I don’t want to sound rude, but I’m afraid that’s none of your business.
As a couple, there will be things he and I talk about that are for our ears only. Things I don’t talk about even with close friends.
It’s hard for me to believe that… I’ll try to, though.
I love you, Boscov.
…
And thank you. It’s hard for me to talk about.

Thanks, you guys.
And Happy New Year! We’ll be headed home tomorrow, Strawberry.
My problem is that exact mentality.
But I’m in a relatively good mood right now and I don’t feel like getting into it.
Other than the near heart attack from when Boscov wound up in the fish tank? Yeah, it was alright. A lot of walking, and I don’t really care for fish. But they did have penguins! And I love penguins!

1) Dag, yo. That’s whats up.
2) I don’t know… A lot of what I felt was shame for being so uncomfortable.
3) Húfbol in some places.
4) We don’t ever seem to, no.
Tonight was… Interesting…
…
I’m glad there were some ponies at the conference. I don’t want to sound like a bigot, but I was a little uncomfortable.
Boscov was great, and I was so proud of him. He looked like he was in his element. I just felt so out of place…
And whenever we were together, I could just feel them staring at me…
At one point a bear walked up to me and asked if I was Krastos’ assistant, and I was afraid to answer. I almost rather they be left wondering than feel in their mind that their judgmental stares were justified.
…
And I don’t know where my head was or why I didn’t realize before hoof that there would be meat served, but that was my fault. I couldn’t be completely positive what dishes didn’t have meat in them so I just didn’t eat.
Boscov, I know you’re going to read this. Please don’t be upset. I’m glad I came and I’m sure we’re going to have a lot of fun at the Aquarium tomorrow. I just didn’t realize I was going to react this way… And maybe part of it is…
…
I can’t be thinking about this right now.
Boscov, lean over and give me a little kiss so I’ll know when you’ve seen this.
You can still do that when I get back. It’ll still be a New Year.

1) Okie Dokie, Lokie. We’ll see if I actually get anything in the next few days.
2) The protrusion on my noggin. Pegasus use their wings to help, and earth ponies tend to use all four legs.
3) For a second I thought this was a legitimate question, then I saw that clever thing you did. Cute.

Canterlot is in the mountains overlooking Ponyville, where I live.
Unfortunately, I’m not there right now so I can’t give you any directions better than that.

1) My eyes are burning from that one.
2) My ears don’t look any different than anypony else’s ears. But thank you for the compliment.
3) If you’re having too much trouble, try using the Konami Code.

1) I didn’t really do anything. I didn’t tell you were Canterlot is, and if you already knew where it was, you’d have known that Princess Celestia was there. Don’t feel right accepting something for nothing, especially when I’ve no indication that whatever you give me wouldn’t cause me harm. Or if that theoretic harm would be intentional or not.
2) I like how you half censored the one word, which I had to fully censor anyway, but left the second one uncensored. If you’re new to this page, I don’t allow swears at all. Not the first letter, not even the number of letters the word possesses. It has to be completely removed.
Now do me a favor and don’t [omitted] it up again like a stupid son-of-a-[omitted].
3) I… I wouldn’t know that. That’s something you’d have to ask him. It would certainly make things more difficult for me. It did happen once for a short period of time, but that was before I even met Boscov.

1) Forced the Ice Elves underground and tortured them, right? Sound like a bunch of gentlemen and ladies.
2) See, we were joking around and having fun and then you had to go and take it too far. A boulder falls on your party and you all die.
3) Okay. Do me a favor and get that one standing by the spawn point.
4) Canterlot. Chances are you won’t meet the Princess Celestia from my dimension, but there’s several from others that have time to be on tumblr.
5) You’ll have to be more specific, because it sounds like you think something happened between me and Boscov and I know that can’t be right.
I’ve never seen somepony try putting asterisks around words to indicate something other than an action, so I’m not sure what kind of inflection you’re using here.
And I have no idea what this bit is either.

Your spell failed; a more powerful version is already in effect.
I mean, look at all this sexy.
An older picture, obviously, since Bon-Bon isn’t with Boscov and I in Manehatten right now.
Not really my place to decide something like that. You’re looking for Princess Celestia.
Oh, I must have just hit privately reply or something.
Kinda scared me.
And yes, I’m having a pretty good time.
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[redacted]yesrainbowdash replied to your post: Human (3rdstreetponies@gmail.com) submitted: …
I regret clicking on that.
Sorry, I added the page break for a reason. Maybe I should put a warning.

Maybe I should change the URL from AskLyra to SendLyraReferencesAndMemes.
1) Well, that beats the super religious and warmongering first contacts we made earlier this year.
2) Memory isn’t what it used to be. Only one camp I can think of right now.
Human (3rdstreetponies@gmail.com) submitted:
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Wow… I really wanted to see that in my inbox…
I try not to think about it. But then again, I heard this PETA are actually just as malicious as a butcher. Something about domesticated animals are a blight and they put them down? That’s horrible!
Warning: Bloody, sad things after the break.

Can we please just stop? Please?
I know some of you are curious, and I know it’s hard to just take things at face value, but I really don’t want to talk about it. The subject has no relevance to anything and simply does not matter.
If you have to know whether or not we do, I’ve admitted it. But the dynamics of how are absolutely none of anypony’s business.
Eventually it went alright. At first we were shackled with a couple that- Would. Not. Shut. Up. And these days I gotta have things pretty quiet when I sleep. And running off of thirty minutes of sleep I was fit-to-be-tied.
They got off at the first stop though and everything was gravy after that.

