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Total Pokemon Island Episode 1 Part 3Host: Welcome, Leaping Lotad's, there are ten of you here, but after this, only 9 will remain!!!
Gallade: We won't miss you at all Honchkrow.
Bastiodon: Oh, Honchkrow? I thought we were voting Starly!
Gallade: Oh please, Honchkrow is a jerk.
*Honchkrow clears throat*
Bastiodon: Gallade, stop!
Host: Bladebladebla! Anyway, I have 9 Iapapa Berries, and they are tasty!
Gallade: What if I'm out? I hope I'm not the first one out!
Host: Ok, the first 3 people safe are...
Host: Ok, next 5 are to...
Host: Starly and Honchkrow... Hmm, nobody could use logic. Starly failed for his team, and Honchkrow... sucks. So... The last name I'm going to call is...
Starly: Oh no!
Honchkrow: Wait, you forgot something vital.
Host: what's that?
Honchkrow: I found a figure of you. Did you mention something about immunity statues?
Host: Oh, I forgot about those, but does it have my signatur
Total Pokemon Hotel (Island) Episode 1 Part 2:Host: There's also confessionals in this booth, oh yeah, it's also for washing clothes, which only Mime Jr. needs.
*Getting ready for challenge*
*Heracross and Floatzel fighting*
Roserade: Your giving my Roselia a bad impression! Please stop! D:
Heracross: Yeah we should.
Floatzel: No way!
Roserade: Heracross, your far better than that swim ring.
Floatzel: I'm better than Heracross at everything! I'll make her eat those words!
*Mime Jr's making a daisy chain*
Togekiss: I had a great entry, didn't I! But anyway, I'm an expert flyer, I could fly ever since I was born, I fell off a tree and managed to spread my wings and slowly float down. My mom was- wait, how could i fly as a togepi? I think my mom lied... unless...
Mime Jr: Just washing my gloves, nothing special.
Host: Ok, everyone's here- oh got damn it Raichu!
Raichu: Getting ready for 02:00... oh wait, it's 01:00. DAMN ME!
Host: Here you are, I thought-
Raichu: I was about to come here at 02:
Total Pokemon Hotel (Island) Episode 1 Part 1Total Pokemon Hotel (island)Yes, thank you, so original. I love the enthusiasm. I'm the host, of a reality show with 30 Pokemon. They will all compete for a massive 5-star hotel. During the contest, the winners of each challenge will get a nice luxury 2-star hotel, with a meal, soft beds and a small swimming pool (and a lava pool for fire types). The losing team will sleep outside in the cold, on the cold hard ground, in the cold night, next to other cold sore losers. I'm stalling this while I wait for the first Lapras/Gyarados (for the fancy) to arrive... no seriously, where are they... Oh there we go, all the way in the distance on a... slowpoke... this might take a while!
Yes... almost there...
*more time passes*
Hello Turtwig, why a slowpoke?
Turtwig: I come from an old shack, so when I lose the challenges, I'll be at home.
Host: Have fun losing! oh look, there comes a starmie, with what pokemon on top? Starmie didn't sign up, so... I see a b
Dear Future Self,
Dear Future Me,
I bet you weren't expecting a letter from your past self, were you?
Well, you probably were, considering we're the same person and
you'd have to know I was writing you a letter since you wrote it in the
past so I guess you know already what's in this letter, right? Do I even
need to write it? If I don't write it will that set off a chain of events
that lead to the you who won't read this being someone completely different!?
I've watched 'Back to the Future' far too many times.
Well, I'm going to write it. I guess I can't offer you infinite insight
about your future since I'm writing forward as opposed to back, and I
don't know what the future is going to be like, but I want to reiterate
a couple of things for you that might be weathered by time.
Alrighty, for starters:
a) Zombies will always be awesome. Forever and always. Don't lose your love for the genre, buddy.
b) There's always time. When it comes to projects, the less of it you have, t
To My Future SelfTo my Future Self,
Breathe. You must be thinking, seriously, my teen self is acting like an old fart of a teacher telling off overstressed kids, but seriously, breathe. Stop. Pause. Listen. It's your heart beating. It's telling you, I'm beating so damn hard, I might just kill you one day.
Okay, let's digest. There can only be two reasons for your heart to beat like that. One reason is because I wouldn't have changed- I would still be that overzealous, neurotic, depressed teenager with a penchant for word thieves, dream catchers and moment makers. The other reason would be just the opposite: it's beating with life, with purpose, with hope.
I hope you'll be that second person.
