Tonpa has been taking the hunter exam for 36 years.
And Ging is 34(or so says HxH wikia which I trust to be informed) and took the hunter exam at about 12.
WHICH MEANS. Tonpa knows Ging! He met father and son!!
I mean damn Gon should have just gone to Tonpa to know more about his father: I bet in the process of trying to crush newcomers the man learn a lot about them.
And not only Ging!
Thinking about it, Tonpa knows 35 freaking generations of Hunters! He’s like, a walking bag of infos!
Kite, Shalnark, and probably many of the people who even examined him later on! He took the exams along with them!
Can you imagine Tonpa trying to have Ging or Menchi or Shalnark dropping out of the exam?
Can you imagine him actually succeeding with people like Menchi, who’s freaking impulsive and was probably very bratty when she started as well, so much that she could fall for idiotic traps just because she understimated his plotting skills?
And then having those same people examining him but, like, now they are stronger and look freaking dangerous and he better get away from those kitchen knives of hers because she still holds a grudge for being tricked.
Bet she fell for something like the drugged can. She was too eager of tasting something new.
Hey there you guys. So something a little weird happened this morning, and I’ve been aching to tell someone.
So I wait at the bus stop with my sister every morning. Everything’s been normal up until around last week, when the weather started getting warmer. I started to notice that at 7 AM, every morning, I would look down the street and a cat would make its way quickly from behind a house, trot across the street and keep on going into another yard. Same path every time.
So I lean over to my sister and I say all hushed, “Same cat every morning. Same time. Isn’t that weird?” And I look back over to the Cat.
It has halted its daily regiment to stop dead and turn its head towards me.
The Cat does not move.
I cannot see its face.
I’m not sure if it was just the light. I’m not sure if it was turned the other way. I knew I could feel it looking at me though I could see no eyes.
I turn to my sister, getting kind of nervous, and I say, “Is it looking at me?” My sister shrugs. I look back and The Cat is crossing my lawn. It’s crossing my neighbor’s lawn.
I think something’s going on. Was It drawn out because of the heat? Where is It going? Can It hear me? For reference, I drew out what I saw.
I think something’s going on in my little town. I think I’m gonna call this series “Cryptids of Coalition County”. I’ll report any new findings to you as soon as I can. We can call The Cat specimen number one.
Thank you for reading, my dear friend. I’ll hope you’ll join me in my journey. That is, if I have much time left. Do I already know too much?
I always want to see more acrobatic stuff with Raz. :)
It took awhile but here! Seriously, I love that there’s a plausible reason for Raz being so good at the platformer puzzles in Psychonauts. I wonder if he visits his family at the circus sometimes to perform super fancy stunts with some psychic abilities added in for extra showy-ness :’D My sister is also struggling through the Meat Circus level currently, and I couldn’t help drawing something for it Ovo;;; wish her luck
Also, kind of unrelated, I bet the Aquatos have circus animals. Like elephants. Or a tiger Raz has become really close with because one day he found out he could talk to her :’)
y’all: lotor looks so great!!!! keith piloting black!!!! lance piloting red and taking a selfie!!!!!
me: yeah yeah, that’s all cool, but did you see my boy hunk standing next to kolivan?? did y’all see that height difference???? the galra make him look so small….. so i’m really gonna need us all to step up our game and make some hunk bein cradled by galra content pls and thank
I smiled, looking up at the afterglow that came with a setting sun in the city. A busker’s guitar filled the air over the sound of a bustling metropolis, a wave of accomplishment washing over me as I realized I had completed my first day at my new job.
I left everything that didn’t serve me well, including Kai. There hadn’t been a good day ever since, especially since I begged Kai to compell me to forget him because it hurt too much, which he declined. It was all over now anyway and at least I had pushed it in the back of my brain.
I had a brand new wardrobe and a fun apartment overlooking a large body of water. It was all coming out great so far and I tried not to think about Kai too deeply as to backtrack and call him as I had a few nights prior in drunkenness.
I didn’t even remember what I said to him, just that I had woken up with the taste of regret and a call log with Kai’s name on it.
I was hungry as I wandered around. I hadn’t really had a chance to look around after I arrived, what with unpacking and the crippling fear that I’d screw something up at work.
There was nothing to worry about, admittedly. I bought one rose at a stand full of beautiful flowers and tucked it into the pocket of my shirt, continuing to meander the streets.
I finally decided I’d just go back to my apartment and sleep the rest of the night. I had climbed through the flights of stairs, a wonderful smell coming from somewhere, probably in my imagination.
I opened the door, gasping at the sight. All of the cardboard boxes I hadnt unpacked were gone and instead I saw candles placed along the main room. I realized that the smell was coming from my apartment when I saw Kai sitting at my coffee table, pouring wine.
“What are you doing here?” I shut the door behind me quietly, noting the soft music coming from somewhere in the room.
“Can you sit down so I can explain?” He smiled, patting the carpeted floor underneath where he sat. I hesitated, my knees almost becoming weak.
“Get out.” I clenched my jaw, my eyes blinking involuntarily quick. Kai smiled.