1. Sorry, the source I was going on seemed to imply it was a type of asexual orientation. Can’t say I’m familiar with the subject.
2. Sorry, we were up pretty early and were kinda in a hurry. Thanks for the well wishes!
3. Uh… Yeah. Have you ever drawn breath? That’s happened to most everypony, I’d wager.
4. Done. I didn’t wear them for very long.

Salut! I hope you enjoyed what you saw!
I saw, and I’ll look forward to it.
I’ll see you next year, Strawberry. And remember, I’ll still check this site, just probably not as often while we’re gone.
For now, though, I’m going to see if I can’t sleep through this train ride.
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[redacted]yesrainbowdash replied to your post: 1. I can’t say that I find anypony to really be…
#1 is really interesting. Would you consider yourself a demiromantic of sorts?
No, as that would make me of an asexual orientation.
And being that this is a family friendly page, I can’t really go into any more detail than that or explain why.

You contemplate taking a very Minecraftian approach and digging to safety. But unfortunately, the real world doesn’t function with Minecraft rules. The stone you’re standing on might as well be impenetrable, and the frozen ground outside would take too long to dig through as well. Nevermind the Giant roaming around out there.
You put your gauntlet away and draw your bow and an arrow. Stringing the arrow by biting down on it with your mouth and pulling the string against the handle with one hoof is difficult, and hard to hold steady. At least you can get a decent bead this way and release by unclenching your teeth.
The short bursts of black lightning become more and more frequent until finally you catch the edge of what appears to be the edge of the silhouette of a pony.
You carefully take aim, but before you can fire you feel a painful burning on your right shoulder and cry out in pain; one of the stray arcs must have hit you! The arrow releases and strikes against the ceiling before falling to the ground, broken in half.
The shadow, formerly looking down, raises its head and you catch a glimpse of its face. If it has eyes, you can’t see them. White electricity frantically jumps from the shadow’s eye sockets, the only thing that isn’t completely black. Its mouth opens, but no sound comes out. Instead, the black electrical field surrounding it intensifies dramatically as lightning arcs in every direction and the shadow continues slowly forward.
You place the bow around your neck and rest it on your back again. Holding your shoulder does little to ease the pain, but your instincts won’t allow you to let go. As you search for something to do, your vision flashes, blinding you for a moment. In that brief half-second, the shadow has leaped at least a meter forward! It continues to shamble slowly, but one or two more jumps and it’ll be on top of you!

1. I can’t say that I find anypony to really be physically attractive. It’s less about how you look, and more about how you carry yourself. What expression you wear. Do you walk like every step might be your last, or do you have a confident weight in your stride?
2. Maybe if this was playing in the background, I might consider it.

1) Thanks, Strawberry! Not sure how much use it’ll get, seeing as we have central heating and air again, but thanks none-the-less!
2) That’s the point. The only problem with Boscov moving in is how little room we already have, plus the lack of a dedicated room where he could set up a chemistry lab. Then again, I have no idea what kind of zoning laws there are, or what kind of ventilation a room like that might need.
3) Intelligence has nothing to do with race. I stayed in school as long as I could and, though it may sound stupid, played video games that were thought provoking instead of relying on twitch reaction.
Thank you! I hope the train ride goes well!

1) Then he’d have to move in with me.
…
You didn’t think this through very well, did you?
2) No. .oN
3) Because this isn’t a fairy tale and you aren’t Goldilocks.
4) I can’t think of any reason why not.
…
Oh wait. Yeah I can.
No.


I might start doing this if I get a bunch of little asks so I don’t spam anypony’s dash.
That doesn’t sound like a very good hug to me.
A good hug must be accessible without hacks or exploits.
A hug by any other mare is just as sweet.
They seemed to have when they came back today.
Sweetie was a little disappointed that my present for her wasn’t ready yet.
Yeah? Well I don’t like being irritated, believe it or not.
And that means I’m not commenting on it. I get enough ponies asking things that are none of their business.
Strawberry…
Glad to hear it!
It was great! The best I’ve ever had!
How about yours?
Limit five per costumer!
This is not a Doctor Seuss book.
Nah. You’re kinda irritating to be honest. Your only interaction with me seems to involve trying to cheese me off.
No, mare, I have a boyfriend.
If you realize you’re drunk, maybe you should stop posting until you’re sober again.
Hello, Mint! My body is still getting over being sick. How are you? I heard you’re staying with Tricks and Twilight. Let me know if there’s anything I can do!
I live in Bon-Bon’s house, you tool.
Just remember, once you throw the first punch it comes self-defense for me.
I’m not going to beat up a little filly. What kind of example would I be setting for Sweetie Belle?
A rap battle? You need to stop watching so many awful faux-street dance-off movies.
Where I’m from, the only thing you throw-down is your opponent’s body before you stomp on ‘em.
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[redacted]yesrainbowdash replied to your post: I got to admit, whenever I try to think of what goes on between you and Boscov behind closed doors.
That describes what I think of, too. Not that I’m always trying to think of you and Krastos together, though.
That’s one of the reasons why I prefer ponies thinking that.
I’m gonna retire, sport.
Say, young colt, wanna mow my lawn for a shiny bit of your very own? Why I remember when you could spent one bit on a full course dinner…
I’d prefer ponies thinking that, to be honest.