High noon · 3:20pm Feb 19th, 2017
High noon. It had to be one-hundred and eleventy degrees outside, or more. Following Rainbow Dash’s advice, Twilight kept two damp towels tucked and hidden away beneath her wings to help keep her cool. She walked towards the tables like a prisoner towards the chopping block and all of her friends formed an impromptu parade behind her.
She was having second thoughts already, now that she had seen one. They’re just so cheesy. Hesitating, Twilight felt cold prickles crawling over the flesh of her neck and she let out an involuntary wicker of fear. She thought she was okay with this, that she was over this, that everything would be okay because she had faced the issue.
A muzzle tickled the base of her ear, and she knew that it had be a pink one. “Twilight, there is a reason it is called a phobia. It’s an irrational fear, sillyhead.”
The words were comforting, but not enough. She froze in place, unable to move, and she retreated into her own logic. Pizzas were fine, she didn’t mind those and ate them all the time. Cheesy hayburgers were great, and she was constantly being photographed out in public pigging out on those when she was stressed. And she was always stressed—thus, she was always getting photographed.
“Pinkie, no amount of giggling at the ghosties is going to fix this,” Twilight whispered to the pink mare standing beside her. “I thought I was okay. I thought everything was all better. I mean, I tackled the problem and admitted what it was. Why is this so hard?”
Twilight wondered if it was even turophobia if it was only triggered by quesadillas. Quesadillaphobia? Was that even a word? She didn’t know. Right now, at this moment, she would rather face other fears, other terrors, like mixing chocolate ice cream with vanilla. Twilight loved vanilla ice cream, it was her favourite, and she tolerated chocolate ice cream, but she found it was a little too exciting for her tastes. Vanilla was the ice cream of choice for sane, reasonable ponies who had their heads screwed on straight, and Twilight was a sane, reasonable pony who had her head screwed on straight.
But mixing them together in the same bowl? No. No. No way. That was just a little too much excitement in one day, and she didn’t like it, not one bit. Just thinking about it left her flustered and a bit panicky.
“Stop thinking about mixing ice cream,” Pinkie Pie whispered.
How? Twilight bit down on her bottom lip and began chewing. How? At some point in her life, Twilight just had to understand how Pinkie Pie did what she did. Twilight found that she needed the great mystery that was Pinkie Pie, the one unfathomable thing that she didn’t understand. Of all of the great unknowable mysteries that could be found in the world, Pinkie Pie was the most intriguing.
Bowing her head, Twilight Sparkle allowed herself to be led forward by Pinkie Pie…
Hang on kiddies, things are getting weird!
Uhhh... I-I don't- I can't even-You win Kudzu. I-I just need to lie down and think about
quesadillaslife for a while.So... Quesadillas are basically cheese tortillas. Tortillas are basically flatbread, so we can translate cheese bread into latin... Caseuspaniphobia?
Latin wikipedia calls them caseatilla. Caseatillaphobia?
Phobia: An irrational fear.... there is nothing irrational about Arachnophobia
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When I was a little kid living in the Mojave, I would wake up at night because tarantulas would crawl over my face. I would feel their little fuzzy legs tip-toeing over my cheeks.
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I would have set my face on fire.
... thanl you, for finding this video. I now feel a need to go down town and sing for a while.
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I feel you, mang.
4428384 Spiders are good though... i have this fuck all humongous spider in my yard, two of them, the size of my hand. I leave them be, because i deal with far less flys and mosquitoes thanks to them.
The web is annoying considering it is twice the size of me but i learned to avoid it.
4428458 It runs through the blood that damn thing does.
Expected a high noon joke.
Was not dissapointed.