Yes.
Thank you Equestria Daily.
For the feature on the blog I put on hiatus until June. ;A;
Seriously, though. Thanks a bunch for featuring Diaries!
Yes.
Thank you Equestria Daily.
For the feature on the blog I put on hiatus until June. ;A;
Seriously, though. Thanks a bunch for featuring Diaries!
My mom’s excessive use of hyperboles led me to believe that everyone who is currently breathing wants to kidnap/kill me and that the world is a dangerous and super shitty place.
Over time, I realized that only some people want to kill me, and the world is kinda shitty.
Thanks, mom, for corrupting my views on life.
I’m laughing because I’m not a super serious shipper and that post is garnering loads of reblogs and arguments about different ships and I’m just sitting here going:
“I literally grabbed a random background colt and made his made-up crack relationship with an canon character a main story issue in a comic series. I don’t know what I’m doing. What am I doing?”
Picking and judging a ship by cuteness factor and weird factor is how I choose to back one. Don’t listen to me. I’m insane.
PDP
Stop trying to make Zecority a thing.
It’s never going to be a thing.
Someone blow an air-horn into my ear so I don’t become a quack who never updates his blogs.
The Mane 6 as some large mixed entity of love and platonic friendship. They all have feelings for each other (some more than others), but it all averages out to a universal amnesty and sensation of wholeness and completeness.
Like a rat king, except not as gross and deathly. Like an orgy, but without the sex.
However, that doesn’t rule sex out of the equation.
Bottom line: The Mane 6 are one adorable unit of magical friendships with benefits.
I naturally ship TwiDash, TwiPie, and RariDash.
Following euphoriapony has slowly begun to convert me to RariPie.
Following ponett and being friends with Sam has slowly begun to convert me FlutterDash.
RariJack is also becoming a thing for me. And PinkieDash.
Fuck it, I’ll just ship them all with each other. @_@
Except AppleDash. Kinda. Maybe.
How does one decide prices for commissions?
In other words, how much would you guys pay for a drawing by me?
In the middle of the Majes Valley in Aplao, Peru is a small restaurant in a hut built on the dry riverbed of Majes (Colca/Camana) River.
It can only run during the dry season. In the wet season, the river floods, and the hut is already dismantled.
It’s called “El Titanic” for the obvious reason.
And its owner’s name is Leonardo Del Caprio. I shit you not.
Running Babblr. Here’s the scoop.
i see you drawing the thing.
I’ve had this PC update on hold for a while. I should keep working on it-
NOPE
TWIDASH TIME.
*new canvas*
In Chemistry today, our teacher announced that our chapter test on stoichiometry (which we just started last Friday with virtually no lessons or help from him) would be set for the next time we meet for a full period. AKA, Friday.
We had 3 other exams and 2 due assignments/essays on Friday. But more importantly, he hasn’t taught us jack shit about stoichiometry, which is not part of our textbook.
We complained to him and then this happened:
Him: “But if you don’t take the test on Friday, when will you take it?!”
Us: “Monday.”
Him: “Alright then. So what will it be?”
Us: “MONDAY.”
So now our test is on Monday.
If I speak, I’ll have a 60% chance making a horrible impression (HOW THE HELL DO I HAVE FRIENDS?!) and making everything all awkward and bad and ugh.
If I don’t speak, then what’s the point of being there ;sdlkfdslfjlgfdsdf
*chickens out*
I’m so normal compared to other mods out there. They can have unique gender/sex identities (which Tumblr can’t get enough of), a great sense of humor and community, and colorful opinions on most pressing topics.
Meanwhile, I’m here in my cis/straight, tasteless and neutral shell of isolation.
*knocks on glass* HELLO PEOPLE.