#who is dat

[ronon-dex]

did brian cage and mark davis have that lovechild offscreen or what

[rrrrrrumi]

Lowk scary seeing an actual sub in the middle of the ocean

[oh-my-damn]

ALAN RITCHSON BABE

[applesjuice]

WIP Wednesday! I am very thankful for you guys here so have a little sneak peak for next week to celebrate the upcoming holiday:

They cried out her name: Juliana! She cried out theirs in raw desperation. The only thing she could feel was the branches holding her steady. 

Somewhere within the light there stood a figure. Or four. Or possibly many. She saw Arven, she saw the man who was Turo, she saw a whisper of a what if, a woman who had the boy’s eyes. She watched Terapagos devour time and space and the universe until there was nothing but her and the void before anything existed. Here that nothing was formless and empty, before something gave the void breath and it stretched, thinning until it was no more than a bubble. Inside that bubble she first saw the grass, and an unnerving horizon of purple. The intensity of it was irrational, sickly in how it billowed and swelled as if it were heaving.

Then came the pokémon who formed from the dust in the cosmos and they became living creatures. First there was Umbreon, then Porygon, then Porygon2. They held no love for her or anything else, not even eachother. She tumbled away from one’s ire, cut her knee on colorful shards of star that had broken. If this was what became of Terapagos, she didn’t mind it, as cruel as it was. The pokémon in question was nowhere to be seen. But Ogerpon was there, and still at her side. She quivered, and Juliana covered the ogre as best as she could with her own torso.

“Help!” cried Juliana. She patted her belt, couldn’t feel the familiar curve of her team. Her phone was no better; the screen was black and empty, the rotom within it no longer there. 

The air left her chest as she was tackled. 

Ogerpon screeched and she manifested her cudgel. A second umbreon came from the side, scurried under her cloak and bit Juliana bloody. 

She screamed. It was a horrible sound; both her pared voice and the guttural growls that were on her. Eventually Ogerpon batted it off, but her arm ached and she was afraid to look down at the mess of her sleeve. Now she was sobbing, and so so afraid. She called out for her friends, for Arven, for Penny, Nemona, her mom, each of her team. Her brother.

There was a stone pillar, and she crawled her way to it. Where was she? This place was not Oni Mountain, and the clifftops were not clifftops and the Crystal Pool was now sedge and she was lost and unsettled and so terribly confused. Whatever had happened was a long time away, and too far off from where she should be. There was Ogerpon, but it was as though every other pokémon was not such, but wild, feral, deranged beasts. 

I am all alone, she thought in her fear. Until she suddenly wasn’t.

A fit of laughter escaped and she could not feel any pain. She understood where she was then, in her grave, alone and where no one could follow. Her only regret was that she’d dragged Ogerpon with her, left her to fight and struggle when Juliana herself no longer wished to. So it made sense that here of all places and smitten with all kinds of bewilderment she was met by such trial, by Terapagos’s will, or perhaps her own death throe. But she knew she’d been lost to its power; inside the effervescent, or already gone. How else could she cope with the reappearance of Kieran before her?

[2ndbestalex]

[basicallyrelatable]

This is so cute he has the bead rapidash Dan made I'm crying.

[picopond]

nasty

[fenkurwaharel]

jedyne co muszę wiedzieć żeby ocenić jaka jesteś osobą to : czy zamordowalas Andersa? czy zgadzasz się że zakończenie naruto ssie w chuj?

1) Zamordowałam go RAZ by zobaczyć, co się stanie (i jego minę :D). Ale ogólnie to zgadzam się z tym, co zrobił, cieszę się widząc stan Kręgów w DAI i że mu się - tak jakby - udało wywołać zmiany. Więc nie, oficjalnie go nie zabiłam (Ps. gdy grałam w DA2 pierwszy raz, to go nawet niechcący zromansowałam, bo podszedł mnie metodą na “hej babe didn’t see you there, właśnie karmiłem koty” D: ).2) Ofc. Bardzo. Ała. O mój boże. Kishimoto to debil, który nie umie pisać ludzkich relacji. Naruhina mdłe, Sasusaku obrzydliwe i podłe. Naruto po spełnieniu swego “marzenia” o byciu Hokage - martwy w środku. Nudny. W dodatku wszystkie kunoichi to krowy rozpłodowe do siedzenia w domu i gotowania. A dzieci nowej generacji wyglądają jak mało ambitne OCki z DeviantArta. Odcięłam się od zakończenia Naruto dawno temu.