Emily tightened her grip around Splinter. With Starlight down for the count, this was all she had left.
The mare raised both amulets above Emily, readying for a final, blunt-force blow.
Please.
She braced herself as the amulets began to come down.
Please.
It is amazing how long a couple weeks can feel like.
At the time of writing, less than a week ago I was at Everfree Northwest.
It feels like it was forever ago already.
I was feeling like I haven’t recommended a story in a long time… but the last story I read that got added to my Recommended list was read on May 11th, only 11 days before I wrote this introduction (which I then took four days to post).
Okay and i might actually write one this time (unlike when I said I'd write about dragon con)
I was thinking about writing a Rarity fic (she and sunset are really the only two characters I can write) about halloween preparations. I think it would be similar to "Suited for Success," where Rarity is under pressure to create clothing for her friends, this time for Halloween. how original, i know
Boo...
Here's your introduction to one of the finest singers to debut in Equestria today: Babs Seed.
The first 13 Walt Disney Home Video titles put out for rental on March 4, 1980, when Disney was working with Fotomat to get into the video business. These titles were later made for sale along with rental in October 1980.
(Scans will appear soon)
1. 20,000 LEAGUES UNDER THE SEA
DATE: 10-80 (For Sale Only Version)
Surgery happened. I lived, bitch. Woo. I slept most of the those 48 hours afterward because holy fuck there was pretty much nothing else I could do. Also, The Shining is an absolute mess of a book. Don't touch it; it's not good, I promise. (I could spend like six hours saying why, but I won't; that's not the painkillers talking either.)
With the exciting, following cast:
Twilight Sparkle as Ayame "The Blue in the Snow Field" Kajou!
Spike as Tanukichi Okuma!
So back in 1925, they weren't called 'blogs'. They were called 'essays'.
I’ve been reading essays lately.
I know my audience, believe it or not—I am aware that some of you sneak into my room in the wee hours of night to caress my sleeping angel face and read my diary. For the sake of everybody else in the house, though, I want to explain something: there are two Latin American authors I really, really like.