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Cola_Bubble_Gum


I'm an irritating fangirl who also writes. A lot of my stuff is sad. I am sometimes overly sex-positive, so if you are sex-negative, I might have called you an elitist taint jockey. Sorry about that.

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  • 153 weeks
    is it wrong to hate and fear humanity

    my wife tells me I can bring joy to others

    my wife says my words bring comfort

    maybe I no longer believe the world is worth the risk of helping, because humans are fundamentally predatory.

    so if the world fundamentally betrays you, what would make you want to share those things with them?

    serious question. trolls and bullshit gets deleted and reported.

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  • 153 weeks
    A Few Lies Later

    (this didn't feel like a chapter proper but might end up one eventually. just getting it out so I can actually try to sleep myself :applejackconfused: )

    The memories always returned. AJ didn't figure that was ever gonna go away. How could you forget family?

    And yet, how could you survive remembering they were gone?

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  • 169 weeks
    slice of life microfic in one of my settings

    Twilight sighed. "You do amazing work, Rarity. Even when you're just setting up beach chairs for the attempted relaxation."

    "Well, darling, I can't take all the credit. The lovely little Supersprites handle so much for me, I can't help but owe them thanks."

    Twilight shrugged. "Still, it's amazing. And to think they were a pest before."

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  • 169 weeks
    well, this should be interesting

    issues? as if, this lass has a feckin' subscription.

    story ideas are terrifying and frequent lately. very unnerving.

    for me. :rainbowderp: :pinkiecrazy:

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  • 169 weeks
    clichéd as fuck

    Writer's block.

    I hate those words because they're so damned meaningless when what truly blocks you is the world.

    It's not even exactly the writer who feels like the problem. Can't write because of this person you know, or that one you knew. What if I express something some rando will gonna attack me over? Or send some fuckboy SWATter friends at me?

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May
13th
2021

A Few Lies Later · 10:31am May 13th, 2021

(this didn't feel like a chapter proper but might end up one eventually. just getting it out so I can actually try to sleep myself :applejackconfused: )

The memories always returned. AJ didn't figure that was ever gonna go away. How could you forget family?

And yet, how could you survive remembering they were gone?

Some nights, though, she could stop herself. "It's just bad luck," and she lets herself stop.

Not tonight.

They wouldn't want you to drown in guilt, sis. Mac wasn't wrong there.

Applejack sighed and rolled over. Tomorrow was her birthday -- she'd be the age that read high enough that she didn't like thinking about it at all -- and she already knew AB had a 'surprise' this year.

She's every bit of her parents.

AB had finally gotten old enough to actually surprise AJ now and then, too, so who knew? It might be something that wasn't a cake this time.

She had grown. She didn't remember Wine and Cort, but they'd have been so damn proud.

We're Apples. Even with a pile of manure on us, we keep coming up and we don't stop growing. It was that story about Winesap and Cort's worst date that made that saying an Apple Family Saying, the one Granny always told even though she's told it a hundred times.

AJ had asked Mac how to live with it. He said he didn't rightly know, but he knew he needed to sleep. So he did.

He said he'd done some more crying in private, but he couldn't sleep either sometimes. Until a yawn or two creaked out, and he remembered: Guilt eats you. Sleep saves you.

More thoughts circled in the thin light of the stars and moon, too easy to get lost in, too complex to be solved in a mare's lifetime.

You gotta sleep sometime, sis.

AJ closed her eyes and hoped she wouldn't open them again until the sun shone into her room.

Perhaps she'd see the bright stars of the night out dreaming she was camping on the cliff again, or the lake she'd visited so often as a filly, when the days seemed endless and the flowers rustled next to her in the breeze.

Maybe she could just remember them, until sleep came to save her tonight.

They were pretty memories to think of.

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