The Wheel and the Butterfly
A Dan X Pinkie Pie sagaPart 10 Dan & Pinkie Vs. Interspecies RelationshipChapter 71: Pinkie Vs. Breakdown
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Dan winced. Pinkie almost never cussed, aside from in her own pony vernacular. Dan gritted his teeth and dug his hands into his easy chairs rests, preparing for the mother of all freak outs which was likely to occur right on his lap.
“DAN! I’M STILL A PONY! WHAT DO?!” Pinkie shrieked.
“Uh…that sentence needed a subject…” Dan replied.
“THIS IS NO TIME TO PLAY GRAMMAR POLICE!” Pinkie screamed she pressed face against Dan and stared at him with wide, panicked looking eyes. “I’M A DIFFERENT SPECIES THAN MY BOYFRIEND!”
“Pinkie…”
“NO! NOT THIS TIME!” Pinkie cried, scooting back on Dan’s lap and leaning back as she leveled a forehoof at him. “This is grade ‘A’, sweeps week, prime Pinkie Pie freaking out time!”
Dan sighed. “Alright, fine…”
Pinkie nodded. “…That’s better…”
“…”
“DAN! I’M STILL A PONY?! WHAT DO?!” Pinkie shrieked.
“You said that already,” Dan said.
Pinkie mushed her forehooves against her cheeks. “IT BEARS REPEATING!” Pinkie screamed.
Dan’s eyes widened as Pinkie latched onto his shirt with his forehooves. “CAN YOU LOVE A PONY?!”
“Uh…I already said, ‘yes’…” Dan said with a pensive grin.
Pinkie began to violently shake Dan. “BUT YOU MAY HAVE JUST SAID THAT TO KEEP ME CALM WHILE WE WERE IN ANOTHER DIMENSION! NOW WE’RE HOME AND WE HAVE TO DEAL WITH BEING DIFFERENT SPECIES!”
“Stop…shak…ing…me…you…id..iot..ic…goof…ball…” Dan stammered out while Pinkie continued to aggressively shake him by his shirt.
Pinkie gasped and stopped shaking Dan. “You called me goofball!” She said with a grin.
“So I…so I did…” Dan uttered dizzily.
Pinkie’s smile suddenly dropped. “Dan, don’t divorce me, please!” she pleaded.
Dan placed his hands on either side of his head in an attempt to steady his vision. “We’re not married.” he reminded.
Pinkie glanced up to the ceiling and tapped a forehoof against her chin. “Oooh, yeah…”
“…”
“Dan, don’t break up with me, please!” Pinkie pleaded, placing her forehooves together under her chin.
“Why the heck would I do that?!” Dan replied.
Pinkie leapt off of Dan’s lap and proceeded to continue her freak out, throwing panicky arms and forehooves out in all directions.
“’Cause if you broke up with me, I’d be devastated! And if I became devastated, I’d have to binge on ice cream, except no one is going to sell me ice cream BECAUSE I’M A FLIPPIN’ PONY!”
“…Did you hear what I just said?”
“And since I’m a flippin’ pony, I can’t go to work! And if can’t work I might get deported…”
“Mew?”
Dan watched as Mr. Mumbles trotted out of the bedroom and towards the easy chair.
“…but I can’t be deported back to Equestria, because no one but you even thinks it’s real! So I’ll be deported to France…” Pinkie began to inhale as much oxygen as ponyly possible. “Hwuuuuuuuuuu…”
Mr. Mumbled jumped onto Dan’s lap. “Merow?”
“…uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu…”
Dan rolled his eyes. “Dimensional mishap,” he said to his cat. “Don’t worry, I’m sure she’ll wear herself out soon…”
“…uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.” Pinkie let out a large exhale. “…WHERE THEY EAT HORSES!” she screamed.
*an hour later*
“…AND I’LL NEVER LEARN HOW TO PLAY THE SAXOPHONE!”
“Aaaany minute now…” Dan uttered, as much to himself as Mr. Mumbles. “Aaaany minute…”
*another hour later*
“NONE OF MY CLOTHES FIT ME ANY MORE!” Pinkie declared as she wore her now very loose fitting vest and shirt combination with a pair of jeans, he sleeves and pants sleeves laying limp and flat on the ground with her pony legs being far shorter than her human limbs were. Tears began to shoot out of Pinkie’s eyes like a fountain and she buried her face in the arms of her shirt. “WHUAAAAAHAAAAAHAAAAAAAAhaaaaaaaaaaa!”
