Horses are crazy.
Dear [person I’m talking about].
Don’t fucking add 100 people to a chat group so suddenly.
GREEEEEEEEEEEN
When I walk home from the bus stop, I can’t help but notice the sudden change in colors my surroundings. Instead of gray and brown, it’s now gray and lime green. It’s very soothing, and is one of the few reasons I like spring.
I really think that Apple Bloom being pleased with about her plan instead of being all deadpan and disinterested really sold it.
Working on RC has made me lust for angry people yelling at fictional ponies.
YEAH, YOU LIKE THAT YOU HEARTLESS BASTARD?!? YOU WANT ME TO RAGE HARDER?!!? WANT ME TO FILL YOUR STUPID LITTLE INBOX WITH ALL MY HOT, FLAMING RAGE?!?! IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT?!?!?
(Source: post-cactus)
Working on RC has made me lust for angry people yelling at fictional ponies.
Pointless reblogs, rambling walls of text, works in progress, and oddly meta posts since 2012.
I FORGOT APPLE BLOOM’S TAIL IN THAT RIG AND ALMOST LET THAT GO ON TO THE FINAL UPDATE.
*yells*
I’m trying to be more varied with pony poses. And a bit more realistic when it comes to drawing out the post-crusaders and their proportions. They are supposed to be taller and actually look older since most of them are now 13 -14.
So yeah. Equum Malus Minor.
Damn it. It’s happening again.
Damn it, I’m doing it again.
Why?
I realize that Scram’s “reply” was actually a reblog of Bolivar’s reblog asking me if I wanted a massage.
I really am tired.
My back hurts.
Ow.
Filly Rarity.
Giant hats.
Fun.
And so, another person I know IRL knows about me and poni.
>_<