#allthingsmisty

“Little to the left… back to the right a tad… okay, there! Perfect!”

Pikachu sets the cardboard box down in the indicated space before glaring down at Ash. (“Why am I doing all this heavy lifting?!”)

“I’m too big to get up there.” Ash responds simply. 

“What in Arceus’ name are you two doing?” Misty steps out into the backyard, hands on her hips. She’s staring at the massive fort Ash and Pikachu have spent the last two days constructing out of cardboard boxes.

“Fort Kickass!” announces Ash, Pikachu leaping onto his shoulder. “Whaddya think?”

Misty takes it in. It’s rather small – barely up to her neck – but she has to admit they’ve placed a lot of effort. There’s turrets, inner and outer walls, even a working drawbridge. It’s still childish and rather crude, but who is she to wipe that proud grin off of Ash’s face?

Pokédex: Your perfect/favorite team

flygon, delcatty, starmie, umbreon, and roserade!!

+ My partner who is the absolute ray of sunshine in my life and knows what to say to encourage me as well as he supports me when I overwhelm myself.

+ My adorable students who are always doing their best. It’s admirable the things they accomplish considering they are still children at the end of the day!

+ My fellow teacher co-workers who try to reach out to me even with how busy their work life is.

+ My nihonbuyo dance group and kyudo group. Although the former has few members and the latter is something I’ve only recently joined, I’m very appreciative how much I’ve learned from taking part in these hobbies.

“Were you… okay?” Black’s voice quivers. “When I was a rock, I mean.”

White studies him carefully. His eyes are wide, but not with his usual eagerness: instead they reflect anxiety, no doubt from what her answer might be.

“I wasn’t,” she says, and he flinches despite her tone remaining light and neutral. “But that’s in the past, okay?”

Black remains morose, and White is reminded that his tenure as a stone ruined his emotional state. She sighs, albeit with a smile on her face, and ruffles his thick hair.

“I just wanted you to know that when I picture myself happy… It’s with you.” Her voice is a light breeze against his ear, soothing his concerns. “Nothing can change that.”

Earth-brown meets sky-blue, and she presses her lips to his forehead. “Even if you somehow – Arceus forbid – turn into a rock again. That wasn’t your fault.”

Like any good pair of Lego bricks, @allthingsmisty & I fit so well together. I love you more than I can say in words, not that I haven't tried before. 🧡💛💙💚💜

Black, sitting backwards in an office chair, chin squashed against the backrest, watches White shuffle through papers and invoices. She’s been very busy lately... He thinks. I wonder if I can get her to focus on something else...

“I can’t get you out of my head.” He says abruptly. To his dismay White continues sorting through her paperwork.

“Have Musha eat it, then,” She says off-handedly, comparing two bills from her last commercial filming.

“You’re missing the point,” Black sighs, and it’s at this what White finally looks up at him. “I’m always thinking about you but you’re always thinking about your work.”

White blinks and looks around at everything spread around her. “I’m sorry Black,” She says earnestly. “But I put some things on hold trying to find you, so I’ve been trying to catch up...”