It literally just means 'normal'.
In fact, there's no need for 'cis', since we already have many terms to sum the concept up nicely:
Normal
Genuine
Natural
Biological
Healthy
Standard
Norm
Default
Regular
Intended
Real
Actual
Those words can simply be place before terms like:
Gender
Sex
Man
Woman
Male
Female
Person
People
Body
Friendly Reminder:
Izzy Moonbow is a cute pony.
I have nothing to lose nor to gain by making this post, so I'm going to get on with it.
There's a fight coming up in Chapter 5 of The Slash Of Truth but, I'm conflicted between two designs of the enemy. Should I pick:
The White Mask (Rainbow Six Seige)
Or the Taiwan Special Force’s uniform.
They're both cool designs but, I can only pick one. So, I want to hear what you guys think!
Cheers!
Bronycon draws ever closers, and I've been working hard to prepare 2 of the anthologies that were the highest voted from the last pole I did. In case I never confirmed the results, the winning anthologies were:
- The Life and Times of Nyx (Past Sins Sequel Anthology)
- Face The Dark (The Dark Story Anthology)
A while ago (precisely, last year), I have started to think that I'm not talking enough about myself. I've seen so many other authors talk about themselves in blog entries, sometimes even sharing very personal details about their lives, but I never wanted to talk much about myself and give away too many things about me, mainly, because I always thought that doing this makes me vulnerable. But at the same time, I also never liked to hide myself or who I am.
I was looking through one of my older stories. The Heart That Forgot How to Feel. I want to tell you all about this story, about why I wrote it.
That's right, I still exist! For those of you wondering why I disappeared and didn't post anything this past weekend, the answer is simple: I burned out. I realized over the weekend that, in my efforts to maintain a once-a-week update under my current available time, I was running myself ragged and producing a lower-quality product. So I decided it was time to take a break from FIMFiction entirely and just relax for a while. I bought me a new game and have been devoting the past few days to
It’s funny. Because Treehouse rushed out the episodes over the course of about a month, I have access to all of Season 2 of Pony Life. Still going to rotate content while I have it to rotate, but I have quite the backlog for this. Let’s start digging into it.
For those of you that have taken the time to read my story, thank you.
As sort of a thank you, I figured it would be best if I explained why I started this project.
This fic is about vengeance, a lad who joined late into the last year of school has been driven into a blind sense of rage, his motive find and eliminate the source of his ever-growing flame his fuel to keep moving forward. But this boy, he was not just any ordinary human boy.
Follow Joel into the night of Canterlot where the monsters come to play, and the weak get preyed on.
Welcome to The Slash Of Truth where Friendship is condemned.
Hopefully, the alphabet people won't call for hate crime charges against these poor horses.
Even the horses know can tell.
Poor horses.
NPC Twitter User: I'm so sorry you have to deal with this.
Derpy Whooves wonders why someone like me would ever mingle with those I see as inferior to myself.
Simple. Even God has walked among men. Even royalty has walked among their subjects hidden in the form of a fellow commoner.
If Gods can, from time to time, descend from the Heavens to walk among mere mortals. So, why shouldn't I do the same?
The fact is that I've spent decades hiding among those I would label as animals.
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This fic is about vengeance, a lad who joined late into the last year of school has been driven into a blind sense of rage, his motive find and eliminate the source of his ever-growing flame his fuel to keep moving forward. But this boy, he was not just any ordinary human boy.
Follow Joel into the night of Canterlot where the monsters come to play, and the weak get preyed on.
Welcome to The Slash Of Truth where Friendship is condemned.
happy, that's how you made me feel
many times
but now, i feel like you're ignoring me
(couldn't think of a rhyme)
why? you refuse to tell me
though you used to
please answer my question
what did i do?
is it something i said?
is it something i did?
is it something i'm doing?
is it something i'm trying?
you're one of my best friends
or you were
friends don't do this to friends
you're not her
you're not the perky, fun girl i met last year
you're someone i don't know
Antifa, Antiracist, Woke, SJW, BLM, ACAB, White, Liberal, Democrat, Twitter Trash Mantra.
Do you have the time to listen to me whine about nothing and everything all at once?