Friendship is Optimal:
The Campaigner
TLDR: TC is set to begin releasing on October 31st, in just under two weeks, to coincide with the release of the final chapter of The Advocate.
Greetings, everyone!
Friendship is Optimal:
The Campaigner
TLDR: TC is set to begin releasing on October 31st, in just under two weeks, to coincide with the release of the final chapter of The Advocate.
Greetings, everyone!
I made a mistake releasing the epilogue for Good to be Bad at like 3am or whenever I did it. It probably got buried in other updates, and by the time people actually read fics on here comes around, it'll be totally covered by stuff released at a logical time. Whoops.
I guess I'm stuck with it, but at least I learned a lesson. When I release the sequel I'll be sure to do it at a good time.
- Dumb Oora Birb
All right. First up on the final batch of movie reviews for the year... the original "Dirty Harry."
(First watched July 7th, 2023.)
I'm glad to have seen this one, though I wouldn't say that I loved it. Liked it well enough, sure, and glad to have finally gotten context on it, but I didn't love it.
Nothing much to say, besides apologies for late teaser. Enjoy! Squiggly brackets + underline = lyrical inspirations!
The Thug Life Chose Me: The Dogpound
{"Lemme make this shit clear: you ain't the man of the year. BoB is my clique nigga, don't make this a nightmare."}
Clarence smirked cockily at Rainbow Dash and Applejack.
I had another MLP-related dream recently, which I, of course, figured I'd share with you all, to tide you over until I can find some time to write my next fic... which may be difficult, with school starting back up.
I have worked on helping prostitutes for years. Although many police rape prostitutes (they extort free sex for not arresting, which is rape) and rob prostitutes (they extort money out of prostitutes for not arresting them, which is theft), but I always figured that these are bad apples. Indeed, I work with the former cop, Norma Jean Almodovar and a working police-officer —— ¡wild horses could not get me to divulge his name!
Heya, back again with a new chapter! Hope y'all enjoy this one! Was pretty rough getting it to a point where I'm happy with it! No, I'm not suspiciously using a lot of exclamation marks to seem overly happy for no apparent reason stop asking about it!
There's not much I can discuss here without flat-out just revealing what the chapter's about, so I'll talk about coming up with Meteorite's design. Here's something interesting: I'd never intended for her to be a pegasus.
This week they had some weird stories, with the last couple just being, DEAR SWEET EVIL JESUS!
Lessons we learned this week:
-Trucks do not indeed surf. However his mugshot is just...chef's kiss.
-I do not know what he was doing with all of that butter, but I'm pretty sure it wasn't anything good. Also, his mugshot is scary.
-When driving down the road, surrounded by illegal substances, maybe maintain a low profile.
Like Bio-Cop
Music that I'll never have but wish so hard to have right now
THE VOID
Now it's up to you all to figure out how these things will fit into The Symphony of Canterlot and all future Dr.Folklore stories.
Aight so
just so ya'll know
the Season 9 ending is absolutely non-canon in every single one of my stories, and everything that happens in that can be thrown out and discarded. Yeeted into the trash. Its all disposable. It's cool. We can salvage this shit with AUs and fix-fics, okay? Okay? Okay.
So funny thing happened last night.
I don't have a phone that can play Pokemon GO, but my friend does. When he told me he downloaded it, I offered to drive him around so he could try it out. I thought this would take an hour.
Ha. Ha. HAH.
Does wanting tens of millions of shitty people executed make me a bad person or just an honest one?
EDIT: Note: When I'm less edgy I switch this from "executed" to "sent to reeducation camps so they can learn to be less shitty people".
EDIT EDIT: I hate myself and I hate all the suffering in the world.
It has been a particularly rough week for the Bugsydor. I won't bother you with the details (unless you ask me to, and my response would likely be in PM form), but I will give you a brief summary: The cops were at my place, I was neither a suspect nor a victim, some utterly unconnected things also sucked, and I was a nervous wreck for a few days as a result of all that. However, between the magic of friendship and the passing of time – along with a brief chat with a bishop – I'm feeling much
Oh boy!
I wasn’t going to blog about Monday, but then the end of the day was the perfect capstone, so . . .