EYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY · 12:48am Jul 30th, 2016
It was so much fun! We went to Starbucks to talk shit and then I ran into a guy from Jesus camp. Then we talked more shit at my house and it was really chill.
It was so much fun! We went to Starbucks to talk shit and then I ran into a guy from Jesus camp. Then we talked more shit at my house and it was really chill.
Celestia smiled at the little gesture. “You’re right. Like the weasel you are, you’ve worked your way into my heart.”
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“But… is it… love?”
She drew in a sharp breath. “Yes.”
That same finger now quickly tapped as if he were trying to listen for something within. “There’s love for me in there?”
Y’all may remember from yesterday (technically, really early this morning) I lost my shovel, found my shovel, broke my shovel, bought a new shovel, and then broke that shovel, too.
Naturally, our tale does not end there.
Nor, fortunately, does the collection of shovel-themed pony pics.
Hello, friends! After several months of off-and-on-writing and plenty of procrastination, I have finally finished the first draft of Killing Me Softly, a 4,569-word StarTrix romantic drama comedy told from Trixie's perspective, and I'm looking for some people to help me polish it! This is the longest one-shot I've written in six years, and I legitimately have put a lot of work into it, so I'd really like it to shine! (And ideally make it to the feature box.) You know it's serious when
It's my birthday.
Things aren't going great.
I don't know how to talk about that without being depressing and self-pitying.
I'm glad ya'll are here, though. I'm glad this community is trying to stick together despite the pandemic.
Stay safe, and be excellent to each other.
Peace.
Just pretend this isn't over a lava river or something
Hello, my lovelies. If you've not yet seen it, we have an interlude up for Star Trek: Phoenix written by my editor, Vic Fontaine. It features a couple of characters we haven't seen for a long while.
...I think I've fallen back into SombraPie shipping hell. Again. Like, it's been kinda lowkey for the past while, but damn, I got hella inspired after that review for the finale and now I got a whole AU situation going on up in here. I get that the whole "Evil ruler and soldier from the opposing side" thing isn't the healthiest dynamic, but it has got me interested... Also, I've been listening to Halsey and Maroon 5 for this AU, and it oddly fits...
Phew. EQLA was awesome and exhausting in equal measure and it's not even completely over yet! But that doesn't mean you don't get your new chapter of Prerogative!
Share and enjoy!
-Novel
Aside from being lonely, life is pretty good. Last night, I went to a dance class for the first time in forever. It went much better than I thought it would and I had a lot of fun. I'm happy but am still in that off mood. I won't drink anymore to make it go away, so I'm forced to deal with my emotions. I wish that I could see my friends more often. I thought I'd be a hell of a lot more social now that I have my license, but I was wrong. My mind keeps telling me that I'm not
Oh yeah. Look for new Icefics too.
If you all will remember, some time ago I swore I'd attend the last Bronycon, but for a while things were looking rather rocky. Finances have not been great in Nyronus land, even by my usual abysmal standards, and my plan to save money in handfuls at a time was blown apart by spending more months than not barely in the black. Plus, shenanigans have diminished my tax returns greatly, which was my usual foundation for saving for Bronycon.
But, I have fortuitous news.
Harmony freakout beneath the cut.
Fun fact, this chapter that I've just posted was surprisingly fun, and my second most recent chapter. It was also a chapter I did at byootfick in the dead of night, cranking out roughly four fifths of the entire chapter in one go (roughly 4000 words). I had NEVER been that motivated. This is ALSO a chapter my editor and best friend highly enjoyed, which surprised me a bit. He certainly likes my work, but this was much higher praising than I was used to, which made me a little suspicious, but
I know it's late and all and Christmas stuff. But since I've got no family or Christmas stuff to worry about, I think I'm going to work on the next chapter. As usual, below are the links.
*See everyone's lives going to hell.*
Welp.
*Sits at table and grabs a drink.*
I am surrounded by fire, like there's a major fire right next to our town, and more major fires semi close to us in every direction. The smoke is thick as fog, you can always smell it. Street lights at night aluminate it and it's impossible to see anything in the horizon. We have these nice, big hills about 4-6 miles away from the town, can't see em.
In case y’all haven’t noticed the Feature Box today, right uptop there’s another not-a-contest story, called Pegasus Pizza. Ponies love pizza; that’s an actual fact.*
Live-reading of this blog, by Imrix. In case you don't feel like reading, now you can listen to it.
I’m not good with romance. I am to romance what a fiberglass handjob is to foreplay. I have been defined as “an emotional wet fart” by at least three different psychologists.