Dan grumbled to himself as he continued to stroke Mr. Mumbles.
*a couple hours later*
“…BUT I WON’T LOOK LIKE THE OTHER HORSES AND THEY’LL THINK I’M DEFECTIVE, SO THEY’LL SEND ME TO THE GLUuUuUuUuUE FACTORY! I DON’T WANT TO BE GLUuUuUuUuUuUuUuUE! WHUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”
Pinkie suddenly stopped.
“Not that the last four hours haven’t been…” Dan rolled his eyes “…like…a bonkers amount of fun, but are you finally done?”
“I think I’m hyperventilating!” Pinkie cried.
Dan stared at his pony turned human turned back to pony girlfriend blankly for a second then buried his face in both hands.
“No wait…I’m DEFINITELY hyperventilating!” Pinkie declared as she began to rapidly and loudly breathe air in and out. “HUFFPUFFHUFFPUFFHUFFPUFFHUFFPUFF…I NEED A PAPER BAG!”
“They’re under the sink…” Dan reminded from behind his hands.
Pinkie quickly flashed Dan a wide, mad smile. Her eyes were puffy and bloodshot, her hair was a frazzled mess. “Thanks, Dan!” She zoomed over to the sink, threw open the doors to the cabinet below, placed a bag over her head, and began her rapid breathing once more. “HUFFPUFFHUFFPUFFHUFFPUFFHUFFPUFF…”
‘POP!’
Dan opened his fingers slightly to peer at Pinkie.
Pinkie’s eyes darted over the popped pieces of paper bag around her.
“I’M A BAG MURDERER!” She cried. “THEY’LL GIVE ME THE CHAIR FOR SUuUuUuURE!” She grabbed another paper bag from under the sink and placed it over her head, continuing her frantic hyperventilating.
“Merow?”
Dan looked down at his cat and sighed. “Yeah, we really should have recycled those at some point…”
‘POP!’
“OH MY CELESTIA, DOUBLE HOMICIDE!”
Dan watched as Pinkie popped 22 more bags over her head in a similar fashion.
‘POP!’
“Oh…huff…my…puff..Celestia…da…double…huff…deca…puff…quadruple…homicide…” Pinkie’s eyes rolled back into her head as her head lolled around on her neck. She collapsed to the floor, legs sprawled on all directions.
Mr. Mumbles jumped of Dan’s lap as the two made their way over to Pinkie.
“Prrrrrrr…” Mr. Mumbled bounded up to Pinkie, licking tears from her face.
Pinkie giggled softly “Hehe…good kitty…”
Dan stood above Pinkie with his legs apart, hands on his hips, and gazed down at the pink pony with a look of irritation on his face.
Pinkie looked up at Dan with big, sky-blue, watery eyes and a quivering lip. “Please don’t break up with me.” She pleaded.
“I already said I wouldn’t over four hours ago!” Dan said as he narrowed his eyes at Pinkie.
“Ooooh… Sorrrrrr-yeeeee…” Pinkie offered through a nervous smile and clenched teeth. She glanced around the now thoroughly trashed apartment. The fridge hung open with all kinds of food and beverages strewn about the kitchen area floor, her clothes were strewn all over the apartment, and a couple of the windows were now broken. “Uhhh…guess I over did it…”
Dan cocked an eyebrow. “You screamed at a soda can for 20 minutes straight because you couldn’t work the pull tab.”
Pinkie winced. “I should apologize to that soda can…” she mused.
“Yeah, you threw that out a window and hospitalized a pedestrian.”
Pinkie pursed her lips into a tight frown. “Oh…”
“Finished?”
“Yeah…I don’t have the energy to freak out anymore…”
Dan nodded. “Good.” He leaned down towards Pinkie.
“Hey, what are you…Whoa…”
Pinkie’s expression turned surprised as Dan scooped her up in his arms, made his way back to his easy chair, and sat down, resting the sprawled out Pinkie on his lap.
Dan began to run his hand over Pinkie’s frazzle mane and down her back.
Pinkie felt the tension drain from her body as she finally closed her eyes and relaxed. Enjoying the feeling of Dan’s hand lighting running through her mane and gently caressing her back.
