Back and in full swing. Also, spoilers. · 3:04am Aug 19th, 2014

Hey, hi, hello, hola.

Yeah, yeah, I'm back, wooo, who cares. I haven't made a blog about my grand return yet because I doubt anyone would give a fuck.

But regardless, I'm back and I'm all about the ponies. Been putting out some stuff. You should go read the aforementioned stuff, if you haven't already. Shameless plug is shameless. Life sucks and then... I don't give a fuck enough to finish that saying. Where did it even come from?

But the real reason I'm making this post is because I'm 5k words into a story I wrote waaaaaaayyyyy back in December, and couldn't get out in time on Christmas so I never published it. >Because who publishes a Christmas story after Christmas? Rednecks, that's who, just like they keep their holiday lights on all year 'round. Fuck that.<

But I read over it the other day... and the story blew my own freaking mind, let me tell you. And then I sent it to Lion, and Lion liked it a lot too. I've sent it to Midnight herald, and she'll look over it tonight, or tomorrow, and I'm pretty sure she'll love it as well.

What does this have to do with you? Well, I'm impatient as fuck. And considering the fact that life sucks and then... I still don't give enough fucks to finish this saying... I've decided to publish a teaser of it here every month until December. I'm going to publish one page at a time, so it's going to end very very abruptly, and the first update probably won't make too much sense. Or maybe it will, if you're familiar with my headcannon and my OCs....

...But if you're not, then feel free to ask questions. I'm proud to have a well developed headcannon with well developed characters, even if the bases for that headcannon is rather childish. Oh well, life sucks and then you die. >Guess I finally give enough fucks.<

Without further rambling, I present, This Thing. >Name is nonexistent, because I don't have to worry about it yet.<

To Opal, Hearth’s Warming meant her Ma on the piano, her Mother cooking in the kitchen, and Jasper being merrily chased by their younger cousins. To Opal, Hearth’s Warming meant… chaos. For whatever reason, the Apple household never failed to be a nucleus of energy from Thanksgiving to New Years.

It absolutely exhausted her.

While there was no scheduled Apple Family Reunion around Hearth’s Warming, the relatives poured in nevertheless. They came from all corners of Equestria in December, and oftentimes stayed until some time in January. It was understandable, sure: it was incredibly taxing and rather silly to travel some two hundred miles just to stay for a day or two. But did they really have to stay for a month?

Opal digressed. What she did know was that with Apples—especially so many Apples at once—came noise. Oh with the noise!

It drove her endlessly insane. The thumping of running hoofs and occasional bursts of high pitched squealing from the younger ones of the family upstairs as Jasper and Junior partook in entertaining the foals with hide-and-seek and other such wild games. The mixture of piano, banjo, fiddle, and guitar music as her more musically talented cousins played different Hearth’s Warming carols all at once instead of picking one to play together. The minor explosions from the kitchen area every once in a while, followed by a rather unabashed ‘Sorry!’ being called out.

And also, this year she had to add the noise of Braeburn typing on the typewriter.

She needed out. She loved her family—she really, really did—but it was just. Too. Much. Noise. She needed other noise! Less annoying noise! Like, like Stormee!

Ugh. Was it seven yet and time for the Dashes to come over? Her eyes peeled to the grandfather clock near the door: 11:03am.

This Hearth’s Warming sucked.

…So much, apparently, that she started to speak like Stormee.

Opal shook her head.

Then the doorbell rang.

She shot off the couch, praying the sound would bring refuge and not more annoyances. She needed refuge. Please be refuge. She gallivanted to the door, swung it open with a heave and a hope, and landed on—

“Derpy!”

Ahyup, that's done. Direct all comments, questions, concerns, and swooning over my writing genius to the comment section below.

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