deh is so depressing like · 5:15pm Aug 27th, 2017
wow
holy fak
wow
holy fak
Oh boy!
I wasn’t going to blog about Monday, but then the end of the day was the perfect capstone, so . . .
Hi everyone! These updates all are gonna be pretty important so please give this blog a read. I've decided to do the big ol' yearly update blog early, though I'm not even sure if I've done a yearly update before. Either way, please click below for story updates, future projects, and some polls that are pretty helpful.
Updates:
bcuz i'm fking hilarious
also i posted this in her server so like u should totally join and see it in all it's glory or something (ask Ixu for the invite)
God, my friends are gonna be angry at me for this one.
But don’t worry! They’ll be angry, like. In a sexy way.
It is. It really, really is.
I mean, you don't really think about it, do you? We spend so long clicking in and out of stuff where we can see that people have thousands, millions of followers and subscribers, and suddenly a million becomes the new benchmark of excellence. Some channels, you won't even look at them if they've got under a thousand subscribers. Because it all just becomes a number.
Two of my favorite YouTubers ever are Magpiepony and Silver Quill.
"It was the year of fire..."
"the year of destruction..."
"the year we took back what was ours."
"It was the year of rebirth..."
"the year of great sadness..."
"the year of pain..."
"and the year of joy."
"It was a new age."
"It was the end of history."
"It was the year everything changed."
“The year is 2017.”
“The place… right here.”
Last week's installment of "My Little Parappa: I Gotta Believe!" is wrapped up. Enjoy.
New fic out, everypony! Won first place in a speedwriting contest! I haven't won first place in a writing thing since the first grade.
Today’s a two-for-one special! You get a short mechanic post and a signal boost!
Now you just gotta figure out which one you want first.
... but when I do, it's not-a-contest. Stay tuned because after over a year of writing colourful humans and Wallflower Blush, I guess it's time to reject humanity and return to horse.
Audio version of this blog, by Imrix. This is Part Two of a series. Part One can be read here.
Just wanted to pop in and comment on what projects I am currently working on and what their present state is.
Today's Valentine's Day! To celebrate, I had originally planned to release a relevant fic today. However, after taking a large change in approach to said fic and now in the process of rewriting it, it's obviously not going to be ready in time. But considering that my past two fics, both posted earlier in the month, also feature that romance tag, I'm not too especially worked up about it.
I couldn't sleep tonight, and I was bored, so I thought I'd come on here and write a long blog post. Fair warning, I'll be using a fuck load of equipment jargon in this post. If you don't know what I'm talking about, click here for an Imgur album I made explaining what everything is.
I wanted to talk about WW2 equipment and, more specifically, reenacting. This'll be a more of a stream of consciousness thing, so bear with me.
Twice a week, I’m immortal, and my brain contains the entire fucking Universe. Alternatively, I die. Zero middle ground.
Let’s talk about stress, exhaustion, and the need for a creative outlet. But, you know, in a funny way.
Hey, guys!
So I haven't been very active in blog posts 'n stuff lately. Been a lot of real life stuff keeping me busy, namely actually spending time with my friends (cause, you know, that's what this show is all about promoting and stuff) and a girlfriend and stuff. And stuff. Lots and lots of stuff.
But you guys don't care about that, nor will I bore you with it. You're here for horse words. And wouldn't you know, I have some for you.
Soon:
by Melanie Martinez
Hey girl, open the walls, play with your dolls
We'll be a perfect family.
When you walk away, it's when we really play
You don't hear me when I say,
Mom, please wake up.
Dad's with a slut, and your son is smoking cannabis
No one ever listens, this wallpaper glistens
Don't let them see what goes down in the kitchen.
Places, places, get in your places
Throw on your dress and put on your doll faces.