“Sorry,” Dan offered, “I’ve never had a pony as a pet…or girlfriend before.”
“You’re doing fine…” Pinkie cooed softly.
“Look,” Dan began, “I wanted to tell you this…like…a couple hours ago…but you were busy attempting to hang the can-opener for high treason…”
Pinkie winced. “We need a lot of new kitchen tools now, don’t we?”
“Actually, they’re probably all just outside in a pile where you made them walk the plank.” Dan explained.
“We have a plank?” Pinkie asked as she looked up and cocked an eye at Dan. “…Our kitchen tools can walk?”
“Well…no and no,” Dan answered. “You sort of just leaned a piece of wood out of the bedroom window and started pushing everything down it while talking like a pirate.”
“Wow…I uh…really lost it there for a bit, didn’t I?”
Dan nodded. “Now shut up, I’m trying to tell you something important.”
“Right!” Pinkie moved a forehoof over her mouth in a zipper motion.
“Uh…I umm…I just wanted to say…erm…well…I still have you here with me…” Dan rubbed the back of his head. “…and…that’s all that matters…’cause I love you…and uh…it really doesn’t matter what you look like...and stuff…”
Wow…maybe I should have practiced that one…
Pinkie whimpered as her eyes began to fill with tears.
Dan stared down at her. “Well?” he asked expectedly.
Pinkie pursed her lips into a pout and pointed at her mouth with a forehoof.
“Oh, right…you can talk now.”
Pinkie moved a hoof over her mouth as if unzipping it. “BEST BOYFRIEND, EVER!” She screeched, raising herself onto her haunches and throwing her arms around Dan’s torso, constricting him in a tight embrace.
“GHRK!” Dan uttered as he felt his spine crack slightly.
“Oh Dan,” Pinkie cried as she began to nuzzle her head against her boyfriend’s chest, “I love you so much!”
“Yeah…” Dan choked out. “Could…could you loosen your grip just a tad?” Dan asked. “I need my…spine for all my basic motor functions,” he explained.
“Ooops…” Pinkie retracted he arms and sat back on Dan’s lap. “…Sorry,” she said meekly.
Dan shook his head and gave Pinkie a small smile. “Don’t worry about it.” He suddenly grinned. “Hey, Pinkie?”
“Yes, Dan?”
“Dan you think you can love a human?”
Pinkie’s eyes went wide as a grin fought its way onto her face and happiness into her cadence. They slowly conquered every bit of her features until she was smiling and laughing uproariously.
“…HAHAHAHAHAHA…” Pinkie laughed loudly and hard, even to the point where tears formed in her eyes.
Dan just smiled.
Pinkie began to regain her composure. “Hahahahehehe…” She nuzzled her head against Dan’s chest and chin. “You always know the right thing to say…”
“Huh…I don’t think anyone has ever said that to me, before…” Dan mused.
Pinkie laid back down on her stomach as Dan began stroking her again, “I wonder how the bakery will get on without me tomorrow…” she mumbled.
Dan looked down at Pinkie in surprise. “Wow, you really don’t remember anything about the last several hours, do you?”
Pinkie’s looked up with a panicked expression. “Uh-oh, what I do?”
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Pinkie once again sat on Dan’s lap, squishing Mr. Mumbles in between the two as she put her forehooves on Dan’s shoulders and continued to scream frantically. “OHMYGOSH, DAN! I WON’T BE ABLE TO GO INTO WORK TOMORROW!”
“Wow…uh…that’s like a new level of not really important at all you just discovered…” Dan replied pensively.
“Mrrrrrrrr…” Mr. Mumbles mewed out from in between the couple.
“YOU HAVE TO TAKE OVER FOR ME!” Pinkie screamed.
“Me!? I’m sure Chris…”
“DAN! PINKIE PROMISE ME RIGHT NOW YOU’LL MAKE SURE EVERYTHING GOES OKAY AT THE BAKERY TOMORROW!”
“Uh…really? You think that’s…”
“PROMISE! PINKIE PROMISE RIGHT NOW!” Pinkie shouted as she pressed her face against Dan’s.
“MrRrRrRrRrRrR…” Mr. Mumbled mewed angrily as Pinkie squashed her further into Dan’s stomach.
Dan gulped. “Cross my heart, and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye.”
