Doomed For Ever

@melonpalooza

there’s a dedicated ashandpikachuspotter account somewhere on some social media. You tag a photo or search for a term and boom, there’s pics of this guy. this dude. this man. with his pikachu. and it’s thousands of strangers from across the globe coming on line to talk about some stranger that they met briefly and then never saw again. they’ve compiled their stories and their approximate locations and mapped his journey from continent to continent, a long snaking pathway that spans decades and thousands of miles. He’s apparently one of those Kanto kids that the government let just drop out of school. Its working out very well for him. 

Thats so funny, to imagine him as a pokeweb criptid type character a la the florida man

Pokemon Heritage Post

I know it feels good as fuck to cast spells from up there

thinking about today. Batman having to take an injured teammate who doesn’t know his secret identity to the Batcave and they just assume it is his House. like oh yeah Batman lives in a big, spooky underground cave, full of literal bats? yeah that checks out.

looking at the cot where Bruce crashes when he’s working through the night like ‘ah that must be where he sleeps… that is his sad little bedroom :(’

They look in the mini-fridge and it’s just two (2) plain unseasoned chicken breasts, half a thing of Sunny D (via one of the robins), an unopened bottle of ketchup, and a mostly-eaten bag of shredded cheese.

‘they’re like huh does Batman just sit at his batcomputer eating handfuls of shredded cheese out the bag’, and they’re right, he does.

girl realising they’re a lesbian call that 💡yurika