To celebrate my 4th anniversary of joining this site, I've just published my 100th story! And I need your help deciding what will go into the final chapter! Help me write my 💯th story!
And what is my 💯th story, you ask?
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IN WHICH LISTLESSNESS REIGNS
First, the good news. I have finished one of my Sunset one-shots – I decided to call it Night Of Faded Sun, it's got a pagespace and all that good stuff; I just need to give it a once-over soon. Also, I have made a small amount of progress on the other two Sunset-themed one-shots.. Now the bad news, which I don't really want to blast out there, so please follow me past the jump.
Recently, I had gotten reintroduced to My Little Pony:Friendship is Magic, by my partner. I had experience with the show when it was released back all the way in 2010! I remember seeing it on The Hub with my younger sister. Aside from on and off viewings via The Hub or Netflix back in the day. I wasn't extremely proactive in the fandom or viewing the show. Aside from seeing a few episodes from season 1-3.
I try to write stories about heroes – heroes of great crises, and heroes of little, everyday problems. Given that this is one of the most central themes of my writing, I can only assume that many of you read my work because that appeals to you.
Today, I’m going to offer you a moment for some of that everyday heroism. To do it, I have to share something unpleasant. Something I truly don’t want to talk about.
This happened. The fact that this happened is not okay. The person who made the blog post requested it be spread about. As such, spread it about. Sexual harassment is a disgusting deed, and hopefully, if everybody's looking out for each other with the common knowledge that they need to, it'll be much less likely to happen.
Respect to the guy for speaking up about it.
Hey guys, serious talk here for a minute.
You guys need to read this blog from Horizon about an attempted date-rape that occurred at BronyCon. In the comments, it was revealed that there has also been an attempt at Pacific PonyCon (the individual responsible for the incident at PPC was also at Babscon). It terrifies me that I've been to all of these conventions.
IN WHICH GUBMINT
Gah, I finally have all the notes for Lightbearers done, and now I cannot wrap my fucking head around it. I can't even figure out where the fuck I was trying to go with it. Trying to put this monster together is an exercise in frustration and depression, nothing is making a single damned bit of sense and I want to just throw it all out and pretend it never happened. I think the only reason I don't is the fact that it's a fucking year's worth of work at this point and my brain won't let go of
If you want to read a story inspired by At the Inn of the Prancing Pony that I co-wrote, it is now complete under Hope's account.
I sure had a lot of fun writing it, and I hope we're able to write again sometime soon.
My college Brony friend is temporarily bunking with me, and we both got hit with a cold over the weekend. What made it more tolerable for me is switching over from Robitussin to Mucinex. The reason for the improved performance, all the extra chemicals shoved into one pill, is also why you need an ID to buy it over the counter.
Stuff's on pause for a bit. Here's why.
I recently heard about an experimental treatment for depression: a series of low-dose ketamine infusions. So I immediately took off work and headed to the nearest clinic (about four hours away), and that's where I'll be all week.
Happy pony holiday because EVERYTHING MUST BE PONI
Dammit, Hasbro. Your ships are all wrong!
(Well, except RainbowPie. Pink goes with everything.)
I'm working on a number of projects, but everything is slowed down at the moment.
This was in an episode.
I'm not sure what the deal is. I think my headspace is bad for writing because of some of the medication I've been taking, so presumably this will be a temporary hiccup.
My current front burner:
Update TSJ (finally)
It was 2018, and I only had a month left of school before graduation. The 9th and 10th graders had to take the STAAR test, so the school needed the hallways quiet between classes. So they decided that for the next three days, they would assemble all the 11th and 12th graders into the auditorium for all-day sex and drug PSAs. They invited a bunch of speakers, and some of them, well... some of them they DEFINITELY didn't research.
5I just learned one of my homeless trans addicted sex worker friends died of overdose 7 months ago. Talk about the odds stacked against you. Several years ago I tried to help her out with having a place to stay and get clean and it lasted for a bit but between our shit legal system and our shit mental health system and our shit economic system it wasn't enough.
This week the life lessons we learned are:
-Do not impersonate cops, they don't like it and will arrest you.
-You could be minding your own business going to the store or walking down the street or whatever and suddenly naked stranger...and you know it's never going to be someone you want to see naked.
Well, you've read the title well enough on its own and yet you're wondering about why it's there all of the sudden: after all, my previous blog was over nine months ago and even then, this should've been done a long time ago; nevertheless, it's about time for an update since I'd taken the liberty of writing some new stories recently as well as currently writing more as of currently. In any case, I feel nothing but a heavy pressure gathering up inside of me right now since I have a hard time
Yea, my week has been super busy so I only have a few minutes to tell you all that this is another chapter of disgusting and weird stuff. Sunburst is at the center this time as he tries to understand the spread of the sex zombies.
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