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This story is a sequel to I Wrote This at the End of 2017 Because I No Longer Care


Sunset Shimmer visits Equestria.

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One of my favorite pictures. :heart:

Real skirtsposting hours who’s up?

Follow the sequel links, see where they go :rainbowlaugh:.

"Hey, Starlight. You don't have a magical artifact or two you're not using, do you?"

"You mean so you can take it back through the portal, cause some sort of disaster that will bring all your friends back together for a short while and you can just enjoy the way it was for a time?"

"No. Well. Maybe."

"I'll have Pinkie bake you a cake, and you can invite all your friends over to eat it. Less property damage that way."

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How the hell do you even define those hours?

~Skeeter The Lurker

This was wonderful.

Sunset forgot to mention she and Wallflower got married though.

When you cant think of muffin to eat, dont make it crueller.:derpytongue2:

This was... oddly cleansing to read.

....thank you. Thank you for this.

~Skeeter The Lurker

this is too fuckin real for me

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are...
are you trying to impose your headcanon onto this story?

There will Always be Ponies.....

OH GODDAMMIT HERE COME THE TEARS AGAIN! :fluttercry:

"There will always be ponies."
Such a strangely comforting resolve coming from the one who showed us they're End a scanner few years ago.

Wonderful story, 'Splosions!

There'll be always be ponies.

Indeed. People still write Cthulhu Mythos stories, and Lovecraft's been dead for so long that his stuff is public domain. (Never mind that most of them miss the point. People have been missing the point of the Mythos since Derleth and that guy was actually friends with HP. Also, it's a pretty dumb point that amounts to looking at the "pale blue dot" and deciding to off yourself over it.)

Something interesting happened today. I put on pants.




If you hang out with me during the right time of year, or see me jogging early in the morning or late at night (probably the latter), you’ll notice that I dress differently from most people. Even when I put on a windbreaker, a fleece, or maybe even a true winter coat, I’ll still be walking around in shorts.

I’ve always taken a cold better than I do heat, and definitely way better than humidity. My mom would joke that I was part polar bear. At home, whenever someone asked “is it cold in here?” or “is there a draft?” I would reply “No,” And the response would be “sure, I’ll catch you wouldn’t be!”

Are used to think that I was tough or resilient, and I could power through kind of discomfort. Recent years I’ve just been suspecting that it’s my gigantic Gastrocnemius muscles keeping me warm.

My huge muscles down there don’t really come from careful maintenance of my body. Since I was a little kid I’ve always been a toe-walker. I’ve put so much weight on an equal portions of my legs, my hamstring became painfully tight, I struggled with trying to do the most basic stretches, like toe-touching. Of course I didn’t realize the problem until after I dropped my Tae-Keon-Do class, and stop doing my weekly stretching.

But today, I got back to my apartment after traveling out of state for a finale viewing party. After spending a few more hours snacking and looking online at more peoples reactions and tributes (which I was already up until three last night doing), I decided I finally need to step out. It has been pleasantly brisk day, and it was the perfect time for a run. I got out the door at six, started walking down the sidewalk, and quickly realize jogging shorts weren’t going to cut it.

So I went back in, marched upstairs, and put on the outdoor-workout pants that can retain heat, which had been sitting at the top of my hanger closet for over half a year.

I’ve been watching the fallout of the finale with more tension in my stomach then at any point of the finale actually airing (with one, maybe two exceptions, but I’ll get around to describing those). People keep posting about what they're doing to commemorate the show and little rituals like long walks they do. Or on the opposite spectrum, getting pissed over villains.

I did get sad during part of the finale, and one scene legit makes me cry. But all those things had to do with seeing help characters had actually progressed. I guess I’d already come to grips a while back I about the chronology of the show itself ending. I still have the friends that I made within reach of the visitation and contact, and have plenty of fan works I STILL have to experience. I think I may have realized that self-assuredness during the final Bronycon, where I felt touched by the final send off, but I never felt the urge to break down or dread.

I get more personally sad when I fans open up their hearts and pour the contents all over the Internet.

(If you only have time for one, watch this first one; it really is the best, even if I think the latter two are underappreciated)

I guess I could give it a shot. A chapter of a very special collective consciousness is ending. The weather’s shifted over enough that I’ve had to alter my physical habits. It’s cold. While I prefer shorts, autumn is still my favorite time of year. So I guess I did find a personal metaphor to hawk to Bronies on the Internet.

And it turned out to be in my pants.

Oh hey the madness cats

Even if it's a crutch, it's ok to have a crutch. The world does suck, and ponies can be an escape, but it can also make the world suck less.

A lot people want to make the world better, and are willing to put in the work to do it, to give of themselves to help everyone. But, they don't know how. There's no easy way to fix the world, but there isn't even any obvious hard way to fix the world. Maybe they could try starting on a smaller scale, making things better for just one person at a time. Maybe ponies can help with that.

"Well, if that is the way it is done, then that is the way you must do it. But, should you need us..."

There will always be ponies.

There will always be ponies, and not all of them will be horse-shaped. Thank you for this.

"There will always be ponies."

And the world will be better for this
That one man, scorned and covered with scars
Still strove with his last ounce of courage
To reach the unreachable stars

I enjoyed this - Sunset has taken a heavy burden upon herself, and it's good to know that there are others there to help her take the load.

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An escape- or perhaps rather, a reminder.

If Man maketh Pony, then there is yet hope for Man, for they have not forgotten the things that maketh Pony to begin with and hold them dear in their secret hearts.

Dark path. Amazing when having next to no empathy becomes a boon.

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