I’d like the Lopunny line a lot more if Gamefreak ever played up the fact that Buneary is the one Pokemon that fucking hates your guts from day one
fun fact: buneary learns frustration by level up and is the only pokemon to do so, frustration is more powerful the less the pokemon like you, conversely lopunny is the only pokemon to learn return by level up and return does more the more the pokemon likes you, buneary levels up from friendship.
so the buneary line doesn’t just fucking hate you from the start, its whole dynamic is how it hates you less, while its best move gets worse, and then it evolves and suddenly it’s love for you is one of it’s most powerful assests, so in conclusion i love the buneary line
The Hanging Tree by Peter Hollens except you swear that you can hear a ghostly chorus singing it to the accompaniment of wind whistling through the branches of the old tree that sits atop the infamous Hangman’s Hill. You stop for a moment, entranced, but then quicken your step because local legend has it that the ghosts of those who met their end in that tree still haunt the hill, and they will kill anyone who linger there past midnight – particularly, on an October night like tonight. And the village clocktower up ahead is ticking the seconds down.
-You discover a new document in your “completed” folder. It’s 20k words of fantasy and adventure. You have no memory of writing it.
– You take a sip of your coffee and set it down to type. After a moment, you take another sip only to find the cup empty. You have written ten words.
– You go to take a shower and discover writing on your skin. Dialogue, character description, tips for edits. You don’t remember bringing pen to flesh.
– The cursor blinks at you. You blink back. Time stretches as you blink, back and forth, back and forth until, at last, you both stop blinking entirely. Nothing gets written.
– The same word appears three times in the same paragraph. You edit them out, only to find them, again, three paragraphs down. You close your laptop and decide to go shopping. You stare at the word flashing by on the way to the store. You feel followed.
– Your pen carves vicious corrections onto a printed copy of your story. Later, you will not remember the way you grit your teeth while editing or why calling a character effervescent is “superfluous.”
– There are words scrawled on receipts, on post its, on torn out scraps of paper all over your room. You recognize your handwriting on most of them and choose to ignore those bits in handwriting you do not.
– Your mom asks about your day. You do not know how to explain the exhaustion in your bones or the way your neck aches with the weight of eyes you’d tried to leave on the page or the way your fingers are still typing phantom words against your thighs. You tell her nothing happened.
– Your roommates are concerned. You have not spoken in days. You wonder who it was you were whispering to last night as you scratched out another outline at the kitchen table.
– Your computer screen goes dark while you stare at your last sentence, trying to think of where to go next. You did not know that your lips could curl like that or your eyes could look so black.
That’s the point. These are artificial colors, most night vision systems are monochrome, which takes away a lot of detail, specially when you want to use them to read anything, like that road sign.
Holy fuck thats night time
Hold my pancakes THIS IS NIGHTTIME??!?
why’s there glitter in the sky- *reads reblogs* oOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH THOSE ARE STAAAAAARSSS!!!!!!
Big Gay Dracula Does a Shitpost 