Silver Tongue
boobachu:
“captainvladmir:
“….did Bernie just meme himself?
”
I guess he figured if he’s dealing with clowns, he’d try speaking their language.
”
to be fair he seems to understand it better than hillary “pokemon go to the polls” clinton

boobachu:

captainvladmir:

….did Bernie just meme himself?

I guess he figured if he’s dealing with clowns, he’d try speaking their language.

to be fair he seems to understand it better than hillary “pokemon go to the polls” clinton

baconandawesome:

feanor-the-dragon:

real-jaune-isms:

yay855:

wandering-scarecrow:

jimfear138:

shelgon:

I get a lot of feelings from these scenes!  

WHOA, HOLD UP, WHAT?!

Yeah, Oak was the kid in the Celebi movie.

Meaning that he also probably had more pokemon available when Ash first started his journey, but he deliberately tricked Ash into accepting a rowdy and untamed pikachu because that was Ash’s partner back during their adventure together.

We stan

Samuel Oak

That means his verbal savagery toward Ash early on was friendship, which puts a whole different spin on it.

*Ash rushes in, dead last among the kids of Pallet Town*: Professor Oak! Is it too late for me to get a Pokémon?!


Samuel Oak, Anticipating this moment for decades and saving a very special Pikachu from the local breeding program for just this occasion and trying very hard not to laugh: Oh boy, we’ll see what we can do…

all-out-disney:

mypunkpansexualtwin:

an-eldritch-nightmare-deactivat:

demigoddessqueens:

immaplatypus:

cookie-sheet-toboggan:

Air Himbo

Water Himbo

Earth Himbo

Fire Himbo

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@crvggio​ I’ve been laughing at this for 47 years

And the Avatar

Reblogging again because that last addition is IMPORTANT

But when the world needed him most, he pulled the wrong lever…

Oh my fuck I’ve fallen in love with this post

 - john plays

gooberjam:

i just wanted to see what mark’s voice would sound like pitched up (warning: around the beginning there is a loud screech sound so watch out for that)

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rockshitty:

rockshitty:

My favorite part of my dnd group right now is that their collective anxiety creates a better story than I do when planning the session. 

Me, intending to have them either fight or befriend a pack of CR ½ wolves: As you’re setting up camp tonight, you hear howling in the distance.

My player, a ball of anxiety with legs: hey, uh, dm? What phase is the moon right now?

Me, reading their mind and quickly flipping pages to the CR 3 werewolf: Oh, you know. Full.