Well, I haven’t adopted Sweetie Belle; she still has her parents. I just take care of her.
But thanks! This was great! I built my house outta strong moral fiber!
Come at me, timberwolf!
1) Even if I was enough of a rat [omitted] to do something so completely insensitive, that’s a very dangerous solution. If something happens to Boscov, how am I suppose to take care of him and me if I don’t have a job?
2) About as much as their own funeral.
I recommend cremation. Coffins are expensive.
3) I’m confused. How are we…? I mean…
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4) Probably do some research and appoint somepony else in my stead. Best will I can show is the recognition that I’m totally unfit to lead a town.
5) I have not, no.
6) Look, for the last time, I’m not allowed to talk about Bon-Bon’s massive bondage gear collection.
…
Heh heh heh…
I’m just playing. She does have a whip, though. Whenever I ask about it, she keeps saying something cryptic like, “I’ll have to tell you about that little adventure some other time.”
Lyra is a weird horse
She’s not a hurssse she’s a pwny!
What?
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They said you could try it out for free!
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Stop laughing!
(via colorsymphony-deactivated201202)
Dude, I can barely make out the distinctive instruments. This is exactly what I’m talking about when I say provide sheet music. I’m delighted that you think that’s rudimentary. I don’t know; maybe to everypony else it is. But I can’t play that without sheet music.
That aside, the only part of that piece I’d really want to play anyway is the Celtic flute. And I don’t know how to play the flute.
“Brilliant!” hails Lyra. “I recognized the reference right away with only minimal outside knowledge.”
(Source: asksleepydash-blog)
1) With a cripple… What else are we considering crippled these days? A slightly misaligned back? A crocked nose?
I don’t know what game you’re talking about. Can’t say I pay much attention to the dating aspect of any game, let alone the dating sim genre.
2) Well! This was a nice thing to find before I go to work! Thanks a lot!
1) What is this, a cartoon? That’s not how a bear’s coat works!
2) “Gotta go fast,” you say…
Nah, let’s go in a different direction.
3) Thanks, bro; good look.
4) Haven’t I been asked this before?
5) Ka-I-believe-I’ve-got-enough-going-on-in-my-life-right-now-thank-you-very-much.
I would be happy to read anything you write, Lyra! I could also help proofread and offer suggestions for revision if you’d like, but editing a first draft is a long ways off unless you’ve been working on something already. Either way, good luck!
1) Bat works just as well and is infinitely less convoluted to attain.
2) The main problem is if anypony would be willing to pay to read something I write.
Thanks, though!
Actually, I am a fairly experienced writer. I’m a little rusty, but I’ve been doing it on and off for years. I even presented once at a writer’s conference and my piece was generally accepted as being one of the two best ones. And the author of my favorite (he wrote a faux-nonfiction story from his perspective about an event when he was a baby. The thought process he portrayed-It was amazing.) said he thought mine was the best.
The trouble is, being an author is risky. It’s up there with panning for gold on the list of unreliable income jobs. I’m absolutely terrified.
You’re right, though. First major project I had was a Sonic the Hedgehog fanfiction. It… had it’s moments. But in the end it had bugger all to do with Sonic.
I’m sorry, I meant to say “Maybe that would help me.” I’m sorry, Lyra.
It’s alright, Boscov. I just never really thought about it before and I’m a little worried.
We got into a fight about my job. Conversation went all over the place for about half-an-hour. Don’t really want to talk about it.
Evidently I’m not going to be substitute teaching anymore and I’m going to start writing a book. Good luck to me…
Yeah, maybe that would me.
1) Interesting name.
2) I’ve been better. Bon-Bon and I had it out earlier today.
I feel even worse about it because she bought me some Zap-Apple Jam on Monday.
3) Now you’re just messin’ with me.
1) She just up and disappeared. Noticed I hadn’t seen her in a few days, and days turned into months.
2) Somepony says something unsettling and I’m not allowed to worry?
I’ve been having problems remembering things since I was a cub. …I think…
Maybe Sweetie and I should be playing those memory games with you too.
1) Well… I mean my memory isn’t all that-…
Oh dear…
2) Uh…
3) All the better to hear your text with, my dear.
4) I miss Gilda… Also, I’d love to see that scene with Spike.
Anonymous asked: On harth warmers eve your windigo means cold hart and hatred, mine is a canibalistic sperit that eats flesh and bone in the woods. wired right ?
I’m… sorry?
I don’t even believe in that windigo stuff. I think that part of the story was just added in to drive home the moral that if we don’t get along, we’ll all die.