"Fluff" in the same way what collects under the sofa is fluff.

Pray that there's intelligent life somewhere out in space, because there's bugger-all down here on Earth.

I love sporks. And I love soup. Those two things unfortunately don't go together very well.

space is a waste

I'm your friendly neighborhood riffer. Except when I'm not. I also write pony words and review them. I hope to serve.

I made this account to keep tabs on my favorite stories. Then I decided to write one. What was I thinking?

An enigma as vexing as life itself.

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.”

8000 soldiers!

BACK FROM THE DEAD!

Also known as "TtheWriter" on youtube, if you're into Dungeons and Dragons stuff. :3