAUSE SHE’D BE GREAT!!! SHE BRAVELY WENT INTO THE WOO-
Deerling: SHE IS NOT COMING WITH US!!
pov you’re aaron bass trying to cover up the fact that you’re following this hot twink in a suit to solve your grandfather’s murder by flirting with this hot twink in a suit so he thinks u are a harmless fruit only to find out this hot twink in a suit is a total closet case and also a total basket case
I really will never get over Taylor saying “leaving like a father, running like water” like goddamn she went there
Leo held the pen between two fingers, deftly shifting its balance between them as she tapped on the table, one of her legs restless beneath her as she sat on top of the other one. Her other hand was brought up to where she could rest her chin upon it, knuckles pressing into her cheek. Leo quirked an eyebrow in defiance, still staring at the article that lay flat in front of her. It’s not gonna annotate itself. She chewed the inside of her cheek before twisting her mouth to the side, and sighing once, she moved her pen to the paper, hoping that that would somehow, just maybe, get her brain to conjure up some groundbreaking thought, question, observation, anything – and somehow, it did. Coffee-colored eyes became reminiscent of the moon in their wideness as she was overtaken with pleasant surprise, lips curling up in triumph as she quickly went to scrawl her idea down on the paper… only for no ink to come out of the pen. Furrowing her brow, she tried scribbling on a scrap piece of paper from her notebook, praying that the ink would somehow start to flow; it did not. “Shit.” Biting her lip, Leo threw her head back in frustration and disappointment before someone nearby caught her eye. She quirked an eyebrow and nodded in hopes of getting their attention before putting on a polite grin and speaking with a more winsome tone, “Hi, sorry to bother you –” Leo stopped, her expression somehow softening as she noticed Hero. “Hey, Hero,” she started again quietly, sincerely, “you got a pen?” @hcros
True activism.
