Gary: “‘Cause he never forgets a bitch, ever.”
Ritchie: “I don’t look like someone who used to do anything. I look like I was sitting in a room with a chair eating saltines for 28 years and then walked right out here.”
Drew: “I have a girlfriend now myself, which is weird because I’m probably gay based on the way I act and behave and have walked and talked for 28 years.”
Harley: “Anyone who has seen my dick and met my parents needs to die.”
Solidad: “Adult life is already so goddamn weird.”
Paul: “I’ll keep all my emotions right here, and then one day I’ll die.”
Barry: “For those of you who don’t know what it is, blackout drinking is when your brain goes to sleep but your body gets all ‘Eye of the Tiger’ and soldiers on.”
Kenny: “I’m one of the worst drivers I’ve ever seen. People expect to see a 100-year-old blind man who’s texting while driving. Instead they just see a 28-year-old healthy man trying his best.”
Zoey: “Then, for backstory, I will pepper in the fact that I am gay.”
Conway: “You spend most of your day telling a robot that you’re not a robot. Think about that for two minutes and tell me that you don’t want to walk into the ocean.”
Ursula: “Aww, I love how you just wear anything.”
Trip: “Get out of here with your facts. You’re like the kid at the sleepover who, after midnight, is like, ‘It’s tomorrow now.’ Get out of here with your technicalities. Just because you’re accurate doesn’t mean you’re interesting.”
Georgia: “Yeah, he was not a ‘spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down’ kind of guy. He was more like, ‘Brush your teeth. Now, boom, orange juice. That’s life.'”
Burgundy: “I’m like an iphone, it’s going to be worse versions of this every year.”
Stephan: “You know those days when you’re like, ‘This might as well happen’?”
Bianca: “You ever zone out for a few seconds? Well, I’ve been zoned out since 2014. All day long I just wander into traffic listening to a podcast while thinking about a different podcast.”
Alain: “When I’m walking down the street, I don’t think anybody goes, ‘Hey, look at that man.’ They’re just like, ‘Whoa, that tall child looks terrible!'”
Sawyer: “My vibe is more like, ‘Hey, you could pour soup in my lap, and I’ll probably apologize to you.”
Shauna: “Nothing that I know can help you with your car ever. Unless you’re like, ‘Hey, I’ve got a flat tire, does anyone here know a lot about the Cosby Show’?”
Gladion: “Like I bet you part of the reason goths are so miserable is they wake up every morning and think, ‘Oh god, I gotta put all that shit back on.'”
I love the movie credits sequences that show the characters just travelling or relaxing or doing mundane things. They give the sense that even when nothing relevant to our interest is happening and we’re not looking, their adventure continues on.
i hate when people write out jessie and james’ wedding because it’s never in character. like ok. first of all, james would not be in a fucking tux. james would be in a dress, and jessie would get PISSED that his dress is nicer than hers, and it would be this fucking clusterfuck of them dress shopping and trying to find the perfect dress chemistry where they both look flawless and james is only a notch below jessie in excellence because duh she has to be the star.
their vows would be a variation of the motto, absolutely no question
meowth would be so happy that he accidentally starts evolving and jessie and james break their fucking kiss to B-button him like BUDDY, BUDDY, GROUND YOURSELF CMON YOU DONT WANT THAT before hes like SHIT, WHAT THE FUCK
giovanni would show up at the wedding and shake their hands. “good evening james. you’re fired.” “yes, i know, boss.” “well, enjoy the rest of your night.”
meowth and wobbuffet would drink WAY too much at the reception, obviously the best man and maid of honor, meowth would drunkenly break into tears while he’s giving his speech about how ‘jimmy’s da best, i really owe my life ta that goiy!’ wobbuffet also crying, agreeing with everything he says, so nansu so nansu so nansu.
how do people fuck up the rocket wedding when it’s the easiest thing to imagine
ash and every fucking twerp shows up to it, completely in disbelief but feeling an obligation. every single fucking one of them gifts the trio a different pikachu plushie or other pikachu merch. eventually they have a kid and she runs around in a pikachu onesie that misty bought for jessie years ago.
There was a brief but intense period in my misspent youth in which I read a lot of Pokemon fanfiction, and it was always so weird to me that there was a lot of Manly Man James and Delicate Flower Jessie having Serious Romance Novel Adventures with Traditional Gender Roles. This is much better.
“To protect our hearts from devastation To unite our lives with this celebration To recite long vows about truth and love To fling confetti to the stars above
Team Rocket, get married at the speed of light! Leave presents and cash on the table to the right.”
“Me – me – meow – WAAAAAAAHI’MSOHAPPYFORYOUSEGUYS”