Twilight floated a second fritter up to her mouth when she realized the first was gone. “What is in these things?” “Mostly love. Love ‘n about three sticks of butter.”

Beneath the microscope, you contain galaxies.

A groovy mystery, gang.

[center]I have no idea what I'm doing.[/center]

Stories about ponies are stories about people.

tacos is the new muffins!

Knows the lyrics to "Bron-yr-Aur".

Maybe I'll upload something here. Maybe I won't. I haven't written fanfiction in a loooooong time.