Because being that second person means being serenaded by Chopin in a boy's car, travelling down to Bondi Beach watching sculptures rear out of the sea and you're feeling like, maybe, love may finally find you at last. Being that second person means you just won't shut up talking to patrons
Dear Adult Me.Dear adult me,
I'm tucking this letter safely inside your favorite copy of 'The Dragonlance Series', where I'm sure you're going to find it. Page 241--your page. This book should be worn and weathered by now. I say 'should', because I'm frantically hoping that you're still reading it; because people change and you--we--are no exception.
So, dear future self, it's definitely been a while since I last thought of you. The truth is, I'm afraid to. All those hopeless and overly irrelevant dreams I have right now are probably just a fade memory in your mind. Some of them you probably accomplished. Some others you probably don't even remember; not that I blame you, you probably thought that those ambitions were too ridiculous to realize.
Did you finally manage to publish your book? This may sound funny to you, but right now, publishing our book sounds like an amazing and generally possible idea. Maybe, as time passed, the thought started becoming more and more untenable and, consequently, you
Dear You (Or, Alternatively, Me)Dear You (Or, Alternatively, Me)
I worry about you sometimes.
I worry about how you are doing: who you are spending your time frolicking with, whether or not you have finally kissed someone, if you still get nervous easily. I worry about my friends in your time are they still our friends? Or have you finally let them all go, or pushed them away, or left like we always dreamed of?
Sometimes I lay in bed in the late hours of the night, dreaming of your life. Do you remember? Do you remember staring at the dark ceiling so long it began turning red, tossing and turning, hoping and dreading what is to come? I wonder if the things I have done effect you as we have always worried they would; if they have broken you.
You see, the truth is and I am certain you remember this about me I fear you. I fear you like a lightning rod fears a thunderstorm. Do you remember why I fear you so? You do, don't you? Just as I shrink away from the possibility of becoming you, so you shrink
Dear Adult MeDear Adult me,
Did you succeed in all those crazy plans you made? Every day I look at my to-do list and just say to myself "Not today." But what about you? Did you get off your lazy butt and actually do those things listed? Did you write those countless stories, play all of those amazing games, learn all the knowledge to satisfy you, listen to every song on those lists received, read every book suggested, and all the while still manage to do the chores at home and hang out with every friend?
There's so much I want to ask you, but there's nothing you can say. I want to know if the life I've made now will be the life I have forever. Some days it feels like that's true. Other days it feels like everything I've lived through is a lie.
Did you ever tell that guy how you really feel? That girl? Did you ever become a mother?
As our sister traversed life along side us, we both know the things she went through, and a refresh on her history only strengthens it more. It's scary to think that you
Dear Teen MeDear Teen Me ~
You, with the bleu Sharpie pen.
Those ripped leggings are hugging your bones like another layer of skin. Werent you maintaining your weight? Oh, thats right. I remember now. You were spending some more time in that day hospital program. Philhaven. The depression had come back in a rush. It was overwhelming; a tide of uncertainty and anxiety, complete with a bow laced with self-loathing. It was wrapped around you like gauze and medical tape, all melted together as one hard cast. All that weight, Love, and you crashed. You fell under a suffocating blanket of hatred and were constantly shrouded by ribbons of past mistakes.
/Failure, failure, failure/
Those thoughts followed you around like a black dog with a limp, slow at times, but always there. Your friends turned their backs on you after that night. We decided that they werent friends, remember? But then there was something else to think about. Who /were/ your friends, then? The ones you had
TnM te amo asta la muerteEsta historia se trata de un chico y una chica
thom: te extrañe en la escuela hoy.Porque no estabas hay?
marie: si...tuve que ir al medico
thom: oh, en serio?.Porque?
marie: nada, nada ... solo unas revisiones anuales
marie: debo hacerte una pregunta...
thom: seguro, dime
marie: Cuanto me amas?
thom: sabes que te amo mas que nada en este mundo...
thom: por que preguntas?
thom: algo anda mal?
marie: no,nada ... ummm ... cuanto te importo?
thom: te daria el mundo en un latido si pudiese
marie: lo harias?
thom: si,lo haria!........ocurre algo malo?
marie: no,todo esta bien...
thom: ok...eso espero
marie: moririas por mi?
thom: recibiria una bala por ti,amor...
marie: de veras?
thom: siempre que fuera necesario...ocurre algo malo?
marie: no,estoy bien,estas bien,todo y todos estan bien...
marie: bueno...nos vemos en la escuela mañana,adios
thom: esta bi
adult meDear adult me
I hope you will know that life is beautiful. I hope mom is better and your pain goes away. I hope you look at your scars and realize that you were lucky not have died. This will be buried in your purple jewelry box along with your poetry book. i hope you remember it and read this.Adult me i hope you have a better life than dad has. And i hope that you can think without crying.Dear adult me i hope you feel better about yourself.
Dear adult me i hope we are better when we are older. and we learn to control these dark waters that hurt us so badly right now
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