Pinkie breathed a sigh of relief and jumped back onto the floor.
Suddenly, her eyes went wide one again. “I CAN’T WEAR RINGS ANYMORE!”
Dan smacked his hand against his face. “You didn’t wear rings in the first place!”
“Meow…” a more ruffled than usual Mr. Mumbles replied as she went back to laying on Dan’s lap.
“AND NOW I NEVER WILL!” Pinkie declared in a panicked tone.
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Pinkie smacked a forehoof against her face.
“Well, I don’t have to go…” Dan offered.
Pinkie sighed. “A Pinkie promise is a Pinkie promise, even if made under duress…”
“That seems unfair,” Dan pointed out.
“Well, I didn’t make the rules…” Pinkie said.
“Uh…I think you did…”
Pinkie paused. “Well…okay, but I’m not going to just change them even if I really want to…”
“If you’re sure…” Dan replied.
Pinkie sighed. “I’m sure…” Her face lit up and she looked at Dan. “Hey! I bet I can just ask Twilight if she knows a way to change me back, while you’re out! She knows everything about magic!”
Dan paused. “And this thought didn’t occur to you several hours ago, because..?”
Pinkie’s face flushed red and she giggled to herself nervously.
Dan shook his head. “Well, whatever…” He gently patted Pinkie’s head and began to sit up.
Pinkie jumped off Dan’s lap unto the floor.
“If I need to show up to bakery before it’s even light out, I better get to bed.” Dan mused as he bent down to take off his shoes. “Traveling to another dimension is hard work…and so is killing the inhabitants of that dimension,” he added shedding his jeans and t-shirt.
Pinkie just stared at Dan with a pensive look. “Bed…right…”
As Dan made his way to the couple’s bed. As he lifted the covers he turned back at the pink pony and shot her look of equal parts confusion and irritation. “Are you coming, or not, goofball?”
Pinkie’s face exploded with happiness. In a pink blur, the lights were out in the apartment as Pinkie turned them off and dove under the covers with her boyfriend.
Pinkie curled up next to Dan and nuzzled her head against his chin as Dan draped an arm across her body.
“Goodnight, Dan. I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
“Dan?”
“Yeah, goofball.”
“Thanks for saving me…and being the best boyfriend ever.”
Dan pulled Pinkie in closer to him. “You’re welcome…uh…thanks for deciding you could love a different species.”
Pinkie erupted in laughter. “HeheheHAHAHAHAHAHA..! You’re too awesome not to love.”
Dan smiled and rubbed his face against Pinkie’s thick, luscious curls. “Yeah, you too.”
Please have Chris and Elise see Pony Pinkie they'll realize she wasn't lying.(Dear god I am laughing so hard right now!!!!!!!)
3794420 This. 100% this. Next chapter. I want to see Elise's head being blown up by Pinkie's pony-self pronking about her person as she prattles about a party to celebrate surviving the nexus AND keeping Dan as her boyfriend.
In the fun fact factor, either you know someone on the inside at DHX or you and the writers are eerily in sync. In the newest episode its revealed that Pinkie loves to scrapbook... How the heck did you know? Talk, now!
4 hours of crazy?.. Yup, Pinkie is definitely exhausted from the Nexus.
Next on Dan Vs, Dan finds German porn by accident and has an idea. Elaine gets a call to bring an unregistered alien visitor in for questioning.
YES! Interspecies romance...Wait, it was already interspecies...but she was human...with the mind of a pony. Okay, I'm stopping now.
Loved it so far. {Kind of hoping she stays that way...What? I have a little insane side to me too.}
The potential. Muahaha. I'll laugh with effort when results are produced. Though I don't doubt your writing prowess.
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I considered pointing this out myself. It was a pleasant surprise to see I had basically predicted Pinkie Pie behavior with my early chapters.
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Dan might be able to use it to it's full potential, it's more his own personality that I think would prevent him from being a great super hero.
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You have indeed accurately guessed a few things here that will be dealt with.
Only four? She must be tired. I thought she would have at least gone for five.
That is a whole new meaning to "heavy petting"
Also, aside from the mentioned Elise head 'espolding that should be hilarious, I can't help but think that this all ends with Pinkie at a farm somewhere. I mean, it would be so much funnier to just leave her as a pony for an arc or two. At first, everybody would be freaking out, but eventually the sheer madness of her existence would just be seen as normal. Eventually we could come to a point where the fact that she's quadrapedal would randomly come up and everyone would just suddenly remember.
