Headlines read: POKÉMON GO AWAY; POLICE ISSUE WARNING NOT TO POKÉMON AND DRIVE; MAN QUITS JOB TO CATCH POKÉMON FOR TWO MONTHS
My mother sees this and shakes her head. My friends squabble about it. Internet comments read: you all need to get a life, aren’t you too old to play children’s games, wish millennials would hunt jobs instead of imaginary animals, I’m so ashamed of this generation
I’m so in awe of this generation and everything it has to carry. I am stunned by the way we persevere, by the way we find comfort and peace in such small packages. MAN QUITS JOB TO CATCH POKÉMON. Man indulges in nostalgia. Man leaves home, travels. Man pursues happiness, finds it in strange places.
Pokémon: Indigo League aired in 1999 on Kids’ WB. Picture: an alarm set, two pairs of tired eyes, TV trays and cereal, volume low because mom’s sleeping off her night shift at the bar, theme song lyrics printed out and sitting on the floor. I was eight. I never recall my father in these memories. He’d either already left or I’ve blocked out his face the same way my mom used family photos to cover up fist-sized holes in the walls.
Pokémon Silver and Gold were released in the US in 2001. Picture: anthrax, terror alerts, news footage looping, smoke and screaming, teachers crying in classrooms, the way fear can permeate an entire country and my small body the same way without ever having to name a reason out loud. I was ten. I was scared all the time, but I was also spending my weekends running around outside with my brother and the neighbor boy, throwing imaginary Poké Balls at squirrels.
It’s not that I didn’t know what was going on. It’s just that sometimes when things are loud or angry or hard, especially when you’re young, the best thing you can do is keep your head down.
2016: terrorism, police brutality, student loan debts, depression, anxiety, Brexit, the US political landscape. Pokémon Go begins rolling out its release around the world and there are days, at twenty-five, that I still need to keep my head down. I know there is immense privilege in being able to put the rest of the world on hold for a while, to step back from the things that hurt us; but I also know this brief respite is important. Whether it’s turning off the news for a few days or reading a book or taking a vacation or augmented reality as self care. It is hard to live full time in a world that always looks like it’s on fire. It sits so heavy on the chest. It is easy to look out at all this trauma and forget to look back at yourself.
What I mean to say is, I might not quit my job to roam the country and catch Pokémon, but when it comes to pursuing my own happiness, no matter the means, “I wanna be the very best…”
Kirin!Hanzo Au …because
we didn’t have enough AU already so we made another one. The idea is that the Shimada family are
dragons. With the passing of time their power decreased and so their form reduced as well. Some of them lost all the link to their human parts and become just kirin
(who’s like a hooved mini-dragon version), but others are still able able to change form from human to kirin (and those are called Royal Kirin). Humans belive that they bring fortune and fulfill wishes so they hunt them down to make some easy cash, at least by selling them.
“A pale triangular face, violet eyes and narrow, slightly contorted lips appeared beneath the black tresses…She had pretty shoulders, a shapely neck and, around it, a black velvet choker with a star-shaped jewel sparkling with diamonds.” —The Last Wish
Warnings: Gaston/Luke Evans feels, FLUFF, super angsty ending sorry not sorry, etc.
A/N: This was a request from @brooke-supernatural16 : Can you do a one-shot with Gaston? Where the reader is a huntress and Gaston see the reader and instantly falls for her and follows her like he did with belle but is more polite with her?
A/N: I do hope this is what you were looking for in this fic!
It was a crisp and French morning. The ground was wet with a fresh layer of dew. The sun had barely risen over the horizon. Twas a nearly perfect morning for a hunt. Gaston has his sights on his hunting musket centered in on an innocent and meek, deer. He was patiently awaiting for the correct moment to apply the right amount pressure on the trigger.
”We’re going running.” Dean declared and looked at you expectantly. It was Saturday before lunch and your twin brother looked alarmingly keen.
You rose one eyebrow and stared at him, really not feeling it, as you were sitting on the couch of the motel room (that also was your bed), watching some random show on the TV — that actually got you quite hooked on the plot.
”Yes, we are. Gotta stay in shape. Now, go change.”
You groaned and muttered not so nice words under your breath. Dean only smirked as he watched you get up from the couch, grab some clothes and go to change in the bathroom. Then he turned to Sam.
The first book in Sapkowski’s series is a collection of short stories - seven of them, to be precise. Here, several characters are introduced, some of the world’s politics, and a whole lot of lore about witchers. This is the beginning of Geralt, so it contains an awful lot of information about him, but don’t forget - we’ve got six books to come. Geralt’s got a long way to go and a lot of things to learn.
A note on continuity - I’ve arranged the short stories in something approaching chronological order. The Voice Of Reason is threaded throughout the book, and The Witcher is the first story proper. However, The Witcher takes place immediately before The Voice Of Reason, and since that story makes reference to many of the events in the other stories, it must happen after. Thus, The Witcher is in fact the last full story in the chronology, with The Voice Of Reason in its entirety closing the book.