Apple Bloom's song for Luna. · 3:18am Mar 22nd, 2014
You have come by way of sorrow
You have come by way of tears,
But you'll reach your destiny
Meant to find you all these years...
The Force is the Force, of course, of course, and no one can horse with the Force of course--that is of course unless the horse is the Jedi Master, Ed ("Stay away from the Dark Side, Willlburrrr...")!
You have come by way of sorrow
You have come by way of tears,
But you'll reach your destiny
Meant to find you all these years...
What if someone already did…
Art by the most excellent SophieCabra, whom you should visit here.
And while we're on the subject, why not:
Twilight as Spock from Classic Trek, with Rainbow Dash as Kirk
And Applejack as McCoy: "Y'aint got no blood pressure t'speak of, y'goldurn pointy-horned galoot!"
It’s hard to watch a character making the mistakes you’ve made, knowing the price he’ll have to pay. It’s hard to watch a character avoiding the mistakes you’ve made, knowing the price he’ll have to pay for that.
T. Rex (of "Bang a Gong" fame) and classic movie dance scenes:
Hope everybody's having a rockin' Saturday night!
...how does one insert a cut tag in one's post?
I keep trying but my lolcats just won't go through the intertubes right, even when I type their instructions IN ALL CAPS SO THEY ARE CLEAR.
WTF Dr. Seuss?
FY Dr. Seuss:
The true, historical and accurate account of how the ancient and noble Anglo-Saxon family of Godiva discovered the Seven Horse Truths known today as common sayings--and found love along the way. With genealogical tables:
Harsh that hearing for Houston the Raven:
Fools had enfeebled the fortress at Bexar,
Leaving it lacking and looted the while
Hordes were sweeping swift on his land,
Hell-bent to crush him. The cunning old prince
Did not though, despair at danger's onrushing;
Hardy with peril, he held it, perused it,
Reading each rune of it. Reaching the facts, he
Thumbed through his thanes and thought of the one
Whose guts and grey matter were grafted most neatly.
There are dreams that repeat themselves. Of this class is one of my own, which seems sufficiently singular to justify its narration, though truly I fear the reader will think the realms of sleep are anything but a happy hunting-ground for my night-wandering soul...