Though I will say I dread what this means for their sex lives, both for them in the story (because who has to deal with this kind of s**t?), but because you may have to write this without being a fetishistic about it and is the most awkward thing ever, from every angle.
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You know...I have a question:
In the upcoming chapters...is there any part where Pinkie just...vents and reflects a bit more? Like, a modicum of comedy but a majority of just straight up drama about the mess her life has become and the individual she's become as part of it?
Because, at this point, after all that's happened so far, if this book (the Hobbit was about 90,000 words long last time I checked, so yeah, your fic would be like over seven hundred pages if it were in print and thus a book) were a movie or a tv series, I REALLY think the audience would need a break from all of the constant crazyness and just slow down and smell the roses in the form of the characters themselves slowing down and smelling the roses...whether they're sweet or rancid.
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She mused that she was becoming desensitized a while back when she wanted Dan to eat Vegetables.
There are a few things that are bothering her that will be addressed in the next part from where you're at and she also offhandedly addresses what has happened to her behavior much later. She DOES reflect later that the messes she and Dan often find themselves in are probably greatly due to their own behaviors and how they approach situations, though this is quickly sort of played off for laughs.
Though, she's sort of unwaveringly upbeat still, so I've never really had her do a full breakdown regarding the state of her life. Part of the issue here is that she's always sort of making the best out of a bad situation, even to the point where she's actually enjoying her time on Dan's world (not necessarily more than Equestria, but she ain't really miserable either). Kinda hard to to have Pinkie really bemoan her life when she has the mindset of dumping enough sugar on the lemons life gives her that she rarely even tastes them on the way down.
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Yeah, but reading through ALL of the craziness here without some sort of protracted break is getting REALLY exhausting!
Make no mistake, it's good stuff, and funny as all get-up, but darn it, it's like eating to much of a good thing like...well...pretty much everything Chris likes to eat...
I mean...at some point your mind just gets you know and you need to have a long enough moment to ease the tension a little bit and drain out all of the cholesterol and salt and heavy metals from your system, you know?
Hello, it's me...again
Few things i noticed.
Isn't it Can?
Also
Isn't it onto?
Yes I'm fussy, no I don't care
Also BRILLIANT CHAPTER
Couldn't stop laughing!
Keep up the great work
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Fixed! Thanks.
Yeah, that second line you pointed out was kinda a mess. I cleaned the whole thing up.
3795837 rage much? Honestly... Bieber has some talent... but not as much talent as the musicians I grew up with... i honestly feel down when I compare old school pop, such as Cher and the like, to Beiber's brand of "pop"
Personally... i don't like Beiber's music and I wish more people would listen to much more complex music than a series of electronical beeps and boops... If You Don't Understand What I Mean... go look up Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen... it is one complex song and it was written and performed by one man and his band
I believe I have made my point... and finally... Bloody get over the fact that people hate Beiber and black and go listen to REAL music... good day sirrah
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Ok, a little advice in general since you seem to be marathoning this:
Don't
Really, this is good in small doses, but too much of anything will make you hate it, and this is from a guy who once ate instant oatmeal for breakfast for a year, the stopped eating it at all for a long time.
Pace yourself, if you're not already done. Take it a chapter or two at a time.
And, as to the comment on Cody....
That's not social Darwinism, that's actual Darwinism in action. Horror movies are good for that.
Social Darwinism is usually something rich people come up with to justify them being rich by essentially saying "you deserve it". Its based upon the idea that you see immediate result of your efforts bringing you success, and if you're poor, its because you didn't try hard enough or were otherwise unsuitable to survive. Critical thinking without a vested interest will easily see why its bullshit. Rich people still work under this conceit in large part, as well as the Republican opposition to welfare reform.
Also, its the karmic reasoning for why life sucks in reincarnation, in that you screw up a past life in get reborn into a life that will suck and how you handle it determines if you get a better life next time.
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And, as to the comment on Cody....
"That's not social Darwinism, that's actual Darwinism in action. Horror movies are good for that."
Yeah, killing off the stupid or people who don't know any better and just happen to draw the short end of stick intentionally on the basis that they're genetically inferior and need to be routed out. As a dude with Aspergers, which along with other forms of Autism and Down Syndrome is routinely detected in children before birth an leads to the abortion of the child, different spots same biting dog.
"Social Darwinism is usually something rich people come up with to justify them being rich by essentially saying "you deserve it". "
I know. According to this article, despite what they might say publicly, apparently neo-liberals seem to believe in it more than neo-cons classical-cons or classical libs.
http://www.realclearpolitics.com/articles/2008/03/conservatives_more_liberal_gi
To be more specific, it's "a belief, popular in the late Victorian era in England, America, and elsewhere, which states that the strongest or fittest should survive and flourish in society, while the weak and unfit should be allowed to die. The theory was chiefly expounded by Herbert Spencer, whose ethical philosophies always held an elitist view and received a boost from the application of Darwinian ideas such as adaptation and natural selection.[1] Its leading proponents opine atheism.[2][3][4]"
Basically, it states that the elite of society are there because they possess inherent biological superiority to the rest of humanity. It's also extremely against charity, almost to the point of Randian Objectivism, (which is insane when it comes to its views on charity.) It's basically the strongest rule because they're the strongest and thusly have a right to do what they want to the weak, including weeding out 'genetically inferior' undesirables.
From what I found, it was a foundational core belief of the Nazi Party, as evidenced by their 'evolutionary racism.'
"Critical thinking without a vested interest will easily see why its bullshit."
(And please, don't use cursewords in this little debate. I know very well that it's your right to do so, and will respect that right if you continue, but I'd just suggest you choose more appropriate and potent words.)
So are making entitlements so big that more money needs to be drown into the pot more and more and more for the same results or worse results we've gotten ever LBJ's war on poverty ended. It's 2013, and though the poor are much better off in many ways than the poor were in the 60's and in other countries, they're still considered poor as not moving as fast up the ladder as anyone would like to see them.
Now, this not mean I'm against a safety net for the unlucky folks who lose their jobs through no fault of their own and need a little charity to get back on their feet. I'm against making that net so big that it stops becoming a net and starts becoming a safety hammock where the unlucky folks become increasingly outnumbered by the folks who were fired for a legit reason and aren't even looking for a job because they know they can get on a free teat courtesy of Uncle Sam.
"Rich people still work under this conceit in large part..."
Especially the dems with all their greater wealth yet comparative uncharitableness to the 'big bad Republicans.' Bud-Um-Tsk.
"as well as the Republican opposition to welfare reform."
Silly me. And here I thought the bulk of that opposition was due to the old parable, 'Give a man a fish, and he can eat for a day. Teach a man to fish, and he can eat for a lifetime' and the fear that making entitlements too big would create more problems than it solved. Like ObamaCare, though not AS bad as that train wreck. BUD-UM-TSK.
"Also, its the karmic reasoning for why life sucks in reincarnation, in that you screw up a past life in get reborn into a life that will suck and how you handle it determines if you get a better life next time."
I thought the reasoning was due to how much of a nerf-herder a person was...though...assuming you're talking about Hindi reincarnation and not Buddhist reincarnation...this makes more sense.
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"I believe I have made my point... and finally... Bloody get over the fact that people hate Beiber..."
When those people stop taking to such ridiculous extremes as they generally tend to do and have done ever since he came out. He's average. He's nothing special or something to get worked over in the hate department. Why did so many people blow their hatred for him out of proportion?
"and black and go listen to REAL music... good day sirrah.:"
Implying that I listen to Bieber even though I'd say it's rather heavily implied that I don't and was just making a point about how much undue hate he received when he was first starting out.
Now though, he's gone completely Vanilla Ice and Marky Mark, so I can see the hate being more justified (heck, even I don't like him personally now), but I still think if he didn't receive so much undue hatred when he was younger that he could have turned out...errr...better.
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Little girl's television show. You're argument in favor of Hard Cider being actual cannon instead of personal head cannon or for a specific story is invalidated.
Plus, what proof do you have that the comics are cannonical?
Also, if you really are hell bent on the cider being Hard, it's a common thing in kid shows to have an alcohol substitute instead of the real thing yet have the art and the characters still act like it's the real thing for the purposes of parody even though there is no alcohol involved. They did that in KND a lot whenever they showed the soda bar. Heck, if you really wanna get technical, they did that with salt back in the Appleloosa episode.
