Cactus Codex

Pony blogger, actual cactus, artist, writer, computer scientist, and linguist. New Jersey / Pennsylvania | 21 | male, he/him/his | asexual hispanic | Cereus repandus, or Peruvian apple cactus

Okay, here's a different topic. What do you want to be when you grow up? Despite your obvious artistic ability, somehow I feel like you want to do something different for a career.

Asked by Anonymous

You are correct.

I want to get into computer engineering and science. 

Okay, I should stop with the confused commentary. Otherwise this blog will collapse.

On to more pressing topics.

Like horse butt.

And multiverse logic.

And why Rainbow Dash should be Premier.

I need to coin a new word for people who are able to immediately to spot even the slightest [-phobia] or [-ism] joke or problem in everything.

Seriously! It takes me 3 reads or views to actually see the problem they’re talking about! How can people always be actively looking for the tiniest hints of (what is in their opinion) social injustice and spot it at the first second?

Are they enlightened or something? Or bullshitting their way through everything to make them seem enlightened?

I don’t knowwwww

Just what exactly distinguishes a man from a woman (short of the person outright stating his/her gender) on Tumblr? Is it chattiness? Because you, Mr. Cactus, are not all that talkative.

Asked by Anonymous

I’m not sure. Tumblr can be very sensitive when it comes to gender identity, so I’m not gonna get all “logical” about it.

However…

I personally use a combination of judging their art style and blog style, mod-blog stalking to see their text-post writing style, interests, opinions, etc, and pure guessing.

It has worked for me… 40% of the time. And it’s a weird gender-biased habit of mine. I CAN’T HELP IT, I’M SORRY.

portaljumper339:

monsieurspectre:

spitblaze:

fetalpile:

imagineyouricon:

Imagine everyone who has ever been your icon being locked in a room together for an extended period. 

I have a feeling that a giant flesh balloon, a woman with fetuses on her head, and a literal fetalpile would get along REALLY well.

Of course for me that would just be a regular Venusaur and a Venusaur wearing Majora’s Mask.

im stuck with lars

and leon

and amethyst

and notepad

and steven

Equius, Horuss, E%ecutor Darkleer, and Scootaloo

Well, at least they’ll worship her like a goddess

I’ve changed my icon so many times, I don’t even know. o-o

Let’s see. Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle, multiple cacti, and a kawaii sun.

Wait, that sounds familiar…

(Source: imagineyouricon, via portaljumper339)

Speaking of ages, how did you come to a conclusion on the ages of the CMC and friends in Post Crusade? I find it interesting that you wrote them as being around 12 and 13 then, since most people I talk to seem to think they're 11-12 in the present day (that is, in the show, thus 3 years before PC).

Asked by Anonymous

A while ago, an early script from “Applebuck Season” described Apple Bloom as being 7. So I kinda based the CMC’s ages on that.

From there, I started calculating time in Season 1.

Apple harvest season is usually in late summer and early fall, around September.

I went with the idea that Season 1 lasted for about a year between Summer 2010 and Spring 2011. Since AB’s set birthday in PC is in October, that means she’s 8 by the time Season 2 starts.

When S2 ends (with it being Summer 2012), she’ll be 9. And this is where PC begins. By the end of 2012, she’s 10.

By the end of 2015 (3 years later), she’s 13. And since it’s March 2016 in PC right now, she’s still 13.

(Here’s a rough rundown I made a while ago.)

I hate myself.

Most of the time, I’m fine with that. Loads of people hate me, too. And I have good friends to help me stay stable.

But sometimes, I can’t help it but to just hate myself to the core. I question what I do. What I think. What I say. I yell at myself. I hound other people for answers. Am I good, or bad? Am I a good example, or social trash? Am I worth it?

Then it all blows over. And I patiently wait for the next month so I can hate myself even more again. And again. And again.