“Aren’t you wondering what happened to your little roommate?” Kai said, raising his eyebrows with a smug look on his face.
“What did you do to her?” I frowned, swallowing. Kai was the most capable in the world to do terrible things.
“Nothing. I promise, I didn’t hurt her.” He smiled. “Can’t you see I’m different now? You changed me.”
“Then why are you wasting my time?” I ignored the latter of his words, trying not to show the nervousness I felt as I shifted, wiping my hands on my jeans.
“I thought you wanted me here? You really confused me with that phone call, you know.” I froze, looking away.
“Whatever.” I said frigidly. “Just get out. I don’t want you here now, that’s all that matters.” I sniffled, avoiding eye contact as I opened the door for him to leave. He seemed wounded for a moment, as if his ego had deflated for half a second.
“Wait.” He said. “I love you.” He choked out.
My eyes flickered to his, a silence cast between us, the sound of a gentle song playing in the background next to the sound of the muffled city.
“A good time to tell me that was a long time ago, Kai.” I bit the inside of my lip. Why couldn’t he love me when I hadn’t already moved away and started a new job.
“But I didn’t know that I loved you then. I know now because I missed you so much, you were everywhere but you weren’t. I tried to get you out of my head but I couldn’t.” He breathed. “I love you.”
I felt dizzy. I dropped my bag and closed the door, walking to grab a water in the kitchen. “That’s really too bad, Kai. That you just thought you could walk back in because you wanted to.” I said, blood pumping quickly in my veins.
“I needed to. Just tell me how you get over this so I can leave.” He said. “How could you forget about me?”
“I didn’t, Kai. I’ve always loved you.”
As soon as I said the last four words, my back was on the kitchen table. His hands fanned out quickly above me, removing everything from the table and smashing his mouth against mine.
My fists were in his shirt, my body aching to be touched by his hot hands. He grabbed the rose in my pocket and ripped open my shirt, buttons scattering over the linoleum floor.
Broken glass blurred my vision as he pressed kisses on my neck, pulling my bra down and adorning my breasts as he ran the rose over them.
I created friction between us, wrapping my legs around him and pushing myself against his lower body. He lifted me up as my eyes closed and stumbled into the nearest bedroom, which wasn’t mine.
He threw me on the bed, grabbing my thighs and pulling me towards him. He pulled my pants from me, his face hidden in my hair as I pulled his clothes away from him, having his perfect shirtless body all to myself.
I almost fainted as his mouth traced over my chest, my skin rising in temperature as his hands pulled my underwear away.
“I love you.” He breathed, his nose tickling me as he ran his soft wet lips up to my face, pressing an open mouthed kiss on my lips. His heart accelerated under my hand. He leaned over me, his breath shortening.
“Please.” I said in a voice not my own, coated in desperation.
“Of course.” He said softly, his fingers dipping into my ticklish spot, probably not on purpose. I bit my tongue, squirming. He pulled away and undid his belt, my head spinning as he took his jeans off.
I sat up to admire him, blushing and avoiding looking at his hard penis. “You’re so beautiful.” I ran my hands behind his back, kissing his chest as he tilted his head back.
He grabbed my arm, running his hand up to grab my wrist. I swallowed as he put my hand on his cock. I looked down at it, my heart beating fast as I involuntarily wrapped my fingers around him.
“Uh… I don’t know what to do.” I licked my lips, shifting my hand. I didn’t mean to offend him but I had little to no experience with male genitalia.
He smiled as my cheeks heated up. “You don’t have to suck it, I just noticed you were a little scared.” He took my hand off and leaned over to kiss me. “Your safe with me.” He smiled, crossing our fingers together, our palms pressed against each other.
His other hand slipped in between my thighs. The faint recall of the taste of spilled wine on his skin as I tasted the pretty skin on his neck, scraping my teeth on him as if I were the vampire. He moaned quietly as I pushed my hips against his hand.
I pushed his hair back with my hand, whisking the sweaty little curls from his forehead. I looked in his eyes as he grabbed his dick, pushing inside me.
Everything was perfectly timed and soft, warm, and wet. I ran my hands to his back, clinging onto him.
“Fuck.” I said softly. “Oh,” I gasped, falling back on my pillow as his body gave into me, rocking back and forth slowly as not to hurt me. My head hit the headboard and I winced, closing my eyes as he trusted hard. “Faster.” I coaxed him.
Kai let out as shaky breath, holding onto my thighs as he drove in me, effortlessly picking up his speed as he fucked me. His eyebrows drew together above me, watching me clutch the unfamiliar bed sheets, twisting around the singularity of our connected bodies.
He growled, pressing his tongue against his clenched teeth as he wiped his brow, fucking me against the mattress like a pro, my breaths in the stifled air.
He opened his mouth and let out a plea as I squeezed around him, my back arching off the bed, my head thrashing back as he froze in place. I let out a throaty moan, relaxing as I came with one last thrust of his body against mine, his hands relaxing their death grip as he came in me.
He collapsed beside me and I rolled over on his arm. “I’d like a few more hours of that.” I said, my voice shakier than intended. He smiled. “I’m not so innocent now, am I?”
“Don’t kid yourself, babe, you’re sweeter than a mango.” He rubbed his thumb over my back. “Me and you in the shower does sound appealing though.”
ok, like i was rewatching “say goodbye” (i know i said i was watching it last week too, i rewatch it way too much :P) and it friggin glitched after jack got a nosebleed. the audio was working, but the video got stuck on jack smiling directly at the camera.
make me choose; chancehouse asked: doctor who season 3, season 7 or season 9 When something goes missing, you can always recreate it by the hole it left. I know her name was Clara. I know we travelled together. I know that there was an Ice Warrior on a submarine and a mummy on the Orient Express. I know we sat together in the Cloisters and she told me something very important, but I have no idea what she said. Or what she looked like. Or how she talked. Or laughed. There’s nothing there. Just nothing. There’s one thing I know about her. Just one thing. If I met her again, I would absolutely know.
OH MY GOD those of you who thought A.D.’s minions were also dared to play an actual board game, read this!!
I FREAKING LOVE IT!!! Stuff like this gives me hope that they know their storyline well and have planned it out from the beginning.
A frustrated frown marred Haruno Sakura’s expression as she searched through the medicine cabinet in the hospital’s storage room. All the bandages and pain medicine were in their place, as were all of her healing potions and ointments. All except one. Her Hyper potion.
Chewing her lower lip, Sakura closed the lower door and straightened from where she had been kneeling before she began rifling through the cabinet located above the counter as she wondered where exactly she had left the expensive item. Her Godmother and the hospital director was going to kill her if she didn’t locate it.
At the soft call, Sakura turned and looked down at the pink Pokémon to find it was holding the very potion she had been searching for. A deep sigh of relief passed between her lips before a smile broke out across her face as she bent down to accept the glass bottle. “Thank you, Chansey.”
The gentle creature repeated its name happily before it led the way out of the large closet and into the hall. Chansey waddled off in the direction of the Recovery Ward as Sakura paused at the filing desk that held the charts for all the injured Pokémon on the floor. The pink-haired medic quickly scanned the section reserved solely for Fire-type Pokémon before she thumbed through the numerous files lining the shelves.
“I didn’t know you were still here, Sakura?”
Having found the chart she was looking for, Sakura pulled the file from the shelves before she cast a side-glance at the woman next to her. Shizune was the second-hand to the hospital director, Tsunade, and someone Sakura considered a close friend. While Sakura’s Godmother had taught her the basics of medicine and healing, Shizune had trained her on diagnostics and how to handle emergency situations. Shizune was practically a sister to her and Sakura felt the weight of her busy day ease from her shoulders at her mere presence.
“I was supposed to leave yesterday, but you know how it goes,” Sakura said as she flipped open the chart. “A medic’s work is never done.”
The older woman made a noise of agreement in the back of her throat before she finished updating her own chart and slipped it back into its place amongst the Rock-type Pokémon files. “What did you get held up on?” she asked as she leaned her hip against the tall shelves and peered at the file in Sakura’s hand. “Is that the Growlithe that came in last night?”
Sakura nodded without looking up as she reviewed the nurses’ notes. “Yeah, I couldn’t get him to eat anything this morning and it looks like the nurses didn’t have any better luck this afternoon. It’s going to be a long recovery if he doesn’t get some energy into him.”
“Did you try the special blend?” Shizune offered.
Again, she nodded. “He turned his nose up at it. I don’t know what the hell his trainer did to him, but I think he’s too scared to eat.”
A dark frown settled upon Shizune’s face at the implication of her statement, but the women had been medics in the field long enough to know that Pokémon abuse wasn’t uncommon amongst trainers. It was only in recent months that it had become common practice for trainers to abandon their Pokémon when they became critically injured in battle, delivering them to the hospital and never returning to collect them once they were in good health again. Tsunade was struggling to keep up with the influx of the wounded as many of the Pokémon had endured some type of abuse with their trainers and were too frightened to accept treatment.
It was this very reason that Sakura found herself in Saffron City. She had only been at the hospital for a few, short weeks to help out her Godmother, but already things were turning around for the better. With the extra set of hands hands and a lot of patience from the staff, the number of admitted Pokémon were already decreasing.
“Poor guy,” Shizune murmured. “Did you scream at this trainer too?”
Sakura shot Shizune a small, amused smirk as she recalled the incident that had occurred during the first week of Sakura’s visit. She had been exhausted after performing a grueling surgery to save the life of an Oddish that had been pushed to its limits and beyond, and Sakura had lost her temper when the trainer had asked her how long until it could battle again. She would have given the man a black eye if Shizune hadn’t intercepted her and dragged her away from the clearly baffled imbecile.
“Unfortunately, no. He was left on our doorstep this morning. I doubt his trainer will come back for him. And if he does, then I will do a whole hell of a lot more than just yelling,” Sakura said darkly.
Shizune merely shot her an amused look, fully aware that Sakura would keep her promise, but before she could voice her opinion on the matter, the Chansey that had been with Sakura moments before ran towards them. “Chansey! Chansey!”