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I'm not really looking for an argument here, but you have my reasoning. I tend to look towards the cartoon first, then comics, then fanon when I write my stories out. That being said, I don't like this notion that arguing "It's a cartoon" or "It's a cartoon for girls" is sort of a trump card used to end arguments.Each of us is free to analyze and interpret as we wish, so long as we're not being completely contradictory. I've seen too many interesting forum topics dismissed simply because MLP "is a cartoon".
It's apparently a cartoon where "crazy cat lady" and "dead cat" can be played for laughs (latest episode), so there's definitely still the notion that there's humor to keep the adults who watch entertained.
Whether it's actually alcoholic or not in that particular episode is not really important to this chapter, all that's really important is whether Pinkie actually has encountered alcohol and is down with consuming mass quantities of it in favor of one-upping Don.
Given the comics count as canon for this particular fic, I'm going to roll with the cast occasionally drinking. It's the readers right to object here, if they wish, but I can't really please everyone given just how many readers I have and just how long this whole thing is.
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I'm not dismissing your claim because 'it's a cartoon,' but because it's a cartoon targeted at a very specific audience that doesn't leave a whole lot of room, outside of head cannon, for what you are suggesting.
If I thought the show wasn't quality, if I thought cartoons weren't cool or awesome or art or fun or worthy of the time, then why do you think I'm here and have written fics? Hrmmm?
Alrighty then.
I don't support your obsession with ponies colorful pastel pony pansies (though not as bad as the previous generations) drinking alcohol and think it's deplorable, but I will protect your right to be deplorable with my life...well...some random by standers life. Gotta have a meat shield, ya know?
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I would just like to point out that regular cider doesn't foam coming out of the tap, but some forms of hard cider do. This is counter balanced by the fact that at the end of the episode all of it is fresh squeezed. Plenty of ambivalence there... Also, who on earth could possibly believe that the ponies get drunk off of salt as shown in Over a Barrel? Animals go to salt licks to deal with a mineral deficiency in their diet. This suggests that the "salt" being served in Appaloosa is something with a bit more kick.
I think that this subject was covered best by this snippet from Fanfic is Crapsack:
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"This suggests that the "salt" being served in Appaloosa is something with a bit more kick."
Someone should look at their own advice about 'ambivalence...'
Also, Faust has long since been kicked off the show, so why you bring her up aside from that one awesome fic where she was an Alicorn who came to the land she created or that awesome Superman fic where there was a priest that invoked Faust, I'm confused.
3798923 My point was to illustrate the ambivalence and to inject a few additional facts and a bit of opinion.
As far as the snippet I shared, it was referring to some early comments from Faust that there was no alcohol, steam engines or electricity in Equestria, but by the end of the first season, electricity was shown (the device Twilight hooked Pinkie up to), steam power was implied (the train to Appaloosa has every appearance of a steam engine... Maybe it ran out of fuel or broke down forcing the crew to pull it) and alcohol was hinted at (salt lick). All in Season 1.
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Ah. Alrighty then. I apologize.
"Consistency? WHAT'S THAT?" --Nostalgia Critic.
3799598 Don't sweat it.
I hope this isn't permanent. Interspecies romance, no matter how sapient, is teh squick to me. Hope it goes back to status quo soon.
I'm loving this!
I'm with those eagerly awaiting Elise & Chris's reactions
While there've been several who've expressed having Elise's head explode, I'd vote for her going all girly when seeing an adorable, pink pony who's her friend
She might be the only one who could change Pinkie back, but keep delaying it to live out a childhood dream of having her own pony ( much like the dance competition).
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I think I broke my brain. 4Chan reference? LOL.
*grabs popcorn*
oh, this gunna be good.
Dan began to run his hand over Pinkie’s frazzle mane and down her back
Enjoying the feeling of Dan’s hand lighting running through her mane
1. Frazzled.
2. Lightly. I don't think lightning hands would feel very comfortable.
AAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWW
4671727 oh would you just shut up everybody get's the point this fanfic has a lot of typos sheesh.
5502795 If you think this is bad, read Rebirth of The Damned, a WC3 crossover fic. Don't know if there are still the typos there but I've also listed them down. Need to get back to that eventually.
Wait till Chris and Elise see Pinkie.
Funny and adorable as this chapter was, it had a LOT